🅜oving schools kinda sucks. Especially when you have to deal with your parents constantly expressing how disappointed in you they are.
You see, when Y/N L/N finished middle school, she'd been offered a scholarship with Fukurodani private academy. She did her first year there, and made some pretty close friends. Unfortunately, her grades slipped from A pluses to As, from a hundred percent to ninety-five. And to attend a school like Fukurodani, especially on a scholarship, she just wasn't cutting it.
She still kept her friends phone numbers, and texted or facetimed them on weekends, but... that didn't make anything easier.
She sighed and slipped on her brand new, tan-brown blazer. She stood in front of her mirror, and fumbled with the dark, scarlet bow that sat, tucked beneath her shirt collar. "This shade of brown really isn't my colour,-" she thought to herself, "-I looked better in grey..."
She glanced longingly at her old uniform, that was folded and placed on a shelf, pitifully. It was cold this time of year, and Y/N wanted nothing more than to throw on her old, powder-blue sweater and catch the dirty, public bus to her shiny, private school. But she couldn't do that anymore.
Now, she didn't have a sweater, and she walked to school. The local school, that she would've attended if she'd never received that scholarship.
