The sun peaked through the curtains, enveloping your tiny room with a yellow light disturbing your honestly, much needed, sleep but what could you do about it?
Sighing, you quickly checked your timer that sat rather unneatly on the farthest side of your desk - god you'd have to clean up this room after school.
..shit, SCHOOL ; you rose from your bed rapidly, gathering your clothes you'd set out the other day before practically falling into your bed and blacking out. Quickly washing your face in the bathroom opposite your bedroom and brushing your teeth, and pulling on your clothes, you couldn't help but staring in the mirror at your dishevelled appearance - ruffling your hair a bit to make it look even just a bit presentable and then basically hopping down the stairs to be greeted with the burning stench of alcohol.
Mom again.
"holy shit mom, this again? we moved for a fucking reason and you've already started on your bloody beer again i mean what- what the hell?!" you ranted
to no one in particular , realisation dawning upon you only when you heard the heavy snores from the couch. " she's only better when she wants to be" you muttered to yourself as you closed the door behind you - now it was time to go to this hellhole of a new school. Maybe you could make new friends , that was one of the first on the list you guessed.
YOU ARE READING
𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 - vance hopper x reader
Romance"HEY, I WASNT DONE WITH THE GAME!" you yelled "shut it 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 , you were about to beat my score." - a story in which the grabber doesn't exist , but everyone else does.
