Sonny Munroe
Kent, my idiotic step-dad, slapped me on the face for the thousandth time this week. I knew this time it was going to leave a bruise though. How do I explain this and all the other little cuts and bruises all over my body? Clumsy? Yeah, that's a good one. I pushed him away as he tried to hit me again. I grabbed my bag, and ran out the door and into the car where my mom was waiting to take me to the So Random set. She didn't ask how I got the marks all over my body-she never did.
Chad Dylan Cooper
I walked into the cafeteria, and noticed the back of Sonny. She had cuts and bruises down her arm, that girl was so clumsy. She turned around, and I stopped myself from gasping. She had a huge bruise on the side of her cheek. I walked up to her.
"What happened this time?" I asked.
"I, uh, ran into a door. You know, clumsy, clumsy me." She said, laughing uncomfortably at herself.
"Oh," was all I said, I could tell she was lying, I always could. It was a connection we had. I loved her, but I could never tell her that. Could I?