Letting Go

After being brutally abused by her father and outcasted by her classmates, seventeen year old Keller Alvidas is glad and even relieved to spend her last year at Edge-of-The-World, the sleepy small town she grew up in. Everything changes when the Gabriels, a group of orphaned teenage boys arrives. They break all her rules about meeting new people but they too have secrets and when the truth comes out Keller has to decide wether to let go and save herself or to continue to be dragged through everything she wanted to run away from, all for one chance she might never get.


2. The Day After

 Keller's P.O.V

I wake up to a  blindingly bright sun shining through the window. The late January frost casts beautiful ice patterns on the glass, only heightened by the soft orange and yellow light. My small box-like room in the orphange allows little beauty inside so I stare at the window and mentally record this rare sight.

All too soon I have to get up and get ready for school. Exactly four years ago I was in the same position as now. I was thirteen, living with my single father, and broken in most places. Now I'm seventeen nearing eighteen, living in a shabby orphange and mostly put back together. I wince when my bare feet hit the cold wooden floor and in my frayed p.j's I race across the room, into the main living space and into the shower. The only reason why I get my own room was because: a)It was orginally an office b)The main living space was mainly for the younger orphans and c)I'm not really an orphan.

The day after my own father cut my face open I returned to school. Naturally, I was late but Mr.Nozell didn't seem to mind once he saw the state I was in. I still remember his face; a mix of shock and disblief. Now that I think about it I must've looked like a sight, the left side of my face lined with makeshift stiching, both my black eyes,a crushed arm in a sketchy cast and bruises crawling up my throat. I had to admit I was being abused and I had to stand trial and testify in court. My injuries and believable statement sent my father to provincal prison and the sent me to probably the shabbiest and only orphange in Edge-of-The-World, the town I've lived in all my life.

The shower runs cold which usually signifies for me to get out. I slip on black jeans and a new white t-shirt before drying my hair. I examine my face in the mirror, before I head out. Shoulder length dark brown hair, dark brown eyes. Pink lips and tan complexion. Nothing particularly pretty about it but not ugly either, on the right side at least. I turn my head and my cresent moon scar is insanely visible. Running from my left eye down to my jawline, it's tight and taunt but luckily it doesn't pull at the skin around my eye or my mouth. I can still see the spots where I pulled thread through skin in hopes it would heal. When I was younger I tried covering it with layer after layer of makeup but nothing worked. I gave up about two years ago and now I just let it go. I consider covering it up now but if I try to and I'm not successful I will get teased more about it than usual. No, I think, I will wear the scar like armour.I still get stares and whispers and dirty glances when I walk by but after seventeen years of it you just get used to it. I slip on my worn Chuck Taylor's, wool jacket and grab my messenger bag and head out.

I didn't realize how early it was until I acutally got outside. The sun was up but the small town seemed vacant and more dead than usual. The  nearby ocean roared as if to prove that I really  was at the edge of the world. My stomach growls as I'm walking and I regret not eating breakfast. I make a mental note to get some food at the cafeteria at school. At eight A.M there are already students at school, mostly trying to cram last minute information before tests or finding a peaceful place to catch a nap before the lessons start. I slip into Homeroom, English class, and I overhear two seniors (same age as me)  not-quite-whispering at the head of the classroom:

"Did you see those boys? They were gorgeous! I overheard Sonia say they were even cuter than Josh!" said the fake blond. I found it had to believe that Sonia, the most popular girl in school say the new students were even cuter than her long-term and absolutely handsome boyfriend Josh.

"You mean the Gabriels? Nah, they're living in the orphanage. They're not worth your time," a snobby brunette siad. The pencil I was writing with broke and they instantly turned around. I guess they didn't notice me when I walked in. They hurriedly gathered they're things as the bell rang and I caught several mutterings of "freak" before they returned to their seats.

The class filters in and I secretly curse the two snobs who are currently trying to suck up to Sonia again. Does staying at the orphange instantly make you a loser? I wonder. Just beacause you have parents and a nice home and friends does not make you better than the rest of us you, turds, I silently say to them. Mr. Pandler waddles in and instantly starts writing on the board. I reach into my bag and shove on my glasses. I get some snickers from the front of the class but I ignore it. 

The closed door opens and Mr.Pandler drops the chalk. "It looks like we have new students in our class!" He gathers them in and I see the two turds nudge each other. I look up and my breath hitches.


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