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So tell me Jessica which did you mean to do, punch me or scratch me, because It felt like a little bit of both like you couldn’t really decide…
And what was it you called me? Not that it matters but just for the record because I was too busy lifting my hand and ducking but you got me and I missed what you sai-d…
That tiny scar you’ve all seen above my eyebrow? That’s a shape of Jessica fingernail which I plucked out myself…
Or maybe you’ve never seen it, but I see it every morning when I get ready for school, “Good morning Hannah” it says, and every night when I get ready for bed, sleep tight.
But it’s more than just a scratch, it’s a punch in the stomach and a slap in the face it’s a knife in my back because you would rather believe some made up rumor then what you knew to be true.
Jessica my dear, I’d really love to know if you dragged yourself to my funeral, and if you did, did you notice your scar?
And what about you, the rest of you? Did you notice the scar as you left behind?
No? Probably not. Because most of them can’t be seen with a naked eye.