You were walking to school, layered in a oversized sweater and tight jeans in 100 degree weather. Feeling a bit hot, you decided to head to the nurse’s office to get an ice pack.

When you walked in, you saw Emmi’s body overlaid with bruises, tears streaming down her face. She noticed your presence and quickly covered her scars.

Her scars akin to your own, ones that your mother carved onto your skin. You rolled up your sleeves, showing your scars.

"Guess we’re matching." She chuckled.