The Scars That Never Heal (Clementine x Male Reader)

Prologue Part 1: Playground Troubles

First day of second grade. You stand a good distance away from the front doors. You sigh and look down. Even as an eight year old, you never liked going to school. Mostly because of the problems you have concentrating on your learning. Focusing on something you don't want to as a kid is a lot harder than it seems. Kids are full of energy and that goes double for you. The teachers never liked you because of the problems they'd have to deal with.

You take a breath and look up to the school and push all of your negative thoughts aside. You see a short-bus pull up and some kid with short hair runs out as soon as he could

Boy: Yay! School's back! I can learn, woohoo!

You watch the kid run into the school, leaving you with an odd look on your face. You shake it off and re-adjust your backpack straps and head inside. You see a lot of kids inside, especially alot of older and bigger ones. You feel a little anxious and keep your head down. You weren't scared or anything like that. You'd been in a few schoolyard fights in the past, even though you might've provoked it yourself, but we don't talk about that. It's a complicated story with you but to you, your actions were justified for some apparent reason. It was probably one of your cartoons you've been watching that made you feel that way and took a message to heart wrong. Living like Larry was probably what you thought you were doing.

...

You were sitting in the classroom with the rest of the second graders listening to the teacher read The Lorax. As you would've guessed, you weren't listening to anything. Just you staring out the window. You start thinking to yourself, trying not to move so much, but you're getting antsy.

"When can I leave? I can't take this shit any longer." You think to yourself. "Man, what time is it?" You look at the clock and you sigh. It reads 10:49. "Figures... I won't be able to go untill 3 PM. I should probably ask to go to the bathroom or so-"

Teacher: Y/N!

You snap out of your thoughts

You: Huh-, I mean.. ma'am?

Teacher: What did the once-ler want in return for information about the Lorax?

You start thinking.

You: I.. Um.. Five dollars!

The teacher gives you a look of annoyance and shakes her head. Before she can say anything to you, the kid from the short bus yells out.

Boy: Oh! I know, I know! Pick me!

The teacher nods his head him and smiles.

"Wow, I guess raising your hand is not a forced thing anymore." You thought.

Boy: It was 15 cents! And a nail... And a shell of a great-great-great grandfather shell.

Teacher: That is correct. Good job, Duck.

Duck: Yes!

You put on an annoyed face and look down, shaking your head.

"Who the heck wrote this shit?"

...

You were sitting at the school's playground on the swing. It was a small swingset with only two swings, but you were alone. You look down at the dirt and dig your shoes in it. You keep digging your feet into the ground until you see another pair a feet walk up facing you. You look up and raise your eyebrow. It was that kid, Duck.

Duck: Hey your name is Y/N, right?

You: Uh yeah?

Duck: I was just wondering... If I can swing next to you? The other kids won't let me swing on the other ones.