You were jolted awake by your alarm clock. You were having a perfect, peaceful dream for it to be ruined. You slide the blanket off, hopping off of your bed with a sigh. You glance over to your dresser, opening it up and grabbing your clothes.
You walk down the hall to the bathroom, locking the door. You turn the knob and the water starts to run. You wait patiently for it to heat up to your liking. You put the stopper in, carefully stripping of your pajamas. You glide your hand over a few scars on your thigh, wincing and stepping into the tub.
After you get out of the bath, you grab a towel to dry off, going to your room to get dressed. You smooth down the fabric of your shirt, trying to clear off at least a few wrinkles. Grabbing your crossbody bag, you put it around your shoulder and slide on your shoes. You begin to head out for school.
Once you reach the school, you groan in pain as you had to walk there, and it feels like your legs are jello. "F*ck.." You mumble, remembering you forgot to do your hair. You slightly shrug to yourself, walking into the entrance. You walk down the halls for a bit, not even knowing where to go. You head to the History class, assuming it was your class. Surprisingly, it was.
"You must be the new student?" The teacher asks. "Uh, yes. I'm-" You try and say before getting cut off. "Yeah, yeah, just hurry up. I'm done with you little shits." You give the teacher a quick "fr?" Look and walk to the front of the class. "Hi, I'm Y/N, I just moved from (hometown) and.." Your anxiety kicks in, and you realize that everyone is looking at you. You begin to shake, taking deep breathes. "And I obviously am done with socializing.." you mumble.
"Take a seat by Dee." The teacher states. Dee raises his hand, and you take your seat by him. He has long, curly blond hair that is pulled up into a ponytail. He has on a rock band t shirt, and a grey jacket with black gloves and jeans. He is very appealing to the eye, at least in your opinion. He glances at you and you smile. He just looks away, unamused.
You look down, grabbing a pen and starting to continuously click on it. You see it as a coping mechanism, it helps with anxiety to fiddle with things. "Can you stop?" Dee asks quietly, sounding visibly annoyed. "Sorry.." you put the pen back into your bag in shame. You feel your face heat up with embarrassment, and your hands get sweaty. You put your hands into your lap, messing with your nails, biting and picking at them.
You feel as if everyone is staring at you, and they seem entertained by your embarrassment. You bounce your leg, getting even more nervous if that's even possible. You hear the bell ring, sighing in obvious relief. You pack up your things and follow the class out for break period.
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