Imperfect

Brooke, a sophomore girl who never got noticed by people in school and at home. Her parents always yelled and got her in trouble. She tried to hide her pain with long sleeves and bracelets. Her brother, Casey, a senor, was the only one who really cared about her. Her life gets worse and worse until she finds out about a band that changes her life.

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    >>Brooke's P.O.V.<<

    You walk into school the Monday after Spring Break.  You are wearing jeans and an over-sized hoodie to hide the bruises on your arms from your dad.  You had your hair down covering your face from everyone.  You know someone will see your half-way healed black eye.  You sit down at your desk in the back and watch the other kids come in in their little cliques.  The pops, the geeks, the nerds, the druggies, and then there is you.  Alone.  No cliques.  Not even one single friend.  In the back.  By yourself.

    "Morning class!" Mr. Jacobs says walking into class.  He starts to take roll.  When he reaches your name, the whole class turns and looks at you.  Brooke Sears, the "ass" in school. 

    "Well, looks like the whore is here," you hear a high pitch cheerleader voice say.

    "What happened to you bitch?  Did someone push you down the stairs?"

    You just ignore the comments like always.  Yous start to draw on your desk to distract yourself.  Once class gets started, you set your arms on your desk and your head on your arms.  You watch Mr. Jacobs pace back and forth in front of the Smart board. He talks about government and the new assignment for today.  Great...you think.  He starts to hand the papers out.  When he cheerleader in front of you hands you the paper, she mumbles 'Loser' under her breath.  You grab the paper and scoff.  

    "You got something to say to me?" she says turning all the way around.  You say nothing and right your name on your paper.  "Huh?  Bitch?  You listening to me?"

  You start to feel like you are at home and your dad is getting angry at you for whatever you did.  You really want to get up, go to the bathroom, and cry.  You try and hide it.  "Can you please just shut up?" you finally say because you can't stand her voice. 

    "Wow!  The bitch can speak!  This is new!" she says. 

    "What's going on back there, girls?" Mr. Jacobs asks looking at you from his desk. 

    "Nothing Mr. J!  Just making new friends!" she says cheerfully, with a smile.  You wish you could just smack that smile off her face.  "Well, turn around and do your work.  You can make friends later," Mr. Jacobs says before going back to his computer.  The blonde annoying cheerleader finally turns back around so you start your assignment.  After about fifteen minutes or so, you get up and turn your paper in.  You know everyone is looking at you because you actually turned something in.  You know you can get good grades if you tried.  You had good grades a long time ago before you started cutting.  You were the very first person who turned in the assignment.  You feel all eyes on you as you head back down your row back to your seat.  "Wow, she does know how to do work!" you hear the cheerleader say before you sit down.  

    It feels like the day takes forever.  You are watching the clock in 6th hour.  Ten minutes till the bell rings and you can go home.  You just want to go hide in your room.  When the bell finally rings, you dart out the door and straight to Casey's car.  You see Casey putting his backpack in the car.  "Hey Casey, how was school?" you say opening the car door.

    "Eh, it's school.  What do you think?" he says smirking.  How is he always so happy, you think.  You fake smile and get into the truck.  You guys talk about school the whole way home.  About half way, Casey changes the subject,"Here, you need this more than I do," throwing his phone in your lap,"you can listen to your song.  I downloaded it for you.  

    "No, no, no, I don't need it.  I've been fine this far."  You try and give it back to him.  "Please keep it," he says,"I know you started cutting again.  You can't hide it from me, Brooke."  You looked at him shocked.  How did he know?  You'd been wearing bracelets and lots of jackets.  Maybe he knows how much you rely on WMYB.  You sigh and take the phone,"Okay, thank you, Casey.  I don't know how to thank you."

    "You don't have to.  Just hide it so dad doesn't catch you with it."

    "'Kay, got it.  I'll hide it under my pillowcase while i'm not home."  You start to unravel the headphones wrapped around the phone.  You plug them in, find WMYB, close your eyes and listen the rest of the way home.  When you get there, you hide the phone in your room.  

    When you go to bed that night, you listen to the music and realize that you don't need to cut anymore as long as you have your song.  You were about to fall asleep, when you hear your door open and feet walking toward your bed.  You turn your music off and shove your headphones under your pillow.  You start to freak out and sweat.

    "Let's go."

    

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