Is this home? -Sbi adoption au

Chapter 6

Y/n POV 

A bit of a time skip

"Hey y/n I've decided your gonna go to school! It will be the same school techno and will go to so if you need any help they'll be there. "Ok." My mind was running. School? That sure sounded like a lot of people. I hope it'll be ok! 

Time skip to the first day of school 

I got dressed in a black and red striped t shirt, some jeans, jean chains, and I attempted to do my eye liner but it failed. Oh well. I put on my ✨rings✨ and some silver necklaces. 

That's kinda gay ngl ANYWAYS MOVING ON also gonna skip driving it's awkward

I walked through the busy halls to my first class. I was kinda panicking but I tried to calm down. I found my class after searching for a bit and entered. As soon as I stepped inside everyone looked at me. Did I do something wrong? Do I have eyeliner on still because I forgot to take it off? Are my clothes messed up? Am I standing weird? Thoughts filled my head until the teacher said "ah, you must be y/n, please introduce yourself to the class." "Uhm hi my names y/n" "alright does the class have any questions." A couple people raised their hands and the teacher called on them. "Yes, Joan?" "What are your pronouns?" "Uhm, they/them." I dreaded saying it. They probably wouldn't except me. I heard a couple people snicker and even the teacher looked at me a little shocked but regained her posture. 

The teacher called on someone names EmIlY. "What are all those scars on your face?" "Hum I don't feel comfortable answering that question." I started sweating. Could they see how nervous how was and how much they were pressuring me to answer? "Alright class I think that's enough" Luckily the teacher had saved me. 

As soon as the class was done I sped out the door, not wanting to be packed in the hallways. Suddenly I bumped into a group of girls. "I- uhm- sorry!" I managed to wriggle past them until one of them grabbed my wrist. "Hey! Aren't you that's weirdo from class?" "Uhm I guess you could say that's?" I wanted to get away badly but I couldn't. "Hey, what's this one your bag? Awwww so cringe!" She was looking at a little keychain plush on my bag. "Hey don't touch that's!" Woah new found confidence? Ok! I could roll with it. "Awww why not?" The girl said in a teasing tone. "JUST DONT TOUCH IT!" "Hmmm I think I'll touch it all I want!l" at this point people were crowding around us, eager for a fight.

"What if I just..." she trailed off as she ripped the plushie in half. "NO!" I threw myself at her. I started punching, kicking scratching her as much as I could. "IT WAS THE LAST THING MY MOM GAVE ME BEFORE SHE DIED!" I yelled at her. Everybody seemed to freeze. 

I could feel the teachers trying to restrain me from hitting that bitch girl, but I wriggled out of their grasp and continued punching her. She was crying sobbing. I could feel the blood on my hands. I maybe at worst had a broken nose. I didn't care. She had destroyed the one thing in life that meant something to me. 

Quick a/n-sorry I didn't tell you about this plush keychain before I just wanted a fight so here! Back to the story:

I was crying. It wasn't happy or sad tears. No, it was angry tears. Finally I felt someone stronger hold me back and yell Y/N! STOP! The voice sounded familiar so I looked up and saw Wilbur. "What the hell do you think your doing?" "Punching someone?" I really didn't know where all this confidence came from. Maybe my social anxiety had gone down!