A guide to not fit in

how it started

Tw: mentions of child abuse, and xgaster just being a shit parent in general
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I come into consciousness with an annoying sound buzzing in my ear, I grown, 'alarm' I think to myself, another day another migraine, and this migraine will be even worse. Why? Because me and my dad are MOVING!! yay. We already had everything packed up but now I'm going to go from the weird kid everyone stays away from to the NEW weird kid everyone stays away from, amazing character development I know. I get up from bed with about as much motivation as you think I would, and shovel out of my room, to go downstairs and get something to eat.

I slowly make my way to the kitchen, and see something... odd, my 'dad' it awake at this time which is already too weird for this early in the morning, but he's making... Breakfast???? 'did I wake up in the wrong universe?' I silently think to myself, however in doing so I walk right into the table, making myself known... Five Head move of the century, cross.

"Ah, your finally awake, I was afraid I would have to go up there and get you myself." He says with a catastatic smile. Ok yeah definitely wrong universe, "Yeah... was, just, uh.. tired, from last night." I say, making sure to not make eye contact. "Oh, yes, last night.." his smile dropping, "I would hope nothing like that will happen again." His tone darkening as he goes on. I shudder to myself, as I remember what had happened "Yes sir." I say almost robotically.

"Amazing!" His tone gone and smile back "I was afraid that attitude would stay, but I'm glad my worries were all for not." He motions me to get closer with a tilt of the head, hesitantly I do. "So... What's with the breakfast? New year new you, type deal?" I say with a fourst light hearted smile, and joke. Surprisingly he laughed, "No, no, I was just I little worried I went a bit overboard, especially with your face and all, I thought it to be best to'make it up' to you, with breakfast." He says handing me a plate of surprisingly well made eggs, bacon, and... CHOCOLATE CHIP PANCAKES!?! Oh Lord.

I try my best to contain my excitement, which I think I did quite well (he did not), and quickly sit down my father not far behind me. "So" be begins as we sit down, "what do you think of this move? Going to a new school, making new friends, and getting to know everybody must be scary" he says the last word with so much sarcasm it almost wraps back round to being sencer, almost. I hearryingly swallow and pretend to think hard about it "ehh I think I'll be fine, just gadda hope I don't get mugged for everything my first day." I say with hints of a joking sarcasm. He laughs again 'seriously what is up with him?', "Yes that would be quite bad, wouldn't it? Let's just hope whoever it is doesn't have a knife." Responding with a quip of his own.

I let out a laugh at the sudden joke, and we continue eating. After a few minutes of a surprisingly conferrable (?) Silence he gets up and slides the rest of his plate to me "here I can't finish, and besides you're going to need it." The atmosphere getting very dark, very fast. As he leaves I both wonder, and shudder at what he meant by that.

A few minutes pass and I Finnish both plates, call me weak but I just CAN'T pass up choco chip pancakes, and the day I do, run because that is not me that is someone's bad attempt at an impersonation of me. I throw both paper plates in the trash and head back up to my room to change out of my PJs and into a proper outfit for the day. And I get it, you're probably wondering 'Cross what happened yesterday???' well yesterday I dyed the underside of my hair red, without my dad's permission or knowledge... And, it was not good when he found out. I quickly snap out of my transe and memories of yesterday, and pick up my outfit for... Until, I die, I guess. I throw off my shirt and replace it with a black turtleneck and banana, after that I put on dark purple near black pants, and my slightly oversized white shoes, we were leaving today after all, I nearly leave my room but the felling of something missing was too strong to ignore, I take one good look back, and go over and pick up and put on my favorite white jacket, the one with the equally as white fur on the hood. And finally with the feeling of missing gone, I head out the door with barley enough time to hear my father shouting at me that it was finally time to go...
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Alr ch1 fr, I how this isn't too short and I hope you guys like it so far I will go deeper so tw will be the first thing you will see