!!CURRENTLY ON HOLD!!Bitter End - A Donatello and Reader love story.

It feels nice to not feel lonely.

It was 5:30 in the morning and the phone alarm started ringing.

5:30 to 6:30, one hour to brush their teeth, get dressed, get their hair done, eat breakfast, brush their teeth again, make sure once again; like the night before; that there's everything they might need for the first day, get their shoes on. 

Leave the appartement with dad.

6:30 to 7:30, one hour to get to Roosevelt High School, enter Roosevelt High School, go trough the halls of Roosevelt High School, find the right classroom, enter the right classroom.

Take a seat in the front row.

Protagonist PoV

'God, I'm feeling so anxious. I don't know if I'll make any friends.

Maybe I shouldn't have taken my new bag.

I fucking hate this.

Why do I feel like people are judging my bag. It's not ugly'

"Hey, is that seat taken?"

"No", as you slightly shook your head 'no'

Adrenaline shot trough your body. Legs and arms felt numb and heavy. Your breathing just got a little heavier.

For this new establishment you tried to put in some effort of dressing "cool". That meant that for this first day our protagonist dressed as such : a light blue button shirt, a light fabric brown pair of pants, your hand-dyed black platform heels; in an attemp to recreate a pair of Demonias at home; a ponytail and some dark purple lipgloss from Kiko you bought some weeks before leaving home.

Your true home.

You thought you looked cool.

For years, it used to be a purple jacket I kept for years. Then my mother threw it away, because it got old and worn down. Of course I was kinda okay with letting it go. But I had gotten a few new jackets in the meantime so I had a replacement for it.

I think it brought me comfort. Like an object of "comfort" and a feeling of safety.

Luckily, I grew out if it now. I changed. Even if in the slightest, I did. I'm glad.

It's not perfect but it's much better than before.

You took a side glance at the person who took a seat next to you.

A girl. A girl with dark hair and streaks of dark purple. A girl with rounded-squares glasses. A girl with green eyes. A green like the one of an olive. A girl with fair skin. A girl with smooth skin,free of any markings or scars. A girl wearing a sleeveless crop-top with some kind of lightnings on it. A crop-top with some kind of stripped-straps underneath it. A girl wearing a blue skirt with black squares on it. A gril wearing black knee-high socks and a pair of brown boots.

'Damn, she looks good. Kind of rock / goth I guess?'

"The name's Irma", whispered the girl as the teacher went on about the typical first-day-of school-speech.

"Pleasure. Mine's (y/n)."

"Pleasure to meet you (y/n)"

As you moved  to your different classes, Irma presented you at some point during the day her friend April O'Neil. A girl with red hair in a ponytail just like you, wearing a yellow headband, a yellow t-shirt with a "5" written on it, a pair of shorts made out of jean, a pair of grey leggings and some black big boots.

Somehow they made you feel like they accepted you into their group easily and quickly. It was a nice feeling. But you were still uncertain. Of course it was the very first day of school and you just couldn't believe that they were now your friends. Maybe tomorrow would be different.

Many people always chat among themselves on the first day.

But it just felt nice to not feel lonely.

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