Sweet influence

Chapter 1: Zachary Astor

This is a story of a sweet girl named Maybellen. And it all starts with a boy name Zachary.

~𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉ℯ𝓇 1~ "𝒵𝒶𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝒜𝓈𝓉ℴ𝓇"

✿𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧✿

Despite being snug in my fluffy, "comfortable" queen-size bed, I groan as the exotic birds chirp loudly from my window. As I shivered, I shifted around my bed and slowly blinked until I fully woke up. A bright sun shone directly on my face as I rolled over in bed by my window in the early morning light. I stretched my legs and shivered.

The sound of my dad throwing objects outside my room as I sat on my bed, I already knew what was going to happen. It was probably the loud noise of pounding and banging that woke me up so horribly.

When I heard my mother screaming and the glass shattering, I sighed. I wished my father had stayed sober. I bounced my head on my bed, but accidentally hit my head on the bed frame making me moan in pain.

I can already tell this day is going to be a disaster.

As I walked out of my room slowly, trying not to draw attention to myself, I still felt guilty for what I had done.

"Get me some more around the fucking corner Priscilla!" My father hollers at my mother as I hear a bottle clank on the floor.

"I'm sick of this Arthur. I cannot keep doing this all the time!" My mother yelled as her voice trembled.

I hear pills dropping on the floor as my mother screams after they fall.

Calm down Maybellen.

I hurried to school while eating a bagel to avoid issues with my parents because they already put me in an unhappy mood.

This will all end eventually.

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I sat in my English class, had proper posture, and wrote notes with my adorable Hello Kitty pen.

It's so adorable. It has glitter and the ink color is purple, obviously. Purple is my favorite color, and purple means royalty, and I'm royalty so it's just the right match for us both.

"My apologies for the interruption, Maybellen; please report to the main office." I heard on the intercom.

I choked on my saliva as I heard my name there. Everyone stared at me while my teacher was teaching and I looked at the ground.

As I moved, I fidgeted with my hands. My drunk dad, my drugged mother, or I could be the culprit.

I slowly walked to the main office and saw Benjamin, the principal, and oh my goodness, I gasped quietly to myself.

There was this tall, dark brown-haired guy with a short, fluffy, curly hairstyle. He wore a light brown shirt with a button-down collar and a gold watch. His eyes were dark blue, filled with emptiness. There was a tiny scar on his cheek and a snake tattoo on his neck.

"Hello," the principal smiled.

With a firm grasp on my blue dress, I took a deep breath and stood confidently.

"I apologize. What did you call me about?"

"As you can see on my left, this is Zachary. He is new here. I would like you to show him around and tutor him. This is because his previous grades in his previous classes weren't that good. Zachary has struggled in his classes, so having someone to help him with his studies and provide guidance would be beneficial. This way, he can get a better understanding of the material and improve his grades." My principal told me.