Strawberry Blond

✨[INTERMISSION I: (Y/N) (L/N), the Side Character (Part 2)]✨

[Curtains open]

(Y/N) slowly stands up from her position in the last scene.

[Enter] (G/m/n) and (A/n).

"I'm home..." (Y/N) sniffled as she took off her shoes. The whites of her eyes were red from furiously wiping tears.

"(Y/N) (L/N)!"

She winced at the sound of her aunt yelling her full name.

God, I really don't want to deal with this right now...

(A/n) stood firmly in front of her, enraged and infuriated, "Do you know what you have done?"

(Y/N) didn't answer as (A/n) continued on with her scolding. (Y/N) couldn't help the singular tear that fell from her eye.

"(A/n)."

Her aunt turned to look over her shoulder. (G/m/n) stood behind her with her arms crossed over her chest.

"(Y/N), go to your room," (G/m/n) firmly instructed.

(Y/N) didn't waste a moment to readjust her school bag over her shoulder and run up the stairs.

(G/m/n) turned to (A/n), "You need to work on dealing with teenagers better."

"Mom, I genuinely don't know how you raised six kids..." (A/n) frowned, "I can barely even be a proper guardian for her."

(G/m/n)'s gaze softened, "Most of the time, teens just want to be heard without being villainized. Yelling at her will only make her feel worse, and with the way she is, she's most likely going to argue."

The old lady climbs the stairs to the lead role's door. After a small knock and no answer, she gently opens the door.

(Y/N)'s face is buried into her pillow. Meanwhile, (G/m/n) sits down at the edge of her bed.

(Y/N) slightly lifts her head to see who it was. Her nose was stuffy with mucus slightly dripping from a nostril and her eyes were still red from crying, "Grandma...?"

"Hey, (nickname)..." The old lady gives her a soft smile.

(Y/N) tries to sit up. The girl's (e/c) began to water more, even though she had tried to bite back her tears.

(G/m/n) is taken aback when (Y/N)'s head falls harshly into her lap.

"Grandma, I'm so tired..." I sobbed. I cried and I cried as she cooed, "I know... I know" while patting my head.

Principal Gakuho had taken away any of my remaining fighting spirit.

...

I miss mom and dad.

(G/m/n) and (A/n) exit.

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(A/n) and I had a small talk about things, but it wasn't too deep. I was able to explain that I had been disciplined enough, and she decided not to pry any longer.

The time between then and the new school year went by pretty fast. With that came my first day of being an E Class student. I decided to leave early so that I didn't have to deal with the stares from the main building students.