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Written By: Kyra Young
July 24, 2015
Scars are always fun to remember. I have 10 scars all over my body; some are small, big, or even jagged. I aquired these scars from having many adventures. Not really, I just like to tell people that so they think I'm cool. I live a pretty boring life. Day in and day out I just wake up, go to school, come home, do homework, and go to sleep. Since that's all I do I don't have any friends. I try to stay away from people because I don't want to get hurt, especially since high school kids can be cruel.There's this one scar that changed the way I see other people. It's not a scar that you can see, it's an emotional scar.
I'd never been to school before my 9th grade year. My parents thought that the school system didn't teach kids what they need to know to survive in the real world; so from birth my parents and I travelled around the world. They taught me to help people and to always kill people with kindness. I've made connections with people, but never friends. From an early age I've learned to not get attached since we only stay at a place for a couple of months. What made my parents put me in school was how sad I looked. They thought that if I made friends then I'll be happier, so when I turned 14 we moved to L.A. The school that I'm going to looked pretty from the outside. I was sitting in the office waiting for my parents when I saw him. It felt like no one else was in the room with us. Friday morning 1/10/15 was my first day of school.
For the first half of the school year the mysterious boy was my only friend. We did everything together, I started to fall for him. A part of myself told me not to love him, but I couldn't help it. One day he asked me if I loved him, I'm a terriable liar. I didn't want to answer, so i didn't. Things were different between us after that; our friendship seemed non-existent. I felt miserable when I founded out he was avoiding me. I lost my best friend over love; I thought love was suppose to bring people together. My emotional scar runs deep; I don't think I can be fixed.
1/10/16 was when everything went wrong or good, I haven't decided yet. Somehow I got stuck with my ex-bestfriend to do a project for history class. I tried to get a new partner, but the teacher said "suck it up, we have to deal with our problems eventually." Now that I'm thinking back to that day, I'm pretty sure the teacher knew. Back to that lovely day, the history project was to make an ancient artifact. I told mystery boy that I'll do the project, then I walked home. A couple hours later he came by. I was in my room so it was a surprise seeing him at my door. Everything in me wanted to punch his face in, instead I started to cry and told him to leave. He, in turn, held me till I stopped crying. He told me why he stopped talking to me, why he avoided me, why he couldn't stop thinking about, why he loved me.
If you want to know the ending to my crazy story, go and ask mysterious boy. He'll be glad to tell you.
This is a fictional story :)