David's P.O.V

FANGIRLING SO MUCH RIGHT NOW BECAUSE AMY AND MARK ARE HOLDING HANDS IN PUBLIC!!! AWWW. Y/n was leading the way to Starbucks but nobody realized that we passed it. Instead, we were away from the live city buzzing to a quiet little area. There was a nice pond with baby ducks in it and there was a hill with a huge shady tree. There as a bench by the pond and a water fountain too. This place seemed nice. "Where are we?" I asked
y/n.
"My favorite place to be." She replied. "It's a nice calming area where it's great to be alone. Not many people know about this place."
"Wow." The blue haired guy, Ethan said. I look around at the beauty of the place and breathed in a fresh smell of *sniff sniff*....goose shit.

Tyler's P.O.V

The place that y/n brought us to is amazing. I love it. I look over at the little hill with the tree and see Mark and Amy, hand in hand walking towards it. I saw as Amber playfully pushed Jacob and they started chasing each other like kids. David was trying to flirt with y/n again but she was rejecting him and walking to the pond so David sat down and played with the grass instead. Ethan was talking to Vanessa. To be honest, she looked pretty but the girl that I love is at home with Chica. The girl I love has great looks every day. The girl I love has a heart of pure gold. The girl I love, isn't here right now but at home. Her name is Alex. She is cute, funny, quirky, intellegent, playful, and flirty. I love her and there is not a moment that I miss to tell her that.

Ethan's P.O.V

It takes a strong man to do this, and I decided to do it. I went to talk to Vanessa. She was headed over to the bench and I decided to smoothly sit next to her.
"Hey Vanessa." I say.
"I'd rather be called Nessa and howdy." She said all bubbly like.
"Oh, sorry." I say brushing my hand through my hair.
"It's fine. It's not like you knew."
"May I ask why you don't like being called by your full name?"
"It's a long story." She told me, with a smile vanishing slowly.
"A long story that I'd like to hear." I tell her with a smile hoping that she would smile too. She looked at me trough her glasses and smirked. Good enough.
"When I was born, my parents didn't want me because they wanted a boy who was strong and smart and fast and everything. Me,I was SHIT to them because I was a girl. They didn't like that at all so before I was even a year old, my mom started a drinking habit and my dad was a drug addict. I grew up around puffs of smoke and the strong smell of hard liquor. I had these saggy boy clothes that I was forced to wear all the time that smelled like cat pee. I had to go to school like that which caused kids to tease me. They would push me down and chant, "Vanessa Vanessa will never ever dress up."
"Wow." I said.
"Vanessa Vanessa never will grow up." She mimicked
"I told my teacher but the kids lied and said I was bullying them which caused my parents to get calls. When I got home, the first thing that happened was I got hit with a beer bottles on the arm. That's when the abuse started. My mom was hitting me, my dad was kicking me. I was only in kindergarten. Every day that I came home, I would get hit for existing, for breathing to heavily, for getting a B on my papers. I had to grow up like that. By 6th grade, it was so bad that every day I went to school with a new scar everyday and and to wear sweatshirts and jeans all the time. In the middle of the year, my family started calling me fat and ugly. They called me stupid, a slut, a whore, a wannabe bitch. All sorts of things and that's when depression hit me hard like a train. Suicide sounded like the best thing ever to do but I found a razor one day and thought, Blood can wash my problems away. I picked up the razor and ran it across my arm. I cut very deep and that's where this scar is from." She rolled up a sleeve and revealed a deep scar.
"After one cut, it wasn't enough. Two cuts didn't do the trick but after three, I wanted more cuts. I cut all on my arms and my legs everyday. It wasn't until 7th grade where I actually tried to kill myself. I remember telling a random kid that I wasn't gonna show up to school the next day. He didn't believe me, but I didn't show up. In fact, I stole a bunch of money and ran away. I had a book bag full of things including my dads credit card and I ran away. I stopped by a cheap diner to eat breakfast when the waitress asked where my parent were. I didn't talk to her, I just left the place without food. She cought up to me outside though and give me free pancakes with syrup, bacon, and eggs. It was all in a small container which also had a note saying there is an area out back that you can stay at. So I stayed behind the diner in a small but comfortable little room with a bed and bathroom. The room was well furnished and smelled of pancakes all the time. The waitress fed me everyday and she even brought me to her home so I could live with her. She took good care of me, she fed me, she gave me better clothes, she gave me a place to call home. I never went to 8th grade but I went to 9th and it was tough but I had someone to help me. She passed away when I was in 11th grade and her last words were "I love you Nessa." She didn't have enough energy to say the Va part though which made me stick with the name Nessa but I also started to gain depression back. I just cut my skin everywhere possible to make me feel better. Later is school, I discovered sewing club when enrolling in 12th grade. It became the place where I made friends. One day, we were having a fashion show and the creators modeled their own designs. I was scared because I was still depressed and I had quite a few fresh scars. I didn't want people judge me so I tried to make an excuse not to perform but they forced me to and I reluctantly did. I had a dress with a black top and a special patterned bottom with orange, black, beige,and blue with a brown belt and Brown purse. I was really scared but I did it. In front of the whole school. It did go as expected.

The teachers gawked as they say my arms and legs, student grabbed cameras, some pointed and laughed, and others cheered. The judges looked... terrified but shocked. I had so many mixed emotions so I was mad and I started crying out of embarrassment but I kept a smile on my face and walked down the runway. As soon as I went backstage, I broke into tears as I ran into the bathroom. I cried for what seemed like days and I changed into my next outfit. It was a red skirt with a long sleeved beige sweater and a black peacoat with black stocking and heels. It covered up my scars and I was a little happy.

I went back out there and put on the fake smile that I practiced for years. After everyone performed, we went backstage and 3 people were to be called to out on stage and they would be the top three models/ designers. First on stage was Alex for third place. Second on stage was Mia for second place and last, I heard my name. "Vanessa Orstraw" I heard. I went outside on stage receiving first place and I also received booing and cheering and total craziness. I started crying wile trying to hold my smile but I couldn't. I stayed on stage crying as I heard my name ringing. Vanessa Vanessa Vanessa. I felt as a hand pulled me aside. I don't remember what happened directly after that but I do remember that once again, I was called out on stage but there was a long speech about me.
"Thats... tough." I say as I see tears well up in her eyes. I wrap my arm around her so she was comforted. She pulled her glasses off and never broke eye contact with her skirt.
(Insert sad music here as you read.)
"Vanessa is here winning first prize not only because she has great design skills, but because she has courage. She is brave. No one in my 39 years of judging models have I seen a young woman as brave enough as Vanessa to show her scars and her real pain out in front of everybody. She has broken limits of bravery and she has showed us that beauty is always there. Vaness-"
She suddenly stops.
"I cut her off and told her to call me Nessa and she did."
A tear skydive from her eye and landed in her lap.
"Nessa here is the type of model I want to see all over the country. Nessa is the best model here to be honest and she deserves more praise than hate. Nessa is the winner."
I look up and see tears raining from her eyes. Without thinking, I put my hand under her chin and turned her pale face gently towards mine. I looked her directly in her eyes.
"You are beautiful no matter what. Your scars show a battle you fought and won. Show your scars like trophies."
"I do. I wear skirts to show that im not afraid." She told me, voice cracking. She leaned in and rested her forehead on mine, my hands cupped around chin.
"OK lovebirds," Tyler says. "Time to go is what y/n said."