I'm sorry I just didn't like how it was going, so I changed it. I like this version much better and it doesn't look like nothing really changed. If you need me to answer something ask me, and I don't know what else to say.

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My fork scraped along the flower designed plate, the green peas falling into a straight line. Renee cleared her throat, cutting the heavy silence. Renee looked to Charlie awkwardly, him looking to Bella, Bella stumped because the only person to look to was me.

"How um are you enjoying your new school?" Renee asked, her voice crackling over the spot of attention. I didn't answer, just keeping the peas in a assembly line. "Renee don't bother the boy." Charlie scolded as if she was a child and not the 36 year old woman she was.

Bella watched edgily, stuffing a piece of chicken down her throat. She coughed heavily, but she tried to hide it by turning her face away from the table. When her coughing fit was done Charlie and Renee asked in concern if she was alright. She blushed in response.

"Can I be excused?" She rubbed her throat tenderly, her face getting darker by the second. "Sure hon." Renee gave her an encouraging smile, maybe as an apology. Bella left just as fast, her chair falling over in her wild heap to get away from the kitchen table.

They both signed at the scene and went back to eating dinner except Renee. She placed her hand over my wrist and automatically the hairs on my skin tensed as she touched my flesh.

I breathed through my nose roughly, I tried to calm myself down the best that I could. I tried to not make it visible to her view. "Jasper." She smiled calmly at me, trying to show she was not a threat. "Do you want to try... To talk about what happened to you, in that camp." She hesitated. Charlie slammed his fork on the table in frustration, "Renee just stop... Pressuring the boy he has been through enough. He doesn't need you on his case." He wiped his mouth with a napkin.

She turned back to me rubbed my wrist again, trying to use ot as a way to make me feel comfortable as a sign of comfort. I felt it as invasion of my body and privacy.

She raised an eyebrow as her thumb ran across my scar. It protruded out of skin because it healed the wrong way with the stitches not properly sewed in. Before I had time to swipe my hand away she had already drawn up my sleeve, revealing my museum of scars. My collection, the only thing I owned in this cruel world. Except my mothers golden necklace and a multitasking tool from my father, it also had his fathers initials engraved on its pure steel metal armor. It was a world war 2 souvenir that his father had found. He had given it to his son before he had died, had already many years with it calling it his own. My father passed it along to me, saying that his fathers great spirit was in that lethal weapon. It stayed with me at all times.

Renee gasped at the sight, her other hand holding down my arm so I couldn't move my forearm. She lifted up my sleeve and the worst it got.

No matter how much I fought to keep it in, tears fell from my eyes as I clenched my fist tight. I was trying not dwell on the past memories. "What...what... Did you do this to yourself?" She panicked. My eyes opened to the misshaped ugly looking scars, I snatched my arm away from her, pulling my sleeve down.

"Jasper did you do this to yourself?" She walked around the table, trying to grab at my arm again but I avoided her, falling back making the chair fall with me.

When I was 8, I disobeyed my handler. I didn't do as he asked and I had costed him thousands of dollars for matches I didn't win. He said I talked to much and I didn't train enough to his liking. Even though I trained 16 hours a day, non stop and spoke only a couple times as when necessary. He held me by my hair after calling me to his office. He attacked me and sliced my throat with my own knife. Not enough to kill me, but it scarred me for life. Never will I be able to speak again.

A constricted yelp came from my mouth as I tried to speak. The air just wasn't getting through. She came closer to me but instinctively when she reached down to grab me, I held her wrist and twisted it, her bones broken before I could stop myself.

Charlie, the whole time trying to stop Renee from making me angry further. He kicked me away when I broke her wrist, she fell to the floor on her knees in pain. Bella came rushing through the door to help her injured mother.

I crawled away from the scene finally picking up the strength to run away.

My choice of hiding place, my bedroom down in the basement.

I ran in the darkness and my body navigated toward the bed that was really just a mattress. I took my mothers necklace and the military knife from the small sake I had since I was a child, traveling from business to business.

The farthest corner from the door I sat and tried to calm myself as I heard their bickering upstairs. The sound of a door slamming and a cars engine was heard as I realized I was finally alone in peace.


I slammed the door to Bella's rusty red truck, brown flecks of rust flew from the door onto the black of the gravel.

The whispers of the kids around us was suffocating because even if I didn't know what they were talking about, I knew the subject of the conversation. The weird looking blonde kid, who twisted the hand of the chief of polices wife's hand out of his weirdness. I bet I wouldn't hear the end of it.

Bella walked beside me, giving me apologetic glances along the way. I was the one who should be sorry, but I wouldn't be able to explain how sorry I actually was.

When she caught my face again she abruptly stopped. "You know Jazz it's fine. My mom gets a little to forward sometimes and it's creepy I know." She ran a hand through her hair. "Just know no hard feelings between us bro." She breathed nervously and punched my arm playfully. Maybe I didn't get the memo of it being so much of playfulness, I raised my eyebrow in confusion at her random act of violence. She blushed, "Yea, I'm gonna get to class." She rasped. She started to walk away but she turned around, lifting her hand up. "Meet you at lunch?" She smirked. I nodded to confirm. She left for class.

For some unknown reason I turned around and I noticed everyone staring at something. What I had realized at this school is that nothing could happen without the whole school watching you.

A boy moved out of my way of sight, giving me a better view. A lock of bronze flashed from in front of a girl. I moved a little to the right to get a better look.

There was a girl with spiky hair and yellow eyes, she was wearing a blue coat, black tights, a white long sleeved shirt that showed from the arms of the coat since it only showed her forearms, flats, and colorful gloves that reached above her wrist, and a scarf around her neck. A huge muscled man with curly brown hair, he wore a leather coat that looked very worn out, blue jeans that had the various holes around it, and timberland boots, and the same unusual yellow eyes as the girl.

The boy who caught my eyes was so relatable to me it seemed. By the way of his appearance, he had scars which disturbed his natural beauty, he wore a trench coat with a grey shirt, black pants and timberland boots like the heavily muscled man. He seemed brooding as the others beside him looked on happily. He didn't seem to care for the attention of the crowd.

His yellow eyes caught my mine, he glared at me and I glared right back. Maybe this one was a prick like everyone else. I didn't care, not like I ever wanted to be near him.

His eyes softened, but turned hard again before he broke our eye contact.

I scoffed the best I could as a natural reaction, but it came out more like a grunt then I had wanted it too.

I gave one last look at the bronzed hair lad, before I turned and walked through the entrance of the school.