two doors down

why are they here

y/n pov
she looked up at me with a small smile. i smiled back going to take a seat. once the class settled in she stood up to i assume greet everyone.

"hello class, if you have not herd already i am your new english teacher miss olsen" she explains fiddling with her hands. "if you have any questions feel free to ask, but lets uh start the lesson" everyone could tell she was a fairly new teacher but everyone seemed to like her so far. 

the unit we were doing now is sherlock holmes and thats pretty interesting i suppose. as usual i wasn't paying much attention drawing in my book until a comprehension sheet was placed infront of me. 

i look up at lizzie er um miss olsen to see her looking at my drawing. it was an idea i was coming up with for the competition. 

"thats amazing" she says quietly tracing her finger over the drawing. 

"thanks" i said back a bit quieter as she moved on and i quickly filled out the sheet so i could go back to my idea. 

i pushed the paper to the corner of my desk and under my book as i tapped my pen against my book thinking of what it was missing in the drawing.  

i almost had it when there was a knock on the door. miss went to open it and it was some woman i faintly remember to be a office lady stood there a sticky note in her hand.

"can y/n y/l/n head up to student services her dad is here to pick her up" she said.

what. the. fuck. 

my father should be working. today isn't an anniversary or birthday or anything. this is so weird. i look over to miss olsen with an alarmed expression. she looks over and has a calm face. i get up packing my things and heading out of the building. 

"so y/n i know your wondering why i signed you out but i want you to meet some people and i just couldn't wait" my father explained as we were in the car on our way home. i nodded along before realising.

"who exactly"

"my new wife and her son" he says casually 

"WIFE" i shouted "WHEN DID YOU HAVE A WIFE" not the best idea while he's driving but still. 

"recently dear, they will be moving in". oh come on. 

i sit for the rest of the car ride. annoyed at this new change i completely forgot about my competition i needed him to sign for. 

when we did eventually get home another car was already waiting outside. it was a smaller old car white with stickers on the back. i really got the vibe of this woman instantly.

my father walked in first than myself and there they were. a blond chick with bad plastic surgery. and another little kid. he was probably 7. 

"oh my god you must be y/n ive herd alot about you im your new mother" (think mum from matilda combined with janice from friends) oh i dont like this. she comes over and pinches my cheeks before pulling me into a hug. 

"wont you two be great friends" my dad smiles looking over at us before turning to the child. "hey buddy how are you big guy" the kid runs into his arms and just like that boom i dont exist. 

i back out of the living room and down to my room. as soon as i can i kick of my shoes and flop down on my bed. 

i am not exited for this. 

time skip half an hour 

as usual i had written my dad a note and left the house with my art supplies. however this time i texted monica to see if she wanted to meet up. 

she agreed almost right away telling me to meet her at the bridge. it was a different bridge than my usual spot. much bigger but still quite empty most of the time. 

today was not that time

i sat down plopping my bag next to me waiting for monica who as usual was probably running late. 

"look who it is" i hear cindy jackson. yell from behind me. i internally smashed my head into the pole preparing myself for whatever she wants. i take a quick deep breath before twisting around looking the bitch in the eyes. 

"what do you want cindy" i rolled my eyes not getting up. 

"why did you get chosen for that stupid art competition. it should have been ME. im like the van gogh of our time" she boasts "at least thats what daddy tells me" she mumbled

"yeah you make me want to cut my ear off" i mumbled. that was a mistake. before i knew it i was being pulled up by my shirt leaning over the side of the bridge. 

what was this bitch trying to do. kill me?

a/n

not even 1 week into school and im exhausted