The Broken Thread (Tko x Male reader)

chapter 2

----------------------Next day-----------------------
(Y/n) pov)

I snapped out of my sleep sitting up in my new room... I got up grabbing my hoodie, my Grieving gravestones tshirt, my jeans, and my boots. I went to my bathroom to take a shower. I placed my stuff on the toilet lid.

"Okay (y/n) remember your rules-," I said to myself getting in my shower.

"-stay in the crowd, avoid as meny people as possible, do your work in class then come home do your homework and train until mother comes home and don't mess up your first day..."

I dried myself off slipping on my clothes before looking at myself through my mirror. I still look like shit. I dried my hair before brushing out the mess.

I brushed my teeth before stopping looking down at my arms. The results of punishments by mother...

This is stupid don't focus on it (y/n) just try your best so mother won't have to punish you. I shook off my feelings and finished brushing my teeth.

I pulled on my boots and walked downstairs grabbing my backpack and getting a piece of toast before walking out the door.

Okay at this street take a left go up the block cross the street then there you are.

The school was full and grey like many in this world. This place looks like a prison with the chain fences and teachers walking around.

I walked up the steps pushing open the door to a sea of kids. They seemed bright and happy like kindergartner after snack time. It was a struggle getting to the office.

Damn this school is so packed people probably mistake this place for a zoo.

I walked through the mess to the principal's office. I opened the door and walked in.

The office was very clean and bright like my mom's old office. The light burned my eyes. What the hell is with this chick and lightly?

The principal was very tall with light brown eyes, black curly hair pulled back into a messy bun. She was wearing a dark blue suit with a long shirt instead of pants

"Yes how may I help you," she asked turning around and sitting in her chair.

I stuffed my hands in my pockets and sat down in one of the small chairs. Of course this is a prison and this is the warden's office got it.

"Hi I'm (y/n) astelle the new student," I said, "and I was wondering if I could get my schedule and locker number."

She smiled, "oh of course I'm sorry I didn't recognize you I'm Principal Keen."

You couldn't recognized me. You knew I was coming! My face on my school record hasn't changed.

She typed some stuff in her computer. See bitch you got sources use them! The printer started but it looked like it just got turned on. We sat in silence for a bit.

"You know we haven't gotten any new students this year until you came along," she said, I shrugged.

Probably because your school is dull as hell. Plus the stampede you call students.

Shit I wouldn't be surprised if this place got condemned for health code violations.

The printer went off again before she grabbed the papers. She tapped the papers down on her desk and handed them to me.