Scar looked around confused. "I fucking hate this school, why does it have to be so fucking big?" She mumbled under her breath.

Someone tapped her on the shoulder and her jumped. She turned to a black haired, yellow eyed emo guy.

"Lost?" He asked.

Scar smiled. "A little," She admitted.

"Where you headed?"

"Art," Scar mumbled a little ashamed.

"Why do you sound so ashamed?"

Damn he's good.

"I dont know. Maybe because everyone expects me to be successfull and art doesn't always work out."

"Ah, well follow me I have art too."

Scar stood with her mouth open, but followed.

"You any good?" He asked, turning down a barley noticable hallway.

"I dont know. Some people say so, some dont."

"But what do you say?"

"I....I like what I do and I'm proud of it, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna let everyone see it."

"Who do you let see it?" He asked with a quiet more self concious voice.

A small smile took Scar's face. She stopped and turned to face him.

Her green eyes sparkled. "People I trust," Her smile grew. "And somebody who acctually wants to see it."

Scar cocked her head at His odd expression.

"What?" She asked softly.

"You have beautiful eyes." He whispered, then relizing what he said he blushed and looked away.

Scar hid her smile as she blushed and lookes away too.

*RING*

"Oops. Sorry I made you late." He mumbled.

"Oops," Scar giggled. "The first classes of the year are always sucky anyway. Wanna ditch?"

"Are you serious?!"

Scar slowly nodded.

"Miss Straight-A, high honor roll, never broke a school rule, or ditched, or missed a day of school in her life wants to ditch?"

Scar looked away. "You?..."

"Nick."

"You wonder why I got transfered her. Gods. Fine lead the way to class." She was ashamed to find her voice was shakey. She knew soon she would break.

"Look ahh..."

"Scar."

"Scar I'm sorry I didn't mean it." Scar sent a glare his way. "Really I am sorry..." Nick hung his head ashamed.

"I'll forget and forgive if you help me change my look to the real me so this doesn't happen again."

Nick looked up. "Ok...but are you sure you want to becaome one of us....like us...like me?"

"I am one of you," She pulled him into a bathroom and pulled off her shirt and pants. His jaw dropped. "I look like a Barbie doll for my parents sake. But now there gone-" She pulled her clothes back on.

Nick looked into her eyes the image of her body as a picture made of red and purple lines...Scars...it was seared in his mind...forever.

"I'm proud of my art," She whispered. "And I trust you."

Jorie

Isnt it funny that when you go to the shops with your friends you look down at the girl with black jeans and studs but smile at the girl wearing a a mini with a tshirt that barely cover anything?

Isnt it funny you can change your music taste to impress a guy but when it comes to a girl who likes her own music and her own style, you give her a mouthful?

ISNT IT FUNNY that a guy can get away with being a gangsta but the emo gets a mouthful from everyone

are you laughing?

Isnt it funny a emo can be quiet all through the week but gets more shit from everyone than the girl who sleeps around and sells her virginity?

ISNT IT FUNNY that you dont mind your friends drinking, smoking but the minute someone mentions emo music you can give them a lecture on melodramatic teenage outcasts?

im not laughing.

ITS SO FUNNY that you and your friends can make a girls life hell and not know anything about the silent battle she might be fighting.

ISNT IT FUNNY that you can call emos, punks, goths the retards but still manage to get through your day without an inch of guilt in your heart.

HOW YOU CAN CALL A GIRL A POSER, HOW CAN YOU SAY "YOUR NOT EMO" OR "ATTENTION SEEKER" WITHOUT SPENDING A SECOND TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHY THERE ARE CUTS ON HER WRISTS AND WHY SHE SPENDS HER LUNCHTIMES CRYING INSTEAD OR LAUGHING WITH HER FRIENDS

KEEP ON LAUGHING

isnt it funny you can say and do all this without any idea of what is going on in this persons life

without knowing her situation with her friends

or her family

or her LIFE

BRAVE ISNT GOING UP ON STAGE AND STRIPPING

BRAVE IS NOT SAYING A SPEECH

OR DUMPING YOUR BOYFRIEND

BRAVE IS

GOING TO SCHOOL ON MUFTI DAY AND NOT FOR A SECOND CARE WHAT THE WHORES AROUND YOU ARE SAYING ABOUT YOUR CLOTHES

ITS LISTENING TO YOUR OWN MUSIC AND BEING PROUD OF IT

ITS GOING THROUGH EVERY DAY WITH THE THINGS PEOPLE SAY TO YOUR FACE AND BEHIND YOUR BACK AND YOU STILL KEEP QUIET

ITS KNOWING WHAT YOUR "FRIENDS" ARE SAYING ABOUT YOU AND STILL CALLING THEM YOUR FRIENDS

BRAVE IS KNOWING THAT TOMOROW ISNT A BRIGHT AND HAPPY FUTURE

ITS ANOTHER DAY OF BITCHING AND DODGING RUMORS

KEEP ON LAUGHING.

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