Love Behind A Mask

1- Texas

Skylar POV

My parents wanted me to go to a concert with my friends in Texas.. umm no thanks.

You see I'm more of a stay in person, I don't do outdoors. Hey my name is Skylar Marquez and I'm from Phoenix, Arizona.

My "friends" Anna and Justin want to head to Dallas to see this country singer. Not my style. My parents are best friends with theirs so of course they think we're friends and get along..yeah okay.

I hate them with a burning passion. They would bully me because of my height and how skinny I am. I don't care though honestly. I like myself and that's all I care for.

I'm 5'1 and weigh 102 pounds. I have great curves and I'm fine with my 34C breats. No need for big boobs on a small body am I right?

I'm a quiet and shy person, but don't mess with me. I'll stab you in the throat with a pair of scissors if you make me angry. Call me a freak, I don't give two shits. Not even one.

Any who, I rolled my eyes as I zipped up my suitcase. Why do I have to go to this stupid concert? I glanced at my reflection in the mirror and shrugged. My original long dark brown hair made my electric blue eyes pop. My lips were a natural red and my white teeth showed with my smile. Which I hardly did.

I was wearing a white spaghetti tank top and some high waisted blue jeans. I grabbed my blue crop top and pulled it on to cover my cleavage. I threw on my converse and was set to go.

I had packed a good amount of clothes, bathroom necessities, extra pair of shoes, phone charger, headphones, and cash.

Stupid freaking Texas

My room was neat and I put on my golden heart locket my grandma gave me before she passed away last year. Fresh tears welled up as I thought of Nana.

She was my best friend and always protected me. She loved me for who I was and more than anyone. I held back the terms and put on my blank face. That's how I am, don't judge me.

I also packed my hunting knife. Hehe hope I get to kill something I thought with an evil grin. I grabbed my stuff and walked to the front door where my parents were talking with the traveling twins from hell.

Seven days with them..oh joy! Sarcasm sweet pea.

My parents kissed my head goodbye and told us to be safe, which caused me to roll my eyes. Mentally of course.

We pulled out of the drive way in our blue van. We waved goodbye as we started our trip to Dallas and the heat it would bring.

For some reason, my heart was beating faster. This was always a sign something big would happen. Good or bad..oh well.

I put on my headphones and stared out the window as the devil spawns gosspied. Dumbass twins.