The OuTcAsT

The OuTcAsT

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She sat on the small bench beside the schools field, listening to Suicide Silence, ignoring everyone that tried to say something to her, and everything that wanted to distrupt her moment of silence. The clouds grew darker above her and before she could go and seek for shelter, rain started pouring down. She jogged over to the bleachers andsat under them, pulling her hood back down which revealed her teased black hair with red highlights. Her clear and pale skin stood out from the dangerous colours of her hair, accenting the clothing she was wearing which consisted of skinny black jeans and a BVB band tee. She sat down and leaned her head against the brick wall at the end of the bleachers, waiting for the rain to pass so she could go back to class. Not that she'd want to, but her dad beieves that good education is key. Her mother on the other hand, thinks that beauty is the key. That is part of the reason her mother doesn't accept her own daughters style. This is a story of a girl who never did and never will care about what people think. This is a story of Erin Cooper. xXSONIAXx
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First day of school. Oh god. This is the third school I've been to in the past three years. No matter what I'm always teased wherever I go, and this school can't be any different. I get broken down by the people I meet because of the way I am. No one else is like me, so far, so I can't fit in. I was walking through the lunchroom, trying to navigate through the sea of feet sticking out to trip me and girls whispering behind their hands, no doubt about me. Luckily, I saw a table near the back with only one person there: a boy with dark hair in a punk rock tee shirt. I sat down quietly, hoping he wouldn't notice me. "Unless you wanna get laughed at by everyone in the whole damn school, you should sit somewhere else." "That's gonna happen even if I don't sit here." "Okay then. You can sit if you want." He stuck out his hand and said, "My name's Andy. Andy Biersack." I shook his hand and replied, "I'm Ivy. Ivy James." Copyright @2014 All rights reserved SELF HARM/ANOREXIA TRIGGER WARNING

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