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Chapter 2

Summer went to her locker and dialed her comination. 38-02-05. It opened with a snap and she got her books for her next class - biology. She sighed and looked in the back of her locker. A picture of her and Marissa, Marissas mom, dad and sister. Summer was about 14 in the picture and she didn't look so perfect. She loved that picture. It reminded her that at one point in her life, everything was as screwed up as it was now. She didn't need to be the annoying little perfectionist that she was today.

Summer looked at mirror under the picture and fixed her hair with a little spray, put on a fresh coat of nude lip gloss, and she was set for class.

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"Class, today we have a student that just transfered into this class from chesmitry. Seth Cohen. Now, He'll need a partner, So Ms. Roberts, you can join him." Mrs. Viola told her, motioning Seth to sit beside her. Mrs. Viola turned toward the board and started to write notes.

"Dont talk to me. I dont want to have to talk to you more then like, asignment worthy-talking so dont, okay?" Summer hissed

"No. Im not working with you. You know what, Summer? Your a bitch. Your not the greatest thing thats ever walked on the planet, so STOP acting like it. You can be sivle, and I'll work with you, otherwise, your doing me a favour by not working with me. Got it?"

Summer tried hard not to show she was hurt. She was the one who told people off. Who did this kid think he was? Maybe he was new here. Maybe he wasn't a loser, 'cuz god knows no loser would ever tell Summer Roberts off. Would they? I mean, come on. No LOSER was this hot now was he?

"Jesus Christ, kid. Dont fuckin' bite my head off. Work with me here."

"Whatever Summer."

How did this kid know her name?

"Who are you?"

"Im -"

"Mr. Cohen, Ms. Roberts you both have detention after school, stop talking." Mrs.Viola recited.

"Way to go, Supernerd get Ms. Popular introuble!" A gothic girl named Silvia yelled. Her friends howled with laughder - even though it wasn't that funny.

Summer turned around and gave Silvia and her friends the middle finger and turned around. Seconds later she felt something wet and sticky hit the back of her head. She told Seth to look at what it was and he wispered "spitball" in her ear. His breath was warm against her neck and it gave her shivers. "Ew" She wispered back as she stuck her hand high in the air.

"Yes, Ms. Roberts?" Mrs.Viola asked.

"Can I be excused for a few minutes please?"

"Make it quick, Ms.Roberts."

Summer rose from her chair and grabbed her purse. As she left the room she shot Silvia a glance and she waved three fingers at Summer and smirked.

Summer slowly marched down the hall in silence, until she got to her locker. She took out a tack and a hairbrush and closed her locker again, walking swiftly to the closest 'Ladies Room'. First Summer brushed out the paper and spit mixture out of her hair, and then she locked the bathroom door. She lifted up her shirt and sucked in. She pressed her hands against her stomach and pushed in, and then stood at different angles at the mirror. Then she took her hands off her stomach and took the tack of the counter. She stared at the point for what seemed like forever, until she watched it go into her side. She dug it as deep as she could into her skin, until she couldnt stand it any longer. She watched herself pull the tiny silver point out of her stomach. The metal was red, and so was a long thin line of blood coming out of the little hole. She put the tack back on the counter and quicky took some paper-towels and held them against the little hole she had just made. She gathered her things and rushed back to her locker.

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Summer ripped at a piece of paper. Little tiny shreds lay on the desk infront of her and there was still 20 minutes left of detention. Summer was sick to death of this. She rose her hand in the air. "Mr. Dommerson, can I be excused, PLEASE!"

Mr.Dommerson rolled his eyes and put his head on the desk, then lifted it again. "Why dont you all just leave? For good. Goodbye." Mr.Dommerson left before any of the other students that were in there. Summer felt proud of herself, getting out of detention early second time this week. She smiled and walked to her locker.

She started to sing "Broken" by Seether to herself quietly, packing up her books, her purse, her binders, and her tack.

"Why do you do that to yourself?" A mere wisper asked. She looked beside her, and there he was like a little lost puppy-dog. Seth Cohen.

"Do what?"

"Theres a red stain in your shirt. Might wanna get that dry cleaned." He said. He turned from her and didn't look back.

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Summer lay on her bed. Shirtless. Pantless. She counted all her scars. 13. Theyre were only three that ment something, though. One was on her knee. She had fallen during her first dance routine. She wasn't perfect then. One was on her collar bone. It was a long, faint scratch from her first kitten. Daddy made them give it away, because Summer couldn't take care of it. She wasn't perfect then. One was on the bottom of her foot. She had stepped on glass because her father wasnt watching her, and she was trying to do things on her own. She wasnt perfect then. The last 10 were from her hurting herself. One wasn't a scar yet, though. When it was one, it would mean something. Someone actually noticed what she did.

Summer got up again and stood infront of the full-length mirror. She turned to her side and sucked in. She tried to press her stomach flat, but she couldn't. She tried to cover her scar. She could. She took her hand off her scar. She didn't want to. She sucked in again, and after satisfying herself with the mirror, she put on some jogging clothes. She ran around Newport until she felt like she was going to faint. She jogged to the beach and got a bottle of water and she decided to jogg home. When she got inside, her water was gone and her shirt was sweaty. She whiped her forehead and changed into her pajamas. She went back downstairs a few minutes later and her dad stopped her.

"What do you want for Dinner, sweety?"

"Not hungry."

"Come on, Summer we haven't eaten together in forever."

"Fine dad, I'll order it."

"Thats my girl."

Summer ordered something from 'Del Ro Choi'. It had small porteins at it was good. She ordered a veggie platter for herself and a steak for her father.

She picked at her veggie platter, hardly touching any of it. That was enough for her. Now she'd only have to punish herself for something else.

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Alright so this is abit dark and not really too Summer. But it will get less depressy.