Her dad was a drunk, he left the house a mess every single night as she spent hers cleaning up after him, thankfully, sometimes he made breakfast for you leaving it unattented for you to wake up to, occasionally, he wasn't so bad. On the other hand, he could get really bad, transforming into an evil, abusive peice of shit. Depended on his mood.
Y/N had a few friends, there were: Gwendolyn Blake, Finney Blake, Bruce Yamada, Billy Showalter, Robin Arellano and Donna. You were closest with Gwen though, she was slightly younger. Many people did want to be friends with you though, thankfully you picked out the real ones. Who didn't use you to protect them. If one thing was known about Y/n, she would do anything to defend her friends, wether its carving her name into some bullies arm or getting sent to hospital for not giving up a fight. She was basically the female version of Vance Hopper, although she didn't know or care who he was. Stay out of her path or you are eternally fucked. A rebel, a teenage dirtbag, mental, fucking gorgeous, however she was described, she lived on being feared.
Stumbling around the kitchen and cleaning your dish after breakfast, you looked at the clock on the wall realising that if you didn't leave now you would be late. '𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒕' thinking to yourself, you rushed towards your bedroom, grabbing your backpack, skateboard, and walkman. Quickly brushing your hair and flicking your curtain bangs out. Applying your glossy, rasberry lipgloss and rushing out of your bedroom door. Sprinting towards the front door you locked up and raced down the street on your skateboard.
You noticed a small group of kids circled around a smaller child who was sat on the floor sobbing. You didn't like seeing this shit because you knew that once upon a time that kid was 𝒚𝒐𝒖.
