Chapter 1 - Noticed in a Crowd

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oh god i'm getting Waffleberry's Harsh Birth flashbacks with the chapter titles

for those that don't know what i'm talking about: when i was eleven, i made a 20-chapter story for my friend, WHB. buttttttt looking back it's HORRIBLE and i REFUSE TO REREAD IT. the new stuff is obviously not the best and is a little rushed but at least it MAKES SENSE

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I have awoken from my bed. It is way more comfortable than the one at the old house. I hopped out, put on some comfortable clothing, and head downstairs.

My mom and dad were dancing together in the kitchen while some eggs were frying. I mean, I don't blame them, dad has been gone for months, but for fuck's sake.

"Hey mom, dad- i'm going to the grocery store. Do you guys need anything?" I asked, ruining the moment.

"Just some milk and other things. You decide the rest!" My dad called, still dancing with my mom.

I decide what to buy? Sweet!

"Alrighty. Love ya!" I called out, walking out the door.

"Love you too, sweetie!" I heard my mom yell.

And so I was out. Originality City looked... scary, but also cozy at the same time? I don't know, it's hard to describe.

I noticed the grocery store was just down the road, so I headed down there- almost getting hit by a car in the process.

When I entered, I couldn't help but grin- everything was in order and neat, it wasn't too crowded, and people seemed to mind their own buisness.

I got my shopping cart and simply did my buisness- get milk, eggs, meat, and... well, I went a little nuts.

I got pretty much anything that existed, including candy, fruit, pie- everything. Before I knew it, my shopping cart was full.

Just as I was heading to the checkout center, I caught something in the corner of my eye- The Bad Girls, and oh god, did they look hotter in person.

Wait, Y/N, stop! You barely even know them! You don't even listen to their music, for shit's sake!

The blonde girl with blue and pink streaks noticed my look, and began staring as well. I felt at peace, for some odd reason. I wanted to stay like this forever-

"Hey! Get out of my way!" Some douche behind me spat.

I turned to them, clearly confused. "Uh, you can just go around."

"I said GET OUT OF MY WAY!" They screamed, pushing me to the ground. I felt immense pain, worse than anything I ever felt. That is when I felt another presence behind me.

"Dude, knock it off and leave them alone, you pleb." A deep, raspy voice sneered. Edgelord.

"Who ya talkin' to?" They gasped.

"She's talking to you, my dear. Now roll along." A rather proper voice sung. Mary Sue.

It was at this point I noticed a crowd was starting to form around us. Some had their phones out, some seemed shocked, others laughed- at the jerk, I assume.

"Oh, this is bad..." A shaky, nervious voice whispered. Anti.

"Well, fuck this- your band sucks ass anyway." The idiot rolled their eyes, strolling back.

Mary Sue held out her hand to me. "Hey, you okay?"

"Yeah. Thanks, Mary." I sighed, taking it.

"Hey, if you're in trouble, call us." Edgelord chuckled, forcing three rows of numbers in my hand.

"I- Thank you?" I questioned, barely able to process things.

"You're welcome, darling! Come along, girls!" Mary Sue called, signaling Anti and Edgelord to follow them. I noticed the brunette taking her time to wave goodbye, to which I waved back.

"Oh, this is going on my youtube channel! I'LL BE FAMOUS!" I heard someone cheer.

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I just rolled back home, groceries in hand. I opened the door to my mom happily eating with my dad.

"Hey, it's my eldest spawn!" He laughed.

"Dad, stop. I'm your only spawn." I chuckled, getting my dad howling with laughter.

"How was your first day at the market?" My mom asked.

My mouth suddenly curned to a frown. "I don't wanna talk about it."

"Oh. Well, tell me when you're ready- I won't force you." My mom just smiled.

"Thanks, mom." I sighed, setting down my groceries.

The only thing in my mind was that I got the numbers of all three band members. What a day.

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