YouTuber High School (COMPLETED)

Chapter 1

(y/n)'s p.o.v. :
I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock beeping. I look to see the time. '7:36' My (e/c) eyes widen. I quickly turn it off and got out of my bed. I dash to my closet and grab my YouTube channel shirt, which was black and said 'Nightmare Gamer 88', and a pair of purple pants.
I then dash to my bathroom and brush my (h/c) hair and brushed my teeth. I put on a pair of socks and a pair of shoes, grab my backpack, then dashed out the door. I fast-walked down the hall of doors that is the only entrance to people's dorms. I have a dorm to myself because that was an off number of girls and they won't allow a boy to be in a form with a girl.
So yeah, I am pretty lucky.
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that this my first day here so I might be late today for class. I set the alarm to 6:30, not 7:30. This is going to be nerve-wracking because I have to introduce myself to every class... And I also don't have any friends so this is going to get a little difficult but I'll get used to it soon enough. I'm just a nor-wait... I'm not normal, scratch that.
I'm a weird girl that isn't very social, so yeah, recording is going to be a little weird for me. But anyway, I find myself in front of the building holding future YouTubers. I sigh before I walk in. I already feel like an outcast, which is normal for me. A few people look at me like I shouldn't even be here but I was lucky that I was able to anyways.
Ding ding ding.
The five-minute ball just rang mass I haven't even found my locker yet. 7047 is my locker. I go down the seven hundred hall and soon find my locker. I enter my locker number and put my backpack in there. I grab my binder out of my backpack and I softly close my locker. I began walking to my first period but is soon stopped by a man that slams his left hand on the lock by me and has his arm around me.
"Can I continue? I need to make it to class and I can't be late on my first day here." I say quietly, sounding like I am fragile.
" Why should I? We could have tons of fun..." he said, leaning his face towards me.
My friends, or should I say old friends, did say that I am adorable but I would just say that I am not. Being adorable is just not me and caused me to have problems in my past. But this is a situation that may be the reason of me being adorable that I am facing now.
I sigh in frustration and twist his arm behind his back using one of my hands. I let go and dash down the hall, fast enough for him not to be able to catch me. While I was running, I looked for my first-period room number but didn't find it. I kept running, with a man that smells like alcohol on my tail, I kept looking for the room and eventually find it.
I dash into the room and I walk to an empty seat at the back of the class. The man poked his head into the room and found me. He gave me an 'I will get you later' look that said that I am in trouble. The man just walks away as the second bell rungs, telling is that class is starting.
"This morning class. Today we have a new student joining us this year. (Y/n), please stand and present yourself." the teacher said in a calm voice. I hesitantly stand up from my chair and clear my throat.
"My name is (y/n) (l/n) and this is my first day here. I was born in (birthplace). But it didn't really work out for my family so we moved here. When I got the chance to come to this school, I took the chance and here I am." I sat down, having nothing else to say.
Everyone is just staring me down like I am just different or they might have heard what had happened to my sister and looked down on me. I miss my sister but the past is in the past. I can't do anything about it. But anyways. The morning continues, being chased by the man from this morning class to class, presenting myself to others then there comes lunch now...
I grab my lunch from my locker and dash to the lunchroom. I walk in and just see groups of people that are in their own world. I roll my eyes as I go to a table by the corner of the lunchroom. I sit down and began taking bites in my Nutella sandwich that I made for myself.
It was peaceful around me for once.
I pull out my phone and I put on pandora. My favourite station would have to be three days grace. They're pretty cool. I rip a sheet of paper and grabbed my pencil. I closed my eyes and began drawing on the paper, letting my mind draw what it wants to draw. But I immediately hear a pair of hands slam down on the table, in front of me.
"What you doing, huh loser?"
"For your information, thank you for calling me a loser, you don't need to remind me and why are you such a bitch towards me?" I ask in an innocent voice.
He growls as more people surround the table. I go to stand up but get pushed, making me fall to the floor. I get on my hands and knees, my phone calling out of my pocket. It's playing 'Keep holding on' by Falling In Reverse. I grit my teeth, whispering the lyrics.
"I thought I had myself all figured out. But I've spent my whole life holding myself down. And it seems to be that sort of thing, I keep doing constantly, addicted to the pain I cause myself..." I grunt in pain as one of the people kick me in the stomach.
"I can't believe I've made it this far. I'm on my way with a smile on my face. See the top and I'm not falling off..." I whispered the chorus as they said nasty things to me about my sister and what she has become.
Tears are threatening to show but I blink them away. I want everyone to think that I am strong, not sensitive. I quickly crawl away as fast as I could and once that I was far away, I stood and ran towards the exit. I just want to get out of here.....