Underground

Chapter One

Ik ik y'all HATE author notes BUT this will be the only one (if you are reading live, that's a lie. After the entire fic is over, this will be the only one, maybe a few psa ya know?)

what I want to say is, y/n's pronouns are they/them/theirs. Why? Because more than just girls read these types of fics and I wanted to help let EVERYONE enjoy this story without needing to edit the pronouns mentally in their head.

I did my best to think of EVERY and ALL races/religions/etc while writing this. Something like makeup and whatnot is mentioned here and there but it's not much so you can just ignore it if you want. (Like lipgloss, eyeliner, and maybe blush. Not much, I promise.) ik some religions don't allow makeup so definitely ignore it if you are in that type of religion! I just thought it, for the plot in most cases, it felt right to have it.

If you have any notes for me to edit on, please do kindly and I will do my best to edit with your help!

Ok, have fun with the story! 💗
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School has never been the most favorable thing for y/n. It's filled with people that always have something to say about everything and nothing. Not that everyone is like that, y/n knows this, but the majority is and it makes them squirmy. Not to mention, school itself isn't the easiest thing in the world.

Deadlines, getting up at 5 am to get ready for a 7 am class, speaking publicly, learning things you most definitely won't use in the real world, etc etc. Things like this make y/n, well, despise school and look forward to graduation.

Glaring at nothing but life and reality itself, y/n flops their hand around for their alarm on their phone and taps it, closing their eyes to fall back into a blissful sleep.

BEEEP BEEEP

Ugh. Those five minutes y/n indulges themselves in during the morning are most certainly not enough. Though, it definitely helps in the long run so they don't curse about it too much.

Dragging their body up, y/n glared at their phone before turning the alarm off for good, throwing their legs off the side of the bed and scrubbing their face gently. Standing after looking into the darkness of late fall for a good five minutes to - somewhat - become a person, y/n walks to the main bathroom down the hall from their room.

Switching the light on, y/n does their business and brushes their teeth. Humming a bit, y/n opens the mirror and takes the morning routine creams and oils out, quickly putting them on in the order they always do.

Tapping their cheeks once finished, y/n smiles a bit in the mirror.

"Eh. Not the worst sight in the entire world. At least I'm not Lex Luther."

Leaving, y/n stretches their arms across their chest to get a kink out and brings them back down to their side once satisfied. Right before they walk back into their room to change, y/n's Papa, Christopher, stops her.

"Peanut, do you have anything after school today? Your Dad and I want to take you out after school for your birthday."

It takes a second for their mind to catch up. "Oh today's my birthday! I completely forgot. Ya, sure, of course. I'm free all week actually after the part this weekend. Where were you guys thinking of taking me?" How y/n forgot their birthday is beyond them. They have, after all, been planning it all month.

Christopher cups the back of y/n's head after he gets close enough after fully leaving the master room and smiles down at them. "You'll just have to find out." After kissing their forehead, he rubs their noses together. "Go on, get dressed. I'm sure your dad already has a five course breakfast for us."