Scar sat on the floor of his small room. Scar didn't mind that it was small though. Nothing was worse than the cold, blood covered cement floor of the house he lived in when he lived with his dad, but that horrible man was in prison. There was a knock on the door. Scar opened it. He saw a beautiful girl with curly brown hair, and big blue eyes. She saw a strong looking boy with short brown hair, and eyes the color of caramel. "HI I'm Bryn, and your name would be?" the girl says, trying to sound as friendly as possible. "Scar," "Why Scar?" she asked. He tilted his head to the left a little so that she could see the scar on him that ran from where his neck and shoulder met, to about in inch away from the corner of his eye. She gasped and her eyes widened, but he was used to the way people reacted when they first saw it. "How old are you, I'm 14," she says trying to change the subject. So this must be the girl Joe was talking about. "15,"
