Not all Scar Stories are Cool || Open
Ollie was sure he wasn’t going to run into anyone. He hardly thought of leaving his house all weekend, to be honest. Though, with his dad home for all of Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, it might not be too bad to find somewhere else to go.
He lathered on some disinfectant and hoped no one would notice, as if a big scrape on his chin wasn’t noticeable. Making sure his phone, money, and wallet were in his pockets, he started off towards some cafe nearby. He’ll sit there for lunch, then wander off to the shops downtown, make it home before dinner, and maybe see if anyone was doing anything that night.
‘Excuses, excuses… I was, erm.’ Even in his mind, he stuttered. ‘I was ballin’ too hard on the basketball court. – No, I’m not athletic enough, no one’d believe that.’
He just couldn’t think of a plausible excuse – aside from the truth – that wouldn’t cause worry.
Anxiety overcame him when he spotted a classmate walk into the cafe.
‘What if they think I’m an idiot?’
He shifted nervously, trying to hide his face from the person who’d just entered.