3. chapter 3
The next day I woke up with a giant smile on my small face. I walked into the bathroom in my room and I looked my arms up and down. My smile faded. I looked at every cut mark on my arm. I moved my finger up my arms feeling the rugged scars I left. I grabbed my sweater and slipped it on. I zipped it up and smiled at my self in the mirror. I didn't like what I saw. But did he? I shook my head and left for school.
I walked through the halls with my books. I made it to my locker without running into someone. Thank goodness. I put my books into my locker and was getting ready to shut it but he shut it. "I just noticed, i didn't get your name. I'm Luke. "I'm Briella..." I said quietly. "Beautiful name." He said smirking. I laughed. While Luke walked away he accsidently rolled my sleeve up, he looked at my arm and I did too. I could feel a year trying to escape my eye. I looked at him with my eyes full of tears. Then I ran away.