"Katniss!" My mom hollered from downstairs. By the slur of my name I knew she was drunk. Shrugging on my sweatpants I headed downstairs.
"Good for nothing." She spat as she punched me one last time. I stayed quite careful not to give her the pleasure of hearing my whimpers. "Go clean up. You start school tomorrow." She snarled. I shuffled to get up the stairs before she can hurt me anymore.
"Katniss." A small voice says while shaking me. Prim. My eyes snap open.
"Yes." I can smell the metallic smell of the blood that has stained my sheets.
"School." She mutters trying to look anywhere but my bed. She shuffles for the door before shutting it lightly. I shuffle to get up my legs hurting.
I fix my hair over my eye to cover the bruise that is forming and the cut that is so close to my eye. Grabbing my skinny jeans I carefully slip the over my bandaged legs. I slip my too big Bring Me The Horizon jumper over the top half of my body wincing as it hits the fresh scars that cover my wrist. Slipping my supras on I quietly make my way downstairs. (Outfit on profile)
Prim walks down stairs with her sleeveless shirt and for a split second I am jealous of her scarless arms. I shake the thought from my head and grab the keys to my Rx7 that my dad bought me before he passed. Maybe a new school won't be so bad.
I'm proven wrong when I see all the Ken's and Barbie's walking around. I'll stick out like a sore thumb but i'm sure Prim will be fine. I take notice of how there's one boy who also sticks out like a sore thumb. The weirdest part is he's talking to THREE kens. They seem to be the most gorgeous. The first one is at least 6'5 with blonde hair, chiseled features, sharp blue eyes and a muscular build. The second one has less chiseled features but they're still there. With brown hair, sharp grey eyes and a smaller body. He has to ba at least 6'2. The last one doesn't have chiseled features but instead godly features. Bronze hair, sea green eyes, bronze skin and a not too muscular but not scrawny body. He's at least 6'4. The last one is the sore thumb. With black scene hair covered by a beanie, swampy green eyes, tan skin and fine features. He's at least 6'3.
I park two parking spaces down from them. Prim gives me a small smile before stepping out of the car. I take a deep breath and squeeze my eyes shut before stepping out as well. I can hear whispers being spread around. My eyes instantly fix a glare as I scan the people that are staring. After a moment everybody goes back to what they were doing. I sigh and hop on the hood of my car popping a earphone in. Welcome back to hell.
