Unfortunate Fortunes |✧˖| [Michael Afton × GN Reader]

[0] Prologue

|Date: 6 · 16 · 72|

Wonderful.

That's the word Ms. Farrell spoke about today.

"Its a useful word. Maybe if I'm able to teach kindergarten, I'll tell you more about it." She smiled at us, before quickly turning around to clean off the board. Once she was done she sat at her desk, which was organized as usual. "You all go ahead and have fun to the playground." 

I walked behind the other kids as they ran for a while before stopping. Looking to see if my teacher was still sorting, I quickly took pieces of paper, a box of crayon and scissors. I sped across the glossy colored tiles and went outside, looking for the wooden bench and table I always sat at.

I walked past the giggling kids, taking a seat and looking around the area ahead of me. Before I looked back down, I noticed a kid behind one of the slides. I could barely see him, but I can tell he had brown hair. 

I grabbed my items, skipping across to the left corner where the boy was as I slowed into a walk. I was too focused into trying to talk to him that I didn't here or see the kids looking at me and whispering to each other about things. I finally stopped when I was in front of him, looking down as he was already doing the same. 

"Hello?" I spoke, sitting down. The boy's head shot up when I talked to him. I noticed he had a few freckles and sea blue eyes. 

"..Hi." He muttered, it was loud enough for me to hear. He looked around, hesitant to make eye contact. "What's your name?" I questioned, setting down the objects I had in my hand. 

"Michael.." He was a little louder than before, he seemed to be at ease. I hope. "Oooh, cool! I'm Y/N!" I giggled, looking at his weak smile flashing me. I felt one taking over my face, but it faltered once I saw a group of kids walk towards us. 

"Look, it's the loner hanging with the British boy. What are y'all doing? Having a tea party?" A blonde haired boy snickered, his green eyes tinted with evil intent. I didn't intend on saying anything. I couldn't do much, but he can't either. We're both four anyway. "Oh sorry, I forgot to bring your crumpets. Here, let me get them for you!" He grabbed two of my sheets of paper and crumpled it into a ball before throwing it at me and Michael.

"How about you take your paper balls and go play on the swings instead, you cowboy!" Michael hissed, getting up with a ball and throwing it back at the blonde boy as I looked to the side thinking of something to say. "And maybe get a lasso while your at it so you don't have to stick a grass into your mouth that's as dirty as you!" I yelled, still sitting down, but tensing up. 

The blondie looked at me with pity and malice as he crossed his arms and walked towards me. "Oh really? I don't know why your talkin' considering your as useless as the dust in the classroom's trash can." He cackled at me, the rest of his group laughing along with him. I felt tears start to sting my eyes as I watched Michael pick up the pair of scissors I had beside me and tackled the kid to the ground. 

A brunette girl with curly haired pigtails ran into the small school as I watched Michael's hand with the scissors go up and down. He got up after a while, holding the scissors. The blonde boy got up slowly after, sobbing as he held his head. "You ruined my hair!" Wailing, the kid ran into the school as the group followed. The amount of kids doubled as the rest of the class ran after him.

It was only me and Michael.

 "I.. Thanks.." I muttered silently, wiping away a couple tears. "No worries! Everything is okay because I got a friend!" Michael chirped, walking to hug me as he dropped the scissors. I gladly wrapped my hands around him as well for a couple seconds before we let go, smiling. I didn't even notice the crimson color dusting his cheeks.

"Michael Afton and Y/N L/N, I need you to come with me, please." Ms. Farrell hissed from the doorway, practically screaming at us. Obediently, I followed as Michael followed me. Her shiny shoes clicked against the tiles as we were led into a room with the social worker. We took a seat just as she hung up on the rotary phone. 

"I wanna talk about you, Michael, for cutting Daniel's hair. Y/N, I wanna talk to you about insulting him." The social worker spoke, folding both sides of her argyle sweater and crossing her arms. "He insulted me and Michael. It was an act of self defense. Who's to say I didn't cut his hair?" I gestured to Daniel in the corner, patches of his hair gone. 

"Are you taking the blame for yourself?" She shot, squinting as I jumped from her raised volume. I looked to the side. "He started it by making fun of his accent! There's nothing wrong with that?" I responded, looking at the door as I heard a pair of shoes walk towards the room. Soon, I saw my mother walk into the social worker's room. 

"Y/N, come here. We'll talk about this on the walk home. Fetch is getting impatient, you know how he is. Come along." She gestured me over. I got up from my chair and followed, not hearing the social worker calling me and my mom, but instead the fast footsteps running towards me.

"Wait!" I heard Michael's voice call out. " Here, come visit if you can!" He smiled, giving me a paper with his address on it. I looked at it in awe. He lives right across the road from me! "Come on, Y/N." I heard my mom cry out from the hall. 

I looked back at her, and fully turned to run to my guardian. "Bye Mikey!" I said, running outside to the schoolgates, looking at the black dog with a red collar, and a golden charm containing his name. "Fetch! Hi buddy!" I skipped toward the animal about the size of a beagle, his Amber eyes looked at me with adoration.

"So, wanna tell me what happened at school where you and your friend cut up someone's hair and insulted them at the age of four years old?" My mother snapped at me as Fetch's leash was in my hand. Looking through the window of the school, Michael blushed before turning to the social worker.

It had been a wonderful day.

And both of us knew that for sure

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[A/N: Well that was a chapter to write for sure. Ofc I'll be continuing this, and I plan to for a long time. I don't really have much to say, but I can say I did hide a reference that'll be here for a while, like I said. Maybe you could tell where it is, and you would get a... uh.. A cracker as a reward. You get your daily kiss, mwah, love y'all /pla]

-Ann✂