A new friend || Ben Drowned X Reader

A New Start

You were lost in your thoughts when someone opened the door to your room.
"Y/N? What are you doing?" -Your mother asked, looking at the medical Aid kit next to you... Maybe she was looking at the fact you were sitting on the floor blushed, too.

"My ankle started to hurt again."-You said, grabbing the kit, "I wanted to see if I could treat it."

"Why are you on the floor then?"-She said raising an eyebrow.

"Because it hurted so bad I need to sit down."

"Mhm."-She muttered, rolling her eyes. "You are fine, it's all in your head. You also don't exercise, and always stay at that messy bed in this messy room..."

She kept going and going on how you were just not doing "enough" and that it was your fault that you twisted your ankle... If she only knew how you actually got it...
"... And you didn't even helped with the chores! I only ask you for one thing, one, and that's being responsible for once. Don't you know how much your father and I are sacrificing for you and your brother to live in this house? How late we arrive every day? There's children out there living in a box as a house and you don't even appreciate—"

"Why are you here so early?"-You interrupted her.

You mother gasped looked at you, a frown in her face. "Why are you interrupting me?"

"I'm sorry, but—"-You tried to say before she handed you some papers.

"... We were getting you and David enrolled for school, you need to get dressed. You will start this Monday."-She sighed.

"Next Monday? But, today's Friday!"-You yelled.

"Don't raise your voice at me. I don't know who raised you because it cannot be me..."

You stood in silence, looking at the papers. One of them was your schedule, and the other was a map of the school...

"Clean this mess."-Your mother said before leaving, closing the door just halfway.

"Ugh."-You rolled your eyes and closed the door. You kept reading your schedule, seeing the classes on it.

"Math... First period, room A06..."
Math? Come on... Your brain doesn't work until late at night, and now you have to think about polinomials and stuff at 7:00 am?
"Biology, second period... Room B12. Now this has to be some kind of joke..."
Really? Biology? You don't have that kind of energy in the morning, specially after math! Was this some kind of prank?
You put both sheets of paper on your desk and sat on your chair, you sighed.

You looked over to see your room, your bed sheets made into a ball, bandages rolling on the floor, clothes piled up on a mountain... You looked at it with disgust. Maybe your mother was right, you never put effort on anything, heck, you're not even dressing up! The only thing they ask is for you to help, and you just can't bother to take care of your own room...

You went straight to the closet, picked something "presentable" from the scarse clothes you had. Maybe fixing your hair would make you look like you had a good sleep schedule, which it did... Half way.

"WE'RE LEAVING!"-Someone downstairs yelled. You rushed to get down to see both of your parents in the car, as your brother opened the door to his seat.