𝓟𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓸𝓶 𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻 [FEM!READER]

⌗﹗﹐➜Chapter 1

"𝙃𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨"

"Okay, now that introductions are done," Mr. Thomas started speaking again, the projector opening and presenting the words "semester-long GROUP project"

"Let's talk about the semester-long group project! Today you'll be choosing your group partners for the project and each group should consist of seven people each." As Mr. Thomas spoke, somehow, I felt like a certain blonde-haired boy just eerily look at me with the most terrifying smile anyone has ever seen in their life.


"Oh, and no one will be allowed to work alone" Mr. Thomas added, At least I don't plan on working alone... not only are presentations hard to do alone, but I also hate presenting in front of a class, I doubt anyone would listen most of the time people are too busy chatting up a whole news segment with their friend... After Mr. Thomas said that I felt a whole chill go down my spine, looking back at whoever it was, I saw the familiar blonde hair and red eyes and that damn insane looking ass smile "Heyyy~ Wanna join my group?" He said, and the one thing in my mind at the moment was 'do I even have a choice...??'


"mm...Sure" I replied with a simple and quick nod. "The rest of the class will be about the project, so go ahead and sit wherever you want with your group for today." After hearing that, we all just started moving our chairs into a circle, no one really talked, we all just quietly sat there, though over time, I started seeing things from the corner of my eyes, and soon they started to get closer and closer, oh did I ever mention that I have visual hallucinations? the doctor's said they weren't near psychosis level or like disorder level ones, most likely just hallucinations that happen because your eyes are just tricking you if you close them in a certain way or if a room is dark.


Though recently, they've gotten worse. and by worse, I mean REALLY FUCKING BAD. The doctor's said I was fine and dandy but why did my hallucinations go from seeing shadow figures that were actually just my painting shit that I was too lazy to clean up too LITERALLY CREEPY UGLY DEMON LOOKING ASS CREATURES, oh wait hold on, let's get back on track, what am I seeing right now? well, It's just what I think Is just some stuff stacked up in a shadowy corner of the classroom, It just looks like a person of some sort, but yeah whatever... It'll go away soon enough...


"Our main focus this semester will be the history of Georgia's oldest city, Savannah. This is also what your project will be about and the topics you'll choose to present on are stated in your rubric. Additionally, there is an overnight field trip to go along with the group project! Of course, It's optional-------" Instantly everyone started cheering, As Mr. Thomas kept talking, of course, anything adventurous will be interesting to a bunch of teens who most likely will spend almost all of their money on souvenirs.


Me on the other hand? well, It's not something I'd go to willingly, but then again, who said I had to go out of the hotel the whole day? If I pack my sketch pad and mini painting set, I'll be fine just sitting around and sketching, plus, knowing my hallucinations, I'll get overwhelmed, and my hallucinations will most likely fuck up my day somehow.

Class was over, and I found myself walking to the cafeteria just looking down at the pink sheet of paper in my hands, wondering what'll happen if I do get my parents to sign them, or if I'll forget when I get home and will have to forge their signatures... ughh...

TIME SKIP

It was the end of the day, just riding on the bus back home, it was quaint and cozy looking almost, a simple two-story house nothing too extravagant and obnoxious like my parents... Even with how loving they are, they are obnoxious... And also always busy, my mom always comes home late or never even does, and my dad is locked away in his study, so I just leave things I need then to sign on the coffee table in the living room with a pen and magically the next day it's signed.

Once the bus came to a stop, I noticed Ashlyn getting off, it must have been her house... hm... a bus junkyard is behind it eh? It's a good background for a character that has a bit of a skater or grunge aesthetic just for the vibes its giving... maybe I can make an oc...? whatever... I'll make it if the motivation comes bringing me up from my grave, I guess... after a while the bus had stop near my house, so I got out the bus and just immediately headed to my room to just lay down in bed.

Oh wait shit- I should bring down the pink slip... But I'm already in a comfy position, should I really sacrifice it...? fine, I'll find a new comfy position, plus, I might end up forgetting it a night prior to the trip and not be able to go at all... so oh well... I reluctantly got off my bed and walked downstairs, to leave the letter on the coffee table, but before I even took a step into it, I see these two little bitches, Dione and Juno(Creator's ocs!) sitting on the damn couch like they live here. "Hi [READER] ~" Dione spoke, Dione Woods, a 15-year-old gremlin with anger issues and probably adhd, who decided to attach herself onto me since I was like 1 year old? She's a good friend, and a member of the music club... "Why the fuck spare keys to the house???" I said, which she just responded with a smug ass smirk "Your parents love us! and also I saw your mom put them under a rock near the front of the house, so, don't tell her I knew" She pleaded, looking like a dumbass cat a bit...

"Juno? JUNO!" Dione turned to Juno who was engrossed in his phone since his girlfriend decided to move away this year, Juno Woods, a 15 year-old boy who is the twin brother of Dione Woods, they used to be so identical but they decided to switch up their choices in looks and style, like his sister, he is also a pretty good friend, often keeping his sister out of trouble, especially with a bitches who think their hot shit and can bully anyone, Juno is also mute... Dione does know a bit of sign language but when she really can't understand damn shit, he writes down stuff on a notepad, he's a member of the cooking club.

he starts to write lifting his note pad up 'What?' he finally replied. "DID YOU EVEN SEE THE TEXT SHE SENT EARLIER??" Dione must have been talking about the picture I sent of the assigned seats of the Hernandez twins, I knew she'd get affected in all honesty... with how much she gushes about how beautiful and perfect Taylor is, I swear she's TOO MUCH of a simp, but I also can't say that I haven't experienced simping as well... anyways... this is going to be a long afternoon oh well...

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