Little Things

Courtney is just your normal teenager, but she has a secret. When Louis Tomlinson, the new exchange student, finds out will he love her all the same?


2. "they only care if you can bleed..."

{Courtney’s POV}




That’s the first thing I see when I wake up. I groan and hit the snooze button on my alarm. I hate Mondays. Five minutes pass and the alarm goes off again.




“ugh” I groan as I put my pillow over my head. I get up to unplug that stupid alarm clock and walk into my bathroom. I turn on my hair straightener so it can heat up while I wash my face and put my makeup on. I put on my usual black eyeliner and mascara and run a brush through my hair to get all the tangles out. My straightener beeps to let me know that I can straighten my hair. It takes my about 15 minutes to straighten my hair. My blonde hair was dip-dyed red and just past shoulder length. 


I walk out my bathroom to pick out my clothes for the school day. I picked black skinny jeans, a Nirvana sweater, and my combat boots. I quickly shove all my books and folders into my book bag as I check my clock to make sure I’m not running late. 


I grab an apple before heading out the door to walk to school. I put my headphones in and let the sound of My Chemical Romance wash over me. I pull my sleeves to cover up my wrist, making sure my scars don’t show. That’s something you should know about me…I’ve been diagnosed as depressed. I started cutting at the beginning of the year, thinking that nobody cared. Honestly, the only thing keeping me alive is my best friend. I would be lost without her.


I could see the high school enter my view and my heart died a little inside. School was basically hell. I tossed my apple into the woods and wiped my hand off on my jeans. I waited outside the building for the doors to open. I don’t usually get here early but it’s not a big deal. I slid my back down the wall and closed my eyes, giving my full attention to my music. A shadow cast over my eyes and I opened them to see another kid waiting outside for the doors to open. I’m guessing it’s a new kid because I’ve never seen him before. 


“The doors won’t open for a couple more minutes” I told the boy. He turned to me to reveal eyes that were as blue as the ocean. 


He smiled and said a quick “thanks” before he went and sat down a few feet away from me. He pulled out an old beaten up notebook and began writing in it. I put my headphones back in and patiently waited for the doors to open.

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