Chapter 1 - Might Be From Me
I sat under the willow tree in the school yard. The sun was out and it was a little gusty. I sat with my knees up against my chest and my arms crossed, set upon my knees. I was playing with the sleeves of my black tiered up sweatshirt. Bottom half of my head buried into my arms. I looked up and looked at the metal picnic table under the second tree away from me. There were two boys there. The same two boys. Ian Hecox and Anthony Padilla. They sat there everyday at lunch break. They just sat there and talked. Paid no attention to me or anyone else. They were outcasts and, so was I. They were each others best friends. They had no one else. Me. I had not even one. Just me. Brielle.
I continued playing with my sleeve ends while staring at Anthony. He was so perfect. I understood why he had no other friends other than Ian. He's what they would classify as a "geek". Him and Ian were the only ones. Why am I a different outcast? Simple. I'm what people would classify as "emo" or "goth", because of the way I dress and look. With neon purple hair, trip pants, black, and lots of black eye liner, I understand why. I just wish I wasn't always classified as that. I kept playing with my sleeve ends and watching them. I wish I had a friendship like them.
I was playing with my sleeve ends when I accidently "pinched" my wrist. It made me jump a little in pain. I slowly started to pull away my sweatshirt sleeve to reveal bruises all up and down my arm and cuts. I started to tear a little. I hate my life. The cuts might be from me, but the bruises were from my father. I stared deeply at my arm. The pain was too terrible to describe. My arm wasn't the only place bruised. So was my back. Bruised from then black leather studded belt my father uses on me.
I looked back up at Ian and Anthony, but mostly at Anthony. If only I had the guts to talk to him. The worst that could happen is he ignores me right? He's not even close to popular. No. I can't be stupid. They're what I call normal. Normal hair and cloths. Here I am with purple hair and black. Talking to him would embarrass me. Last time I tried talking to him he did his best to stop talking to me. He acted like, no he wasn't acting, he was trying to get away from me because I'm a freak.
The bell rang and we had three more periods of class before it was time to go home. I don't want to go home, but it's not like I have a choice.
Hey guys. Short chapter, I know. Also sorry I didn't update my other fanfiction. I was on vacation, but 2 chapters will be out saturday. Promise.