OK so Gwen is 17 here and in the flashback she's 11.

SPECIAL MENTIONS:AlternativeActress-for being an inspirational writer

:CookieGiver-For being AWESOME, (cookie for you!)

Three things I remembered when I woke up.

1. School today (damn!)

2. Second last week before the holidays (yes!) (damn... I forgot, EXAMS!)

3. My scar (...)

The horribly fleshy pink burn that flashed across my left wrist. I shuddered remembering how I got it. The memory still burned in my mind.

There was fire everywhere. I was trapped in my room watching helplessly curled up against the wall. My mind was quickly flashing through my life. All the good times. I knew I was going to die.

I could hear the sirens, the screaming, the crying coming from outside. I knew no one was crying for shunned me and even the teachers hardly ever acknowledged me. I had no dad had passed when I was five and my mum abandoned me to escape the pain of seeing his eyes, nose, lips, cheeks, face, structure, basically everything that dad had physically was what I looked like. The only other person was my brother. But he hated me more than anything. I took away his everything. And all by accident. I couldn't count on him for anything.

There was only one person who cared, who took the time to know me, who I could count on. Duncan. He was my best friend. He stood up to the bullies who picked on me. He took me to the beach in the middle of the night if I were upset. He cared about me.

I was coughing now. The smell of the smoke was overwhelming me and I was starting to drift in and out of conscienceness. The flames were getting closer and the smoke more and more heavy. I was getting sleepier and sleepier, tireder and tireder. My hand fell from my mouth and onto the floor beside me. Suddenly a hot, fiery sensation shot up my arm. I yelped but didn't look at the my arm. I knew I had burnt myself. That meant the flames were too close now. I didn't care about the burning pain in my left arm. I didn't care that I was going to die. I didn't care... I was too tired to notice the hand that pulled at my right hand. I closed my eyes.

When I opened them I was in a hospital bed. Tubes hooked into me. I fell back asleep.

I pushed that memory to the back of my mind and focused on getting ready for school. I quickly had my shower and dressed into my underwear. Then I pulled on a dark purple tee and some black skinny jeans. After I had some cereal and brushed my teeth. I brushed back my teal and black hair with my brush and then pulled on a pair of black and white skate shoes. I packed my bag then ran to the front door.

'See ya mum! I'm going to school now, love you.' Well not my real mum but my adoptive mum. She responded with 'goodbye, love you too.' After she said that I raced through the door. But not before grabbing my favourite jacket. The one that Duncan let me borrow until I saw him again. If I saw him again.

And I spell favourite with a U! I'm aussie!
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:WARNING: The first few chaps may contain flashbacks!