Our Scars (A Cameron Dallas Fanfic)

School (Chapter One)

Micah's POV

Looking in my closet all I see is long sleeves. You know what for. I'm getting ready for school, which fucking sucks, because I have absolutely no friends. Well I have a few associates, but not someone I can talk to on daily bases. I throw on a white sweater from Abercrombie and Fitch, a pink skirt from Wet Seal, and light pink heels. I walk to my bathroom that's connected to my room, and put on my makeup. Foundation, kind of natural eyeshadow, mascara, eyeliner, and a pretty pink lip gloss. Yeah, this isn't an outfit someone depressed would wear, I know, but I like it. I straightened my hair and headed out of my room. My mom was there placing the plates down. She smiled, "Good morning sweetie, breakfast is almost ready." I know what your thinking, "What in the world?! She's not depressed!" But yes I am, my parents are great. Its just everyone else. I get told things like "Ugh, your such a stupid slut!", "Move you fat ass cow!", "How can someone even be that ugly?", and the one I get told the most, "Just kill yourself already, your just a waist of space." And what they don't realize is, I'm trying. I sat down and she placed the pancakes, sausage, and eggs down on my plate. There was already a glass of orange juice in front of me. I took a sip. My dad then joined us. We all had our usual morning talk. Nothing special. I barely ate anything. My mom noticed and was about to say something, but I cut her off saying, "I'm just not hungry." She nodded and took up our plates and washed them. "Are you ready, kiddo?" my dad asked. He usually brings me to school, but today I felt like walking. "I'm just gonna walk today." I replied. "Alright, I love both of you have a great day." My mother and I said our goodbyes to him. Soon after I began to leave too. I grabbed my phone and earphones. My mom and I exchanged goodbyes and I left out. Damn it, I'm wearing heels. I should've went with my dad. Oh well, it's too late now. I plugged in my earphones to my iPhone and stuck them in my ears and played the music. "Let Me Be Myself" by Three Doors Down came on. Cars passed by, one after the other. I somehow already made it to the entrance of my school. I took a couple of deep breaths before I walked in. I pushed open the door, and made it to my locker. So far so good, I thought. I opened my locker and pulled out my books. I closed my locker. I started walking to my 1st hour class, Science. At least the teacher was somewhat nice to me. Just as the bell rang, I made it to class. Everyone was talking with one another. I sat in the back, trying to avoid everyone. The teacher started explaining the stuff we were going to do. I sat alone and began working. I finished faster than most people. I turned in my work and sat back down. She didn't have anything else for me to do so I sat there for the rest of the class. This happened all the way up to 7th hour which is math, my last class. I hate math. How am I supposed to know all of this stuff anyway? I sit by this guy named Cameron. He's really quite the only time he talks is when he's called on. I don't see why he doesn't have friends or a girlfriend, I mean he's cute. But it's not about the looks. Those are some of the words I live by. We sit in the back, just like I do in all of my classes. I glanced at him through the corner of my eyes. The teacher slammed down a book making me jump and give my attention to her. "Turn to page 584 in your books and begin working." she said. Ugh, great. A full page of stuff I don't know. I pulled out my phone and got on twitter. I do this all the time, because I won't be doing this, so why would I waste my time? I felt something slide in front of me. It was all the answers. I looked at the name at the top of the paper; Cameron Dallas. Why would he give me his paper? I looked at him and smiled he nodded in response. I started copying down all the answers. When I finally go done, I slid him his paper. "Thanks." I faintly whispered. He nodded again.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

The bell finally rung. everyone flooded the hallway. I tried making it through without getting pushed down. But I did get pushed and hit. "Move your ugly ass out of the way." someone said. "Fucking fat cow, get out of my way!" another person said. I held the tears back. Why do they say those things to me? I made it outside and started walking. A few minutes after walking a black jeep looking thing pulled up beside me. They rolled down the window. It was Cameron. "Do you need a ride?" He asked. "Um yes." He stopped the car and let me get in. I closed the door. I gave him the directions to my house. He nodded. The ride was completely silent. Once we got to my house, I got out and said 'thanks.' He mumbled "No problem", and drove off. I ran into my house. My mom asked me the usual "How was your day?" I always lied and said 'good', so I could avoid talking about it. I walked towards my room. She asked "Aren't you going to eat something?" She had already made dinner. "No, I'm not hungry." I stated. I walked in my room and closed my door. I took off my heels and lied down on my bed. I pulled out my earphones and plugged them into my phone and put them in my ears. The song "We Were Born For This" by Justin Bieber came on. I listened to more and more songs until I finally fell asleep.

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A/N
Hey guys I hope you liked this chapter there's plenty more to come. I promise they'll get better, you know how it is, the beginning of stories are always the dumbest. Btw I have no idea who is in the picture above I just found it in safari. I love you guys 💜