"I'm so fucked." "Oh, come on, Y/n, it's not that bad!" Mari, Y/n's best friend told them. Y/n shook their head and stared down at their report card. "If it makes you feel better, I got a D- in history" Mari tried to make Y/n feel better.
Y/n stared at Andy with the most "I am fucked" face ever. "Just wait till my mom hears about this" Y/n mumbled, burying their face in their hands.
"Remember, if she tries anything funny you can always come stay with me" Mari told them, putting a hand on their shoulder. "Yeah, I know I can always go over to your place, but I think it'll be okay. I'm just going to keep quiet. She might've forgotten about my report card."
Mari nodded and gave Y/n a slanted smile. Mari's phone started to ring and he quickly answered it, "Hello?" he answered the call.
Y/n studied Mari's face as he stared off in the distance and listened to his mom. "Okay...Yeah...Oh, yeah we did...Okay...Lovey you too bye." Mari hung up and looked back at Y/n, "I have to go. You going to be okay alone?" Mari asked Y/n.
"Yeah, I'll be alright" Y/n replied. Mari stood up from Y/n's bed and glanced at them one last time before walking out of the room.
Y/n laid down on their bed and sighed. They stared at the ceiling and tried so hard to not let tears leave their eyes. How could they not? They were so scared. Their mom is a different type of mammal. She used to be such an amazing mom.
So, what happened? Is alcohol just a menace to society? I mean, Y/n knows Mari sometimes drinks. But he usually just laughs a lot when he has a bit more to drink. So why does their mom act the way she does when she gets tipsy? They succeeded in not crying and instead fell asleep.
TIME SKIP
"Y/n! Get down here!" Cynthia, their mother, shouted for them. Y/n sucked in their breath and walked downstairs. "What's up, mom?" Y/n asked.
"Come here, please." Cynthia's voice was calm and somewhat soothing. She had a cigarette between her fingers and her pointer finger was slowly tapping the cigarette lightly.
Y/n slowly walked up in front of their mother. Cynthia stood up from her chair and threw her hand up above her head, making Y/n flinch. Cynthia snickered and walked away to the kitchen. "Pack your bags" she directed. "What?"
Cynthia glared at her kid, "Are you deaf or just plain stupid? Pack. Now!" Each word got louder and louder.
Y/n's hands shook while they packed. Where were am I going? What's going on? Is she scaring me because of my report card?! Y/n tried to think about all the different reasons why they could be packing.
They looked behind themself to see their mom leaning in their doorway. A whisky bottle in her hand, like usual.
Y/n slowly turned back to their bag and kept shoving whatever they thought was valuable in it. After spending 5 minuets debating whether or not to bring a flashlight, they zipped up their suitcase and slowly turned back to their mom awaiting more instructions.
They expected their mom to burst out laughing and shout about this being all just a big joke. Or worse tell them to get out of the house.
"Okay, come on. To the car" Cynthia instructed. Y/n held their bag for dear life as they followed Cynthia to the garage and then the car. They got in and didn't say a single word during the car ride.
"Did the school email you or something?" Y/n asked, trying to get a grasp on what this was all about. "No. What should they have emailed me about?" Cynthia asked. "Nothing." Y/n immediately shut up, in fear of getting hit or screamed at or both.
Y/n stared out the window and tried to distract themself. The car came to a complete stop when they got to a airport. A plane? Is she finally shipping me away?
"Mom. What's going on?" Y/n finally asked the million-dollar question. Their mom turned to them. "I'm doing this for you. Before you get put in a terrible foster home" Cynthia told them. Y/n was taken aback a little bit.
Her mom did have her moments of realization through the constant state of cloudiness her head was in but, not like this. Usually, her mom would break down in tears and repeatedly tell Y/n that she's sorry.
"I'm doing this for you" she whispered, tears brimming in her eyes. "Mom. Answer my question" Y/n didn't get emotional. They didn't know what to do. Should they get emotional like how they're mom is getting?
"I'm giving you to a very nice man, or well...men" Cynthia told her kid. "What?!" Y/n's heart dropped. What was she saying?!
Y/n had a life! Had friends, interests, nice teachers. They couldn't just disappear! "Is this a joke? It's your funniest one yet" Y/n said with a confused wide smile on their face, tears forming in the corner of their eyes.
Cynthia didn't reply.
"Mom? Please, I promise I'm a good kid! I'm doing my best in the conditions I'm in! That we are in!" Y/n immediately started to try and convince their mom that they're okay with the living conditions they're living in.
"Mom, I know my report card was god awful this time around I -" "You got your report card back?" Cynthia asked. "Yes! I got an A in English like always but flunked in all my other classes-" "Maybe that's the reason I'll come up with. The reason why you aren't living with me anymore" Y/n's mom kept cutting Y/n off.
Y/n just stared at their mom with tears running down their cheeks. "Go." Y/n stared at their mom as if they didn't hear the command.
"I said go!" Cynthia screamed violently. The loud scream mad Y/n jump. Y/n didn't try to fight anymore. They only said, "Yes ma'am" and got out of the car.
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Fanfiction[GENDER NEUTRAL PRONOUNS] Y/n is a normal person. They have an average life. Nothing was really unnormal in their life...except for their alcoholic mom who would do anything for another sip of beer. Their mom isn't completely heartless though. She d...
