I'm just a kid. - Y/n Williamson.

Piss off, I'm sleeping.

This is a story. It's inaccurate. Don't have a hissy fit. It's all fake.

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Y/n's pov.

Alright, I'm Y/n Williamson, and im 14. Yeah, as in Leah Williamson. See, you probably think having a footballer for a sister is great, but no, it's far from it.

Don't get me wrong, I love my sister, she's great. It's my parents who are the problem. They like to ignore me, and the only way to get their attention is to get into trouble. That's why I do it.

It's not like I mean to hurt people, make them miserable. It's just the only way to get some attention.

I'm sat outside my headteachers office, waiting for her and my mum and dad to be done.

I get angry easily, hence the situation I'm in. Got into another fight, didn't I. Weren't my fault, the kid was saying womens football was shit, what else was I supposed to do.

I don't actually play, but I love watching it. I mean, footballs football innit, how can you not love it. I've just never been good at playing it. I'll stick to guitar.

'Y/n, you can come in now.' My headteacher says, sticking her head through the door. A sorrow look plastered across her face.

I walk in, mum's crying, and dad's red with anger. That's not a very good sign.

'I hope you're happy.' My mum sobs.

I have a feeling I won't be in this school much longer. Eh, I never liked anyone here anyway. Bunch of twats if you ask me.

'Y/n, I've had no other choice but to permanently exclude you from this school. You've had your chances, and you got into yet another fight.' She tells me in a calm voice. That's the calmest I've ever heard her, probably happy I'm leaving.

Suddenly, my shoes become very interesting as I stare at them, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone in the room.

The car ride home was incredibly quiet. I hate the quiet, I'd rather be getting shouted at then it be quiet.

We get inside, and I try to walk up to my room, having had enough of social interactions for today and everything in my body aching from the fight.

'Get back here now. We aren't done with you yet.' My dad says slowly, trying to keep his calm.

'What?' I ask coldly, trying to get this over with as soon as possible.

'We are done with your behaviour, y/n, you're moving in with your sister tomorrow. End of.' He tells me, I can almost hear the joy in his voice as he says it. Finally able to get rid of the kid he never wanted.

I look over to my mum she's crying but there is a sense of relief about her. I knew they didn't care, but I didn't realise it was enough to kick me out.

'Fuck you.' Is all I can say as I walk off to my room.

I'm angry. I'm angry at them for giving up on me. I'm angry at that kid for making me hurt him. I'm angry at Leah for bearly talking to me since she moved. Most importantly, I'm angry at myself. Am I that bad of a person that my own parents want nothing to do with me?

Well, I guess I should pack. I hope Leahs got a big enough car to transport all of this, I'm not leaving anything important behind. Who knows what they will do to it.

I pack up my guitars, three of them to be exact. I pack up my airfix models, some built and some still in the boxes. My dvd collection is next. Movies carried my childhood. They definitely weren't child friendly, though. That's one thing good about being ignored, you can watch what you want.