Author note: ok here is ch 3 of broken skin. so, what you guys think so far? thank you all so much for reading my stories, and giving me a review abut them. i love all the reviews that i get, and i hope that i keep getting more of them! :) ok so here is a sneek peek at a poem that I want Liz to recite in class (Gasp! i gave part of the story away!) please read it and give me your opinion on it. sadly this is all i can give you...

what made you look at mei have always wonderedhow is it you can see the real methrough this twisted skin?

you are the wings that i have always yearned foryou are the one i wish to hold tight in my armsand you are the one who gave the courage to be myself

it is MUCH better with the whole poem, believe me! so please tell me what you think! thanks!

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The coffee shop that Al took me to was a little small, but quiet. Not many people were in there. So I felt quite comfortable. We sat in the back near the counter were people order their drinks. The kitten was sleeping soundly on my lap. (I'm surprised the workers allowed me to bring him in) I had a small glass of water with a muffin, and Al had the same. We talked about a lot of things. Like how much we liked kitties, and the books that we read. We also talked about random things. Things that bugged us about the government, things that we liked about the town, and the people we liked. I even told him about my past. He seemed very interested in that part. When I finished telling him about my past, he seemed like he wanted to revel his own. But he kept quiet about it, and I figured it would be too soon to ask him about it.

After I finished telling a joke, Al was laughing and saying, " Wow! Were do you get these jokes of yours? Their great!"

I blushed a little, "You hear a lot when people don't notice you, and they talk about whatever." A small smile played on my lips.

"Why do you try to hide from everyone?" He asked.

"Because...," I was trying to find the right words. I looked up at him, and gazed at his soft eyes. "Because, who would be kind to a poor creature like me? I all do is scare people when they look at me. The girls in the school are cruel. They pick on me, and throw things at me. They remind of my place in life. I try to stay unnoticed so I wouldn't be tortured. But every now in then kids find me, and they hurt me. It's better to hide from everyone, and not get hurt." Tears were welling up in my eyes.

I felt a hand brush the left side of my cheek. I pulled back startled. There was a little pain in Al's eyes when I did that. "I-Im sorry! I-Im not used to.." My voice was breaking.

I felt arms wrap around me, and hold me. I looked up and saw that Al was slightly smiling at me, "I wont let anyone harm you."

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At home, I was laying in bed, thinking how nice Al was and how quickly we became friends. I have a friend….Then Chris walked into my room, looking as pissed as ever.

"So you think just because you think Al likes you, you can go around forgetting that im around?" She chuckled.

Here comes the pain. It was punch after punch, and kick after kick. My blood stained my white pillows, and I was hunched over in agony when she was done. "Now, you better stay away from my Al. Got it?" She smiled at me, and left.

I couldn't help but to cry. I finally made a friend but I couldn't be with him. The nightmare never ends