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Dear Mom, Fuck you ❤️

context: You're Y/N, a budding bright 15 year old. this fanfic is set in first person, the year is around the early 70s. i have decided not to put an exact year.

I chucked my bag on my bed and slumped against my wall. my stupid mother doesn't understand me she never will it's so hard being 15 but at least i have my record player. WHERE IS MY RECORD PLAYER? did my mum take it? nonono. this can't be happening.

all of my records were still in the same position, my Buffalo springfield record leant against the others in the box. the box was where my record player should've been.

"MUM"

"don't you dare shout at me y/n. we need to talk"

i wipe my teary eyes and kiss my poster of Neil young, i miss hearing his beautiful voice. I get up to talk to my mum. This could never end good.

"Y/N DONT YOU UNDERSTAND HOW PATHETIC YOU ARE FOR NOT STUDYING FOR THE EXAM. WE REALLY NEEDED YOUR SMARTS IN THIS FAMILY"

I don't respond, i try to think about something that makes me happy, like the Byrds.

"Y/N i need you to understand that me and your father have made a decision"

"what is it?" is all i could mutter out. i felt sick.

"we've decided we can't have you in this house anymore. your new parents will be coming to pick you up in an hour"

i could not believe it. you can't be serious? what happens if my new parents don't have a record player? what happens if they don't like the same music as me? this is the worst thing that could've happened. i hate my life.

Y/N packs their bag, mainly their records and some of their clothes zipping it into a suitcase whilst humming a song when there's a sharp knock at the door

I am scared. i'll miss my mother. this could be an experience, maybe they'll be nice.

"Y/N THERE IS SOMEONE YOU NEED TO MEET."

A tall long brown haired man stood in my doorway, his hair sparkled oddly in the light and he smelt really funny. with him we're three other men. a blonde one, small, weird looking. a man slightly taller with a moustache and another taller man who was quite handsome.

I instantly knew.