Battle
Scars
Chapter 8
Alaska’s P.O.V.
Oh yeah, I forgot. The ‘popular’ clique does a weekly
shopping trip on Saturday. They might have been waiting for
ages.
“Where have you been?” says Megan, storming up to
me.
“And why’d you bring - that?” follows Terra,
refrencing Rubes.
“Haven’t you heard?”
“Oh yeah, you’re viralists. You’re not friends
though. You’re still mortal enemies, just doing it for the
fame. Come with us, we found an amazing dress we think you’d
like to try-“ says Demi, trying to turn me away.
“No. Stop. Just, stop.”
I sigh.
“Ruby understands me better than any of YOU ever did.
We’re not friends, like you said. We’re BEST FRIENDS. I
really don’t care WHAT dress you’ve found, and on the
rare occasion I wear something that you’ve picked, I change
out of it as soon as I walk through my door. THIS is the kind of
dress I like.”
I pull out my white dress.
“Oh, no, Alaska. That’s really Horr-“
“Don’t you get it? I don’t CARE what you think. I
NEVER DID.”
“Of course you do. We’re-“
“Don’t you get it? You guys are the reason I do
this.”
I take off my watch to reveal I don’t know how many 1.5
centimetre vertical scars, about 2 millimeters apart, which are the
result of self-harm, easily able to be hidden by a watch or
bangles.
“Attention-Seeker.”
“Emo Freak.”
“Drama Queen.”
“You guys RULED my life. I hated that, I want to be free. And
I am, thanks to Rubes.”
“Rubes? You call her Rubes?”
“Yes. And she calls me Laska. Now if you’ll excuse me,
We have a gig to preform.”
Battle Scars Chapter 8 Alaska’s P.O.V. Oh yeah, I forgot.
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