*before i start, i just wanna say that this story will be third person AND first person, just to make it a little bit more interesting. if it confuses you at all, let me know. :]
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Do not judge a book by its cover, or in this case, a person. Bri is beautiful, smart, and popular. She has amazing light brown, wavy long hair, and piercing green eyes. She was very tall for her age [[15]] and basically, just plain gorgeous. She's what every girl wants to be, and who every guy wants to date. If you were on the outside looking in, you would say she's perfect. But if were actually her, and really spent even one day in her position; you might think again.
Bri awoke monday morning only to remember she has school. She quickly dressed in skinny jeans, vans, a black tank top, and a long sleeve black cardigan to hide her cuts and bruises. She slid out of her bedroom hoping not to wake her dad; but her phone fell out of her pocket and landed on the floor with a loud bang. "Brianna Carlson, get in here right now!" she heard her dad yell. She was already preparing herself for the pain as she walked into his bedroom.
*Bri's POV*
I ran into dads room only to find him sitting on his bed with a belt in his hand. I knew what that belt was for; he was going to beat me with it. I took a deep breath just as he took a swing at me, hitting me square in the stomach. I fell to the ground and he grabbed my arm, pinning me to the wall. "Don't you dare wake me up again, got it?" he asked me.
"got it," I replied weakly.
"Brianna, speak up so that I can hear you."
"Got it!" I tried to say, but instead just let out a cry of pain.
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I slowed down my pace as I entered the school hallway, my best friend who I've had a crush on for years, Jake, was waiting at my locker for me. He was hot; with black hair, blue eyes, and snakebites. He laughed when he saw me.
"You look like crap." He told me matter of factly.
"thanks," i sighed, and he immediately knew something was wrong.
I had never told Jake about my dad, i didn't want him feeling sorry for me. He had never seen my arms before, and i always kept my stomach covered; which meant he has never seen my bruises.
As if she was reading my mind, the school bully came straight toward me. "Hey emo freak, been cutting yourself lately?" she greeted me.
"Emo's cutting themselves is a misconception idiot, look it up," i said giving her a glare.
"You're the idiot for cutting yourself. Roll up your sleeves, show us your wrists and arms."
"No." I argued.
Before I could stop her, she reached out and pulled up my sleeve.
I saw Jake's eyes widen in horror as he took in each and ever scar, cut, and bruise I had.
"nuff said" The mean girl snorted and walked away.
"...You do that to yourself? How could you hurt yourself Bri? Youre freaking beautiful, you have everything, and you have nothing to regret." Woah.. Did Jake just call me beautiful?
"You don't even know what those are from, Jake. Don't just go making assumptions about me now."
"I'm not Bri, I just don't want you to get hurt."
"I'm fine!" I called out as I left him standing at my locker.
