𝐌𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 :: 𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴

𝘰𝘯𝘦.

𝘺/𝘯

my alarm clock goes off as a sign today is the start of hell, my start of freshmen year. i sit up with a horrible stench going up my nose, cynthia, my stepmom was cooking again. i put on my robe along with my pink slippers before heading downstairs, now i was never a fan of my stepmom, she just gives off the wrongs and that my dad needs to get better at finding women.

"good morning, y/n!" she smiled, i gave her a death stare. "your dad will be working late again and so will i, until 11 o'clock the house is all yours."

"oh gee! have i never been this happy before?" i sarcastically replied with my eyes rolling.

cynthia frowned before putting back the last dish into the cabinet, i mocked her expression before grabbing an apple and heading upstairs. there i brushed my teeth and fixed up my hair which was a knotty mess, curling the last bits to my brunette locks, walking out of the bathroom feeling a bit ugly on the inside but it's what's on the outside that matters.

i then opened my closet to pick out a white blouse, pink plaid skirt along with a pink fuzzy sweater to go over it, added my white laced socks inside my mary janes. fixed the sleeves that went around my neck before grabbing my books and running out the door. the skies were grey-ish with white clouds smothering the sky, i haven't seen the sun in days but it's only early-september and i shouldn't complain.

school was around the corner when i spotted my friends; marcia and cherry sitting on a park bench just gossiping in each other's ears, they're juniors but they prefer hanging out with me because well, i don't actually know but my dad loves them. i smiled while standing in front of them, they stood up and got to both of my sides, we walked together into the building but later departed into separate hallways where i'm left alone with what was once an 8th grade reality.

english was placed at the top of my schedule, the worst subject to ever exist since 1964. i sat in a random seat as class has just begun, socs in front leaving me in the middle because of how much i hated being called on from the front, the seat behind me gave me chills when i smelled the scent of grease and cheap cologne. my head turned to see my former best friend, ponyboy curtis writing down the date to today; september 4, 1965.

"settle down class, i know it's just a wednesday but friday can wait." my teacher, mrs. bridgers smiled.

"hey butterfingers, your girlfriend is sitting in front of you." my classmate, mark, smirked at ponyboy.

"ooooo, ponyboy and y/n sitting in a tree..." chloe started.

"k-i-s-s-i-n-g." the socs sang, i rolled my eyes.

"oh real mature guys, real mature." i scoffed.

"that's enough students, you can bring out the horseplay and practical jokes after school." mrs. bridgers noted. "for now i want you letter to me done, just a few things about you and what you're into, 9:25 we will be dismissed."

i ripped out a piece of paper from my notebook and began writing until two fingers tapped twice on my shoulder, i turned around in annoyance to face ponyboy giving me a worried look. my hands kept gesturing him to blurt out the words and get it over with but he remained silent, i've practically lost my patience with this dude but it's not like me to just tell him to do whatever i say.

"are you going to say anything?!" i snapped, the whole class looked at us.

"miss may, is there a problem here?" mrs. bridgers asks.

"no, there isn't." i gave ponyboy a cold stare before returning to my paper.

the bell finally rang and i gathered up my books to where i'd later stuff them all in my locker, i closed the locker door to see dallas winston leaning against the locker next to me. dallas winston was of course a no-good hood, he had a long history of robbing stores and more that i can't even state.

"winston." i huffed.

"well if it isn't y/n, h-how come i don't see you around by the curtis' anymore? something going on between you and pony?" he smirked.

"dally, we've went over this a million times, i don't want to associate myself with ponyboy anymore." i walked away, of course he had to follow me.

"that doesn't mean you have to stop hanging out with the rest of the gang." dally argued.

"look, i've gotta get to my next class, i'll see you around." i said before running off.