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I walked into my second period class and saw the guy with the big ego that reminded me of Ray sitting next to a shy looking girl that looked like Olivia. But they can't be them, can they?

Olivia

My friends in Mesa High School all asked me why I had been passing notes with Ray Beech. I told them he thought I looked like someone from his childhood and how much he said he hated that person. It was a stupid excuse I know but I had to come up with something quick because I sometimes pull my sleeves up my arms when I get nervous and have to lie. If I told that to someone and they asked why I wouldn't be able to hold in the truth another second. Whenever I see someone I knew since the man I called father started hitting my brother and I, I always get the urge to cut so when I saw Ray passing us in the hall I ran into the bathroom, locked the door and pulled out the bloody razor blade that I used only moments ago. I didn't bother to check the stalls though because I was being very stupid at the time. I took the blade and made a big cut going down my arms next to the scars and fresh cuts. There were about five cuts that I made today because that was how many times I saw Ray. I heard a stall open and someone gasp so I turned around but not before I dropped the blade and pulled my sleeve down. But what I noticed next made it my turn to gasp, the person was the new girl, Stella, and she had her sleeve pulled up, blood running down her arm, with a blade in her other hand. "Um hi how are you?" she asked, trying to cover her arm before I saw it, the thing is I just did. "That's it? You just saw me cut myself and you ask how I am?" I asked in return. She hesitated before answering with, "You remind me of someone from when I little. She was my best friend and her dad would abuse her, her brother, and later in our life me. Her name was Olivia White, she's dead now. Her father killed her and her brother or so I was told. I'm really not sure if it was true. Oops I'm rambling. Let me introduce myself. My name is Stella Yamada. I just started here, look I'm rambling again. Sorry I didn't catch your name." whoa she really does ramble on and on. "I'm Olivia White and I think you just said my childhood." I replied. "I knew you looked familiar but I was told your father killed you." Stella told me. "Well someone lied to you because both Ray and I are alive and living here. But may I ask you something Stell?" I said looking in her brown eyes. She nodded slowly, looking very confused. "Why do you cut yourself?" I asked her and when I did she had a sad expression. "I thought you and Ray died when we were eleven and I couldn't help but think it was my entire fault. The kids at school heard about the whole thing, including the death threat. Some even made up stuff like your father broke out of prison just to kill you and Ray. I started cutting myself because of those lies. Everyone who was friends with the three of us always blamed me for you guys being dead even though no one ever found out what happened to you. Can I ask you a question?" Stella said looking down at her feet; I guess she really has changed because she would always look at your face when she was talking to you. Still unsure of what question was going to be, I answered, "Sure go ahead." She looked up at me with tear stained cheeks and quietly said, "Can I hug you? And by any chance do you have a band-aid?" I open my back pack and handed her a few bandages while putting some on my arm too. Next I looked up at her to find her looking at me, I opened my arms for a hug and we stayed like that for a minute savoring the time because we hadn't seen each other in such a long time. We only split apart because my friends started banging on the door saying, "Are you alright in there? We are getting worried." I grabbed my bag and motioned Stella to come with me.

As I unlocked the bathroom door Stella turned to me and said, "I may have gotten a detention today, no biggy." I started to laugh and told her I also got a detention. When we walked out of the bathroom my friends totally ignored the fact that Stella was right next to me instead they asked me, "Why was the door locked Olivia, you know we aren't supposed to the lock the doors or else the principal will think the students are cutting themselves or making themselves throw up." Stella was behind them making faces and I couldn't help but laugh because that was pretty funny.