{Colby's POV}
I awake to the ringing of my alarm clock screeching in my ears; I turn it off and lay in bed for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling, contemplating how badly today could turn out. Today is my first day of the year 12 and I'm not particularly thrilled, I've never been an outstanding student. Its not because I dislike school, its just that I'm not that good at it. This is also going to be my first year of sixth form which is going to fucking suck this I'm not good at school and I've heard from my older friends that its really hard. Why did my friends have to warn me that A levels are going to be a nightmare? I think to myself. I'd also rather be at home streaming with Toby. He doesn't enjoy school either, however its mainly because he is dyslexic and has trouble with reading and keeping up with the class. Toby is my neighbor and my best friend. He's teaching me how to play the piano, right now I'm working on scales, but I'm not sure if I'm really going to stay dedicated to the piano. Toby is the eldest in our friend circle in spite of being smaller than all of us except for me. He's around 5 '5, but I'm kind of short for my age being around 5' 3.
I climb out of bed and stumble aimlessly towards my bathroom. I look tiredly into the dirty mirror on my bathroom wall above the sink. I see my own empty eyes gazing back at me. I don't want to look at myself. I look at the dark bags under my eyes and I'm so pale and skinny that I look ill. Am I ill? I think to myself as I try to make sense of my cloudy and disoriented thoughts. I splash cold water on my face to try and wake myself up a bit before attempting to comb through my tangled hair. I don't bother brushing my teeth, they're going to be yellow anyway. I'm just trying to look presentable and I never smile with my teeth anyway and no one is going to smell my breath. I drag myself over to my wardrobe and just put on the first things I pull out. That ends up being a pair of dark blue jeans that probably haven't been washed in a while and a black and gray plaid sweater that looks like a grandpa would probably wear it. I put on my store brand black tennis shoes that are tattered from the 4 years I've owned them since I cant afford new shoes or converses.
I head down the stairs to see my parents and little sister, Fetta, eating breakfast. The smell of bacon packs my senses but I don't bother getting any. Instead, I just walk in the kitchen and say good morning to my family, "Morning guys." I mutter tiredly to my family. My mom is still slaving away over the hot stove to cook for my father who is already drinking his first beer for the day. "I'm going to walk to school today." I say to seemingly no one since none of my family acknowledges my words. Fetta takes the bus since she's not old enough to walk yet according to my parents who keep her so sheltered its almost harming her. She's going to be in year 8 this year and she's pretty excited as she's been telling me for the past month. It makes me so sad and yet so happy to see her growing up. I don't think my parents pay much attention to the fact that she's going to be 13 soon. I've always been the one who grew up with her. Teaching her to ride a bike and taking her to soccer practice. Aren't parents supposed to do that kind of thing? I decide to check the mail when I hear someone call my name, it's Toby.
'He approaches me and questions if I'm excited. I fib and reassure him that I am, simply because I don't want him to realize how anxious I was about starting year 12. We end up chatting for the entire walk to school. We say goodbye to one another when we arrive at the towering gates of the school. I'm used to these gates, but they still make me jittery every time I go to enter them, at least Toby is by my side though.
I didn't decide to talk to anyone that day because it was uninteresting. I just don't feel like it, so I sat at lunch and glanced at the clock until Toby sat down next to me. We talk and laugh and decide to stream together tonight, but then the bell rings and we realize we have our next class together after checking our schedules, "Toby! We have our next class together!" I say enthusiastically as I look over at my best friend. Enthusiasm isnt something I have very much anymore, but sometimes when it comes to Toby Ill just get a little burst of happiness and it feels a bit euphoric before it dies down again and I feel empty. Sometimes I feel like that about Fetta too, so I guess that means I must care about Toby a lot since I love Fetta more than anyone else in the world. Toby checks to see what class it is. "It's language arts." Toby says slightly less thrilled due to his struggle with reading, he still seems excited to have a class with me though. We decided to walk together to class. and the instructor, Mr. Caddel informed us where we should sit; I sat in the second row, and Toby immediately sat behind me. I was having a nice time until I noticed Andrew Madden entering the class. Andrew has been one of the most well-liked students in school. Apart from me, all the ladies, gents, and non-binary friends are crazy about him, and that's the reason he resents me. Once Andrew discovered that Toby and I had been messaging one other, he grabbed the phone from my hands. Mr. Caddel became enraged with both me and Andrew. When Andrew noticed who I was texting, he mockingly replied, "Toby, I think your boyfriend's in trouble." Then Mr. Caddel informed me, Andrew, and Toby that we would all be getting detention on Saturday.
So, this was the first chapter. I(Tad) started writing this in like 2020 and Aspen said I should edit it and upload it to the account. I have like three more chapters to edit and then I might continue making some from scratch. I'll probably do some POV changes and do some third person stuff and some stuff from Tubbo's POV. I'll also do Fetta's POV if I decide to do a side plot like I plan. Also, Fetta and Colby are named after cheese, that's like a reocurring thing on this account lol.
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FanficI try to update this every day at 5pm, but I'm a procrastinator. -Tad. (This one isn't really a crack fic and is just an actual fanfiction I wrote in like 2020 and have just decided to edit 3 years later) In which a boy named Colby with mental healt...