(Michelle Trachtenberg as Wiley Ono)

Wiley's POV

When I finally looked at myself the next morning in my jeans my eyes swept past my boring, dead hazel eyes that reminded me of bitter coffee. My hair was black as burnt camp fire ash and had small streaks of white blonde in them that made me look like an art project gone wrong. My thighs and stomach were too big even though everyone said I was skinny, they were all liars. I wished that I was more like Baylor. But I'm not and for the first time in a long time I was okay with being me. My nose that has a bump in the middle and pimples decorating my lower cheeks that were only semi noticeable. I hoped at least.

I grabbed the lip stick I had got and I smacked it on my skinny lips. I had very thin and crackling lips that I had always hated since it came from my father. I then straightened out my Chanel knock off muscle t-shirt.

I put on some high waisted short shorts that were on clearance. With some white vans from the thrift shop and a clutch that Baylor got for me because she absolutely could not let me walk away without it. She is very stubborn and suddenly is a bit arrogant. I'm not saying that I like it but she deserves to be in every single way. And so do I. Smiling at that thought I hurried down the stairs and bolted out of the door to the Camry that my dad 'got' for me. I knew that it was stolen but I didn't comment on it. My dad was a con artist anyways.

It wasn't like I wasn't used to it already. When I put my backpack in the front seat I turned on the ignition and started the car. Pulling out of driveway Looked back at my house and wondered what would happen if I jut put on my old ugly grey cardigan and my baggy jeans with high tops.

I would still be the 'Nerd'. I knew that everyone had forgotten about calling Baylor 'Um'. So I'm sure that this would work just fine. Baylor was my friend. This would work.

Pulling into my usual parking spot I went out of the car and Baylor ran to me. "Let's go," she beamed at me.

She hooked her arm around mine and pulled me into the school, basically running and dragging me behind her. Most people were blatantly staring, not that I blame them. The two nerd girls were wearing actually nice clothes that showed there bodies off... my scars. Shit.

My dad was locked away in jail right now for his acts towards me but, he left his mark on me. I had a long and ugly scar that went from the top of my eyebrow, just missing my eyes and scraped down across my cheek bone then ended at the end of my jaw bone. I also had long cuts on my lags and arms from him. I never hurt myself because I knew that he would just do it so what was the point in it.

I always had my face hidden in a hoody and or a Beanie that would cover up most of it. The only reason that I went to school was to make my mom proud. She is working night shifts at the hospital right now so I barley ever see her because she's either sleeping or working. I'm very proud of my mom. We never needed him.

He was just there to take, we supplied him. We didn't need him, he needed us. And for that I was so proud.

I put a smile on my face and plugged my headphones in. Welcome to the black parade came on and I smiled for real this time.

Im unashamed! I'm gonna show my scars!

I smiled and laughed with a couple of tears in my eyes. I was going to make it this time. I was going to actually make something out of this. With that thought I marched into the school slightly afraid but the adrenaline pushed me with my feet walking and me taking some deep breaths to stop my tears. I wasn't going to ever stop.

I was going to show them that I who I was, and that I will never be ashamed of myself again.

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When I finished the dance with Lance last block again it was actually okay, I did hip hop dance and I loved to do it, he liked it as well so at least one thing we have in common.

When I got my bags and things out of the car I walked to the parking lot. I pulled my Camry around the parking lot when I noticed Lance kicking his car.

I was about to leave him but I was a kind girl who always had to do what was best.

"Get in Jerkface," I yelled and honked the horn.

"Coming Dumbass!" He yelled and ran to the car.

He offered me a smile which I returned with a scowl. I zoomed out of the parking lot and im knew then that this was going to be a very long ride.

MERRY CHRISTMAS BITCHES
XXX
-JO