Trigger Warning: This chapter includes slight abuse and bullying. Author Note: I used to go to Military school so I know that a few of the events don't actually happen, besides the bullying, but the following situations are put in for strictly dramatization purposes. Enjoi~

Dear Random Thoughts,

Everyone gets dressed and we set off into town. "So what do ya'll wanna do?" I ask as we all walk down the streets. "I say we hit the shops!" Angela yells enthusiastically as Bailey agrees. "I want food, man," Isaiah remarks. "Me too, bro," Daniel agrees. The rest of us stare at them. "You guys just ate! How are you two already hungry!?" Bailey practically screams. "Hey! The two of us are growing boys!" Isaiah says trying to defend them. I start laughing. "Ok! One, meat bag over here is 6 ft. something. He ain't gonna be growing any time soon, but I can understand why he's still hungry. But two, you're no tall than 5 ft. 6. You're not going to be growing anytime soon. You're stomach maybe, if you keep eating like that, but not so much by your height." Rivers starts laughing. "You just got BURNED!!!" Isaiah frowned at me, and gave a slight death glare to Rivers.

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By around 8:00, Angela and Bailey had gone off to hit the shops and Daniel and Isaiah went to find some food. That left me and Cara alone. I wanted to take her out on a date so I did. First, we went to the Disney store. She had gotten a few plushies and I got myself a giant Stitch Tsum Tsum. Then I took her to then Anime store where she freaked out on Manga and action figures. I paid for most of her stuff since anime merchandise ain't cheap. Especially Black Butler merch. She got mad that I switched her credit card for mine in order to pay for her but she got over it when I told her we'd go get ice cream. On me, of course. She got her favorite, Mint Chocolate Chip, and I got Raspberry since it was dairy-free and I'm lactose-intolerant so as you can imagine, milk doesn't settle well with me.

Once we got back to the apartment it was around 3:30 in the morning, but we weren't the least bit tired. Besides, the others were still probably out somewhere partying. Cara went into the room for a few minutes and finally came out of the room wearing a strapless, purple two piece.

 I didn't realize I was staring until she handed me a tissue, which caused me to snap out of it. "W-what's this for?" I stuttered. She simply just smiles and taps her nose. I wipe my nose and see that the tissue had blood tissue. Gosh dammit, I got a nose bleed! She laughed and handed me a white, plastic bag. "Put this on. I picked it up when Bailey and I went swim suit shopping. You aren't much bigger than I am so I kinda guessed. The complex has a really big pool, and I really wanna go swimming if that's okay with you." I smile and nodded, then went into our room to change into this black two-piece she picked out from me. 

It fit perfectly. I look into the body sized mirror behind the door and fix my hair into a high pony-tail. Then I glace down at my reflection and frown. A big black tattoo on my left side that says "no. (number, for those who might not know) 007", a thick, gray ring piercing in my belly button, and a few scars and wounds that I notice haven't quite faded away yet. "Stupid military school," I mumble as I open the door and walk into the kitchen. I see Cara on her phone and she looks up at me as I walk in. Her face turns a bright pink and she miles at how I look. Then her frown drops once her eyes reached down to my stomach. She gets closer to me. "All of this... what's it for?" She asked with a concerned tone in her voice. I sighed and decided it was time for me to explain myself to her. "Military school. The tattoo says the number I was assigned. They believed that if you assign someone a number, then you won't need to stoop so low as to call them by their last name, since calling someone by their last name is still a sign of respect and we apparently didn't deserve as much respect. The ring was originally a micro-chip to make sure I was doing as expected and where I was expected; and they took the chip itself off when I was released, but they couldn't take the ring off since they 'accidentally' pierced it in too deep into my skin. The scars and wounds are a result of being stabbed, cut, and generally beat up by the other kids our age and older. I was bullied just cus my dad was in the military so they kept yelling that I wasn't as tough as I thought I was and other things." By now, I was looking down and tearing up at the thought of how I was treated so horrible over there. I shook my head and wiped my tears away and I felt something tickling my stomach lightly. It was Cara, who was kissing my scars one by one. I tried hard not to laugh but I failed and giggled, since it tickled. She finishes and looks up at me as she wraps her arms around my neck and smiles. "No matter how many scars or problems you have... I will always love you."