Marjorine had her hand over her right eye, tracing the scar that ran from just above her eyebrow to her cheek. The scarred skin was raised and dark, jagged and painful. It was dry to the touch, and she hated looking herself in the mirror. It made her so ugly. She hated it.

She had already forgiven the person who gave her the ugly marking down her face, but she knew he hadn't forgiven himself. Marjorine had seen the way Kenny stares at her imperfection, wishing he had never hurt her.