Trauma-ridden and adopted by matpat

Airtags, backtalk, and a panic attack

-the next day-
I woke up as if nothing had happened the previous day. The sickness had seeped out of me overnight. I went over to the kitchen to have breakfast. Steph offered to let me stay home another day but I insisted that I was better and I shouldn't miss any more school or rehearsal. As I was on the bus, my phone buzzed with a notification. I opened it, expecting a text or something, but it caught my eye. An AirTag had been following me. I brushed it off. Every now and then I got this exact notification, it was probably someone on the bus that accidentally brought one. I cleared the pop-up and put my phone away. However, as I got off the bus and to my locker, I got the alert again. A little bit strange but I didn't think much of it. I got my stuff and headed to Spanish class.

As soon as I walked into Spanish class, Birdseed came up to me. "I'm actually going to lose it. I have been getting an AirTag notification ever since yesterday." They complained. "You too? I got one this morning on the bus and I got it again when I was at my locker." "I bet someone's overprotective mom left one inside their backpack." We shared a look and then glanced back to Roddy. "You don't think..." I thought out loud. "...maybe. But let's not investigate. Also we have no reason to believe that it was Ms. Garny." "I mean, other than the fact that she is batsh*t." They responded way too loudly. "Shut up! She is right there!" I whispered, however I was too late. She sharply exhaled and looked at us in a disappointed fashion. "First day back and we are already starting trouble?" She condescendingly sneered. I tried to respond respectfully but I couldn't stop the muscle memory from rolling my eyes. "Did you just ROLL YOUR EYES at me?" "No. She was checking to make sure she still had all of her braincells after you spoke to her." Alex joked. "Alex!" She snapped. At this point Birdseed, Alex, myself, along with the entire class (other than Roddy), were practically on the ground laughing. Amidst all of this laughter she forcefully slammed her hands onto her desk. "I. Am. NEVER. Teaching middle school again." With that she began to storm out of the room.

However, as soon as she left the room she changed her mind. "You three!" Before any of us could react, she snatched all of us by the wrists one by one and dragged us out of the room. "DON'T YOU F*CKING TOUCH ME!" I yelped and threw my hands out of her grip. "Language!" "You are just standing there and grabbing students without permission but you are worried about how I swore?" I shot back. "Yeah, I wasn't lying when I said that you were batsh*t." Birdseed crossed their arms. "What makes you think that you can do whatever you please in my classroom? Is it the fact that your parents are famous? Well those exact parents are getting both a phone call AND an email." She threatened. "Uh, what about me?" Alex asked, having non-celebrity parents. "You. I have no clue what makes you think rules don't apply to you. Enlighten me." "Oh. I have respect for rules. I just don't have any respect for you." "Go to the office! And don't leave thinking that you can get out of a parent phone call!" He shrugged, put his hands in his pockets, and walked off.

"I don't want to see EITHER of you for the rest of the day. I have a class to teach." Leaving us no further instruction, she slammed the door on us. We heard a click. I tried opening the door but it was confirmed, she had locked us out. "F*ck, my Dad is going to kill me when he gets that phone call!" Birdseed started to panic. Then it started to sink in for me too. "Holy sh*t, mine will too! Or worse, he will send me back to that stupid therapist!" "Mat? He does NOT seem like the type to yell at his kid over a phone call." "Neither does Mark! But you live with him so you would know better." "You're right, we have to stop them from getting the call." I cupped my hand to the door and heard her speaking to what sounded like Mat on the phone. I sat down next to the door and started hyperventilating. My mind filled with every possible scenario that could happen after this. Mat and Steph making me quit the musical, cutting off my contact with Birdseed, putting me up for adoption. Even the most irrational started to seem plausible. I held my head in my hands and tears began to drip down my face. I couldn't stop it.

Birdseed looked at me paralyzed with concern but also having no idea what to do. "He's going to be so mad at me. He is going to be so disappointed. He's- I took a second to catch my breath. "He's going to think I am some kind of idiot or- I don't even know!" I anxiously started pinching my temples, maybe if I pinched hard enough, I would wake up. At least I would be in pain. I dug my nails so deep into my forehead that it left crescent-moon divots in the skin. I dragged my fingers down, leaving thin scrapes down the sides of my faces, gleaming with a little bit of blood. Birdseed grabbed my hand and held it. "Y/N, look at me. You are going to be fine. Mat will still love you after this, I promise." "I don't know." I said in a squeaky, mousy voice. They pulled a pack of tissues out of their hoodie and offered me one. I dabbed my eyes with it. "Y/N, listen to me." Their voice had a twinge of a nervous tremble to it. "Mat is your DAD, not that jack*ss alcoholic that you grew up with. He is not going to disown you for this. He isn't going to beat you. He's probably not even going to punish you that badly." I caught my breath and just as the last tears stopped, Ms. Garny came out of the room. "Office, both of you. Your parents are here to pick you up."