"Thanks for meeting with me today, Y/N."
The school counselor, Mrs. Parker, motioned at the plush chair seated in front of her modest, dark wood desk. The young h/c smiled and relaxed into a muted blue chair. Mrs. Platt searched the tall bookshelf to the right of her desk, its shelves lined with a mix of books and binders. Titles on everything from college applications to coping with grief peeked out from the spines, interspersed with more playful items—a jar of marbles, a small stack of board games, and a collection of brightly colored fidget toys. After finding Y/N's file, she sat down in her high-backed chair. Soft, warm light filters through the large window behind the desk, casting a gentle glow over the room.
"Now first period starts in a few minutes, so let's make this as quick as possible," she opened the file and produced a schedule. "We have a couple issues with your current schedule. You're missing a couple of classes required for graduation."
Y/N sat up in her seat confused, "Really? Which ones?"
Mrs. Platt cross-checked the folder and her computer and replied, "You're missing financial literacy, physical education, and a visual arts credit."
"But I did all of those sophomore year." Y/n recalled specifically doing them that year, so she'd have plenty of room for electives in the future.
The counselor offered a sympathetic smile, "Yes, but you only did a semester's worth. Visual arts, for example, requires two semesters. But it's okay, we'll put them on your schedule, and you'll be all set for graduation!"
'I'm such an idiot,' y/n thought. Her heart sank deeper as she watched the counselor remove all of her exciting electives.
"There's only one option for PE and financial literacy, obviously, but you do get to choose what visual arts you'd like to try." She slid a course catalog across the desk.
Y/N looked over the smooth paper; nothing particularly stood out. She wasn't particularly talented at painting or sculpting; she was way too anxious to ever perform musically in front of people, which left the only option: stage crew. 'What the h*ll,' she thought, 'maybe this will look good on my college applications.'
"I'll try out stage crew," Y/N said, handing the paper back.
"Excellent choice; my son did that a few years ago, and he really liked it!" Her voice sounded so optimistic it made Y/N feel a bit more hopeful. Mrs. Platt printed out a new schedule for the h/c-haired girl. "Now I'm sure you've received the emails about the new school boundaries."
Y/N grimly nodded. A new school had been built not too far away and screwed with the boundaries of her school, East Bridge High, and their rival school, Harbor View High. Y/N's best friend since fifth grade, Brooklyn, was forced to change to Harbor View. "I don't even get to go to the new school!" Brooklyn complained once they heard the news.
"Because of the changes," Mrs. Platt interrupted Y/n's train of thought, "there'll be lots of new people in your class. Isn't that exciting?!"
Y/N nervously nodded; she'd never been great at making lasting friends. The school bell rang, and Y/N jumped out of her seat. Just before she left the room, she glanced at her new schedule.
Period 1: Advanced World History
Period 2: Progressive biology
Period 3: Financial Literacy
Period 4: Advanced Statistics
Lunch
Period 5: Physical Education
Period 6: Honors Literature
Period 7: Stage Crew
"Sorry, Mrs. Platt!" y/n called trying to get the counselor's attention, "There's a mistake; I'm in all these advanced classes that I didn't sign up for."
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Only for you {Yandere boys x Female reader}
Horror"Every time I wake up, I'm reaching for you, but you're never there." Y/n was always excited for her senior year of high school. Apling for colleges, turning 18, prom, senior parties, graduating, and spending time with her best friend. Unfortunately...
