After lunch, Four shows us around: We see the Pit, Chasm and all the places that we'll be training.
"Today, you'll be learning how to shoot a gun. If you're here, great, you have already proved you can jump off a train, your first test!" Eric yells. I roll my eyes and pay attention when Four explains how to stand and shoot. Taking a gun of my own, I hold it up the target. My father used a gun on my many times before, so guns lefts a scar, in my mind. With my hands shaking, I focus on the target.
"Scar, you o?" Four asks coming up behind me.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just a little shaky, that's all." I reply, and with a shoot, I hit the target. The center on the target. Everyone stops their shooting and looks at me.
"Nice job Scar." Peter growls. I just laugh and continue my shots.
When dinner came, I didn't eat. My father never let me eat, so I don't really eat anymore.
"Aren't you going to eat?" Four asks.
"No, I'm fine." I reply honestly.
"You need the proteins." He argues. I lean in across the table and look him straight in the eyes.
"I said I'm fine." I lean back and cross my arms.
Honestly, I don't why he cares so much. I'm just a girl. A girl with a crooked smile.
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A crooked smile
FanfictionSamantha has lived a life of pain and horror. Even though she's in Amity, that doesn't stop here from being beaten by her father. He's gone so far that he sliced a half smile into her face from her right side of her mouth to her right ear, leaving a...
