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((KK))

Tibris danced through the halls to Florence and the Machine.

Ridley put her headphones in, trying to drown out the sound of chattering students. Out of nowhere, someone ran into her.

"Hey, watch where you're going!" she snapped.

Kat walked over to her. She took the iPod out of Ridley's hands and changed the song to Minority. "Better?"

"Lots," Ridley said bitterly. "Who are you anyways?"

She changed the song to I Hate My Life by Theory of a Dead Man.

"Kat, your best friend. I changed a lot over the summer, eh?" She laughed

"You did," Ridley said, flicking her dark hair over her shoulders. "But I love your hair. It so suits you."

They started walking toward their first class.

Kat laughed. "'Course it does." She smiled. She put her headphones and started listening to the song Pain.

Ridley rolled her eyes, and started to scroll through songs, hoping to decide on one to sing for the teacher's "show what you know" thing. She decided on the song Iridescent.

Kat decided she'd sing Hallelujah to the teach, it would show off her power and note matching.

((i'll be the teacher. go on ss))

"Ok, today you will present the songs you each chose to sing," the teacher said. "First up is..." He looked through a list of students. "Ridley Addams."

Ridley sighed, went up to the front, and sang her song.

"Beautiful," the teacher said. "Good power, volume and note matching. But i have a feeling that Kat Lenard will up that a bit. Kat, go ahead."

Kat smiled and walked up. She sang Hallelujah by Lenaord Cohen.

"I am correct," the teacher said. "Looks like I know who my best students are already."

After class, Ridley grabbed her backpack and headed off to Piano 4. She was muttering something under her breath.

Kat grabbed her bag and ran after Ridley. "I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed. "I thought this year might be different!"

"Oh, no," Ridley said. "It's not you. I just have a lot on my mind." The strained expression on her face barely masked the thoughts swirling like a tornado in her head.

"Ridley, I've known you for years, I know it's about what that teacher said." Kat stated. "Abd you've known me for years you know I'm not thick enough to fall for your barely a smile smile."

"I'm not kidding this time," Ridley said, making her hair hide her face. "It stuff going on at home."

"Oh my God." Kat gasped. "No..."

"Yeah," Ridley said. "The marks are there. I'll show you later."

With those words she walked inside and took a book from the teacher's desk, and started to play a song. Lithium by Evanescence. That song was a red flag by itself.

Kat was standing in the doorway, she felt as though she were about to cry.

Ridley stopped and walked over. "I can handle it," she said. "It's easy if you don't think about it."

Kat shook her head, unable to speak.

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"Ok, now what's on your mind," Ridley asked. "And you know i can smell lies from across the country."

Kat pulled her shirt up slightly to show a waist that was four sizes too small.

"Hey," Ridley said, both anger and worry bleeding into her voice. "What started this?"

Kat pushed her shirt back down and shook her head. "I don't know... I all of a sudden got an obsession with being thin and perfect."

"Better then me," Ridley said, lifting her shirt an inch. Long, thick scars crossed with dark red burns and black bruises appeared. "This was just the beginning. I also have... similar problems to yours."

"Jeez, we both need help!" Ridley said. "If I wasn't so angry at myself it might help me a little here."

Jason had been watching them from afar, he tisked when seeing their ribs and Ridley's scars and leaned over to them. "You do know that you can die from that.. right? It's not healthy." He tisked again, frowning slightly at them.

"What do you mean?" she snapped. "This was partly my dad's fault."

He frowned, "What do you mean by that?"

"He did this to me," she said. "I'm not the kind of person who hurts themself."

Kat looked at her feet. She was that kind of person.

"I know that look," Ridley said. She grabbed Kat's wrist, examining it for scars.

Kat took her wrist back, pulling the leg er I guess arm now warmer down a bit near the hand and up near the elbow.

Ridley pulled the arm warmer back down, saw the scars and quickly pulled the arm warmer back up.

"Why?" she asked. "Why would you do that to yourself?"

Tears were streaming down her face. "Everything went wrong over the summer... I'm just trying to forget it, trying to stop but I can't." She said, her voice shaky. "My parents kicked me out..."

"Where are you living now?" Ridley asked. "I refuse to let you live on the street. Or in some shelter."

"I've been sneaking in everynight and out every morning. They really should change the locks." She said, holding out the keys.

"Since I'm living with my mom and stepdad now, you should come live with me," Ridley said. "Mom won't mind. She loves you."

Kat nodded and hugged Ridley. "Thank you." She whispered as a small bottle fell silently from her pocket to the floor.

Ridley snatched it before Kat could take it. "You're officially cut off," she said. "Hand over everything."

Jason sighed, deciding not to get involved with that. He walked back down the hall.

"Stick it in your pocket and ask to go to the washroom, now." She hissed, not wanting to get caught by a teacher.

Ridley stuffed the bottle in her pocket and followed Kat to the bathroom.

"Now hand it over," Ridley said.

Kat handed her about five to ten bottles of meth alone. "Don't tell, please." She begged. "I don't want to be kicked out!"

"Give me all your sharp objects, alchohol and other drugs," Ridley said. "And I won't tell anyone. I promise."

Kat had to take it all out in five hand fulls.

"Kat, this is bad," Ridley said. "I care about you. What brought all this?" Now she was trying to hide a thin scar across her own wrist.

"He got me hooked raped me then left me!"