~★2 Birds With One Stone (Banban/Uthman X Reader)★~

Chapter 1 ★ First day

TW: this chapter mentions verbal and physical abuse, self harm, and has vulgar/adult language.

"The sky is beautiful tonight." I think to myself. I've been looking at the stars for a while now, I should probably get some sleep. Tomorrow is my first day of work at Banban's kindergarten after all.

——The next morning——

The first thing I wake up to is my sister, Claire, shaking me awake. "C'mon, Y/N. get your lazy ass up! We're gonna be late!" She yells kinda quietly. I groan and sit up, getting out of bed while being slightly hunched over, my H/L H/C hair brushing again my neck. I shiver a bit, as I look back at Claire. "I'm up, I'm up, you bitch." I playfully push her, and she pushes me back.

We cuss a lot, due to our parents always cursing in front of us or around us when we were kids, as well as smoking, vaping, drinking, getting high, you name it. They didn't really care about us, so that's why we take care of ourselves and each other. My parents yelled at us and hit us, yeah, but we couldn't tell anyone because no one would believe us. I mean, yes, we could just show them videos/recordings or our bruises and cuts, but everyone just thought that we just 'put some makeup on to make the bruises and cuts.' or 'the recording/video is fake.'.

Claire walks out of my room and walks into her own, as I walks over to my closet to try finding a 'mature',  and if not hot, outfit. I have to look good on my first day, you know? Gotta show everyone that I'm pretty somehow, right? I find a black, kinda thick strapped shirt, a white bra, white panties, tight jeans and put them on. "Maybe the strap shirt is too revealing..." I mumble to myself as I try to find a hoodie or sweater that somewhat matches my outfit. I finally find one, a black zip up sweater. Perfect. I throw the sweater on, zipping it up. I put on some white socks after.

I head to the bathroom, noticing that my sisters old clothes from yesterday are on the floor. She probably showered before she woke me up, but I don't have time for a shower anyway. I grab my toothbrush and the toothpaste from the counter, as I squeeze the ever living shit out of the toothpaste until I get at least a bit of the minty paste on the brush part of my toothbrush. I start to brush my teeth, and I hear my sister in her room, probably putting her stuff in her bag. I finish brushing my teeth, and I grab the cup filled with water from the counter.

I put my toothbrush down and rinse my mouth 3-4 times before rinsing off my toothbrush and putting both the cup and my toothbrush in the same place as they were before. I sigh slightly, and grab my deodorant, taking off my zip up so I can put my deodorant in/on my armpits. Yeah, that was weird to say, but that's where you put deodorant, so I'm being honest.

I look at myself in the mirror, looking at my arms all the way up to my shoulders and stomach, that are marked up with old and new cuts and burns. "Damn." I mumble. Anyway, after I'm done, I put my deodorant back in the cabinet under the counter, but then take my deodorant out again because I'm probably gonna bring it with me. Just in case. I close the cabinet. I put some perfume on, and bring it with me too, as I put back on my zip up sweater, zipping it back up.

I walk back to my room, leaving the door open behind my as I walk over to my bed. I grab my bag, which was sitting under my bed. I grab a notebook if I'm bored and want to draw or take notes, high lighter for..it literally self explanatory, pens and pencils, a sharpener, scissors and pepper spray for protection. Just the stuff on the list of supplies that I made. I grab my phone, headphones, and extra set of earbuds, my charger, just in case, and my journal. Yes, I have a journal, how else am I supposed to put out all my feelings instead of cutting myself?

I zip up my bag and put it around my shoulder. I turn around, only to see Claire staring at me. "You done?" She asks, which I reply. "Duh, lets go." She laughs, and so do I. We both walk to the living room, and I glance over to the couch where Claire's boyfriend is, sleeping in a weird ass position with alcohol bottles all around him. I know Claire saw him too, because the air just got tense. We both head to the front door, Claire opens it and walks out before me, I follow her. I close and lock the door behind me, putting the keys in my pocket. We both start walking to my car, since I have my driver's license. Claire doesn't yet. Once we quickly get to my car, I open the door to the driver's seat and hop in, unlocking the car for my sister. She opens the door and hops in on the other side of me.

The air is so tense, so I make a little comment so It at least brightens the mood. "Hey, Claire?" I say as I'm driving to the Kindergarten. "Hm?" "I bet you 5 bucks that I can find a hot, tall mascot at the Kindergarten." I laugh, and so does Claire. "Well I bet you 5 bucks that you can't."

——End of chapter——

Yo!!! Okay, I just want to make it clear, I did use the same Idea for the journal from DamiansLilHuman. And I will credit them each time I do the journal idea. Anyway, You can change anything like the hair, skin, eyes, clothes, etc in your head how you see fit if you don't like how Y/N looks in this story. Thanks for reading the first chapter!!!!

                                                                     -Vaz★