A/n: guys I am basically the human equivalent of an angst vending machine. Gonna start putting the day bc I lose track of the timeline hehe.
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•~¥~• Friday Morning •~¥~•
1989's Pov:I rubbed my eyes, waking up as my vision blurred.
I looked over to the side and noticed- oh. That's right.
She was awake, scrolling on her phone.
"Mornin!" I beamed at her.
"Bad morning, motherfucker," she greeted ever so kindly.
I rolled my eyes and got up.
I went over to my wardrobe and looked through it.
"How's your body feelin?" I asked softly.
"Like I got kneed in the gut multiple times. So... yeah, like it should," she said annoyedly.
Her morning voice was low, raspy and kind of smooth at the same time. It was all just really hot.
She was in a loose black hoodie and gray sweatpants as same as yesterday.
I looked around and grabbed high waisted white shorts and a white top with little blue beads around the rims, and some light blue knee high leather boots.
I put it on in my walk in closet, then walked out and inspected it in the mirror.
There was a little too much fat around my lower stomach, and it barely stuck out.
The shorts were tight, so you could see my thighs.
None of it was okay. It wasn't enough.
Midnights must've seen me zoning out cause she spoke up.
"You look whatever. Stop staring, weird ass," she remarked.
I shook my head and snapped out of my trance.
"Right..." I said slowly, getting a bag and a light blue leather jacket in case I got cold.
Midnights just got up and put her converse on, her socks still on for some reason.
"Wanna come with me to wake Eric up?" I asked softly, in my light morning voice.
She spoke in the same tone. "Fine. Only because I can morph him into a mini me. Then we can both slam your head on walls." She smirked.
I rolled my eyes and made a bold move, grabbing her hand and walking backwards while talking to her and pulling her.
"No swearing. We wake him up, then go down for-..." I cut myself off, thinking about breakfast.
"Uh. Breakfast? Dumbass," she snarked.
"Yeah, sorry, brain stopped working." I said, putting on a fake smile and opening Eric's door.
He was curled up in a ball on his bed, his chest falling and rising quickly.
What??
I dropped midnights's hand and speed walked over to him.
I grabbed his hands and tilted his chin up at me. His face was streaked in tears.
"Hey Bud, what's wrong?" I asked gently.
"Ni-Niney, I c-can't b-breathe," he panicked.
He was... having a panic attack? He was way too young for that.
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FanfictionNew girl, new town, new life. Well, only two of those things are true. 1989 is a new girl, in a new town. She goes to School as a brand new student, what happens if she meets the school's bully, especially on the first day? Find out in this awesome...