]+[ᴍɪ ᴀᴍᴀᴅᴏ] +[ [[Marisol X Fem!Reader]]

Chapter 1

             Y/N sighed, securing her chin with her hand. The boredom within her scoured and burrowed before finally making itself home. As her teacher continue rambling about her family in Scotland, despite it being Science, Y/N shifted through the thousands of memories in her notebook, until a certain page fell out. 

A letter. 

Y/N blinked. Suddenly, Mrs.Chime suddenly began talking about atoms. Y/N flinched, before tucking her silky black hair behind her ear, started scrambling down notes from the sudden lecture in panic. A bell rang. 

Freedom. 

She let out a sigh of relief before setting her pencil down and struggled to pick all her books up. Everywhere around her, clamps and of boots and sneakers stomped on the floor as students fought to get out of the depressed hole. 

She winced as several students stepped onto her feet in carelessness, before following the remaining classmates out through the doorway. 

 She let out a gentle smile at Mrs.Chime as she waved in farewell, before setting out into the hallway. Everyone deserves kindness. 

Y/N speed-walked off to her locker, [Speedrunning Music Insert] before flinging the locker open and setting her science textbooks into her decaying backpack. Y/N smiled. Somehow she convinced her father to not throw it away, despite how weared down it was. She looked at the bag, how it held so many memories dear, and, despite how much she loved it, many more grudges. 

A big patch of dampness that signified when she first met Grace, the stinging ketchup spilling all over her backpack. When she got home, she remembered how her father thought it was blood and panicked.  She grinned stupidly, before before grabbing her history books and stumbling towards her most beloved room, Mr.Iglesias's.

 She flung the door open, the poor thing banging across the walk in a giant thunk. Y/N scratched the back of her neck, chuckling sheepishly. ' ' Sorry. ' ' She snickered. ' ' Y/N! ' ' Mr.Iglesias grinned, before quickly making his way there to protect her from the rest of the gang. Despite his efforts however, she was soon engulfed in greetings. 

' ' Heyo! ' ' Grace raised her hand, and Y/N smacked it viciously . ' ' Ow. ' ' /N flinched, taking her hand and spewing out apologies. ' ' BIG (First Letter Of Name)! ' ' Y/N included a fist bump, another high five, and a hand shake? 

She looked up in confusion, before seeing Lorenzo, and raising her brow. ' ' W-Well they say fist bumps and high fives are alien language! ' ' Lorenzo  raised his hands in defense, a drop of sweat glistening on the top of his forehead. Y/N laughed softly and nodded. Everyone deserves kindness.

 ' ' Girl, where have you been this past week? ' ' Grace squinted, suspicion clear in her eyes. ' ' Father decided that I had to go to camp for a week, despite it being in the middle of January. ' ' Y/N grinned. 

' ' Dear Lord! ' ' She shook her head, her glasses loosely falling from her nose.  Walking back to her seat, Y/N then spotted a certain girl, holding up a hand and chuckling nervously.

 ' ' Marisol! ' ' Y/N rushed over. Of course I forgot. Y/N swept her off her feet and pulled her in gently for a hug. ' ' Sorry! ' ' Y/N then set her down, softly looking at her.

 Pure beauty. 

However, something changed. Her hands had somehow roughened, every crevice and line now slightly rougher in appearance.  She gasped. She quickly threw her books....that were somehow caught by Grace.

 Oof. 

She inspected the hand, ignoring the whines and complaints bursting out of Grace, and slowly rubbed her hand on it. ' ' Marisol! ' ' Y/N repeated, this time with more frustration. ' ' I told you to be more gentle! ' '

 Y/N huffed childishly, crossing her arms across her chesst crossly. ' ' Heh. Sorry. ' ' Marisol silently hid her hand, looking down.  Y/N's eyes softened as she looked at her, before taking  Marisols hands, her eyes stern but gentle when she looked up. 

' ' Y/N, you can beat up Marisol later, right now she needs her body to pay. Atten. Tion. ' ' Mr.Iglesias slammed his fist on his table, putting on his ' ' That's Right ' ' face. ' ' ¡Ahora vamos! ' ' He yelled, his classic Overprotective Mexican Mom voice ringing throughout the class as Mikey and Walt quietly chuckled.   Y/N grunted in defeat, before sitting down beside GlaringGrace and slowly opened her notebook into a new blank page. ' ' ¡Ahora vamos! ' ' 

A new blank page. A new fresh oppurtunity.

A/N Im sorry I suck.