The Swings [SEPTIPLIER Fanfiction]

Familiarities

mark's pov

  I walked out of the guidance counselors office because of an appointment I made for my last therapy session since it isn't helping me, mentally. "Mark, it has been great talking to you and helping you through your problems." Ms. Valen, my counselor said in a soothing tone of voice. She'd sighed after a couple seconds once I faced her. "I hope you can get through the last school year. Since this is the last session we will be having since you are leaving for college!" I laughed a bit along with a slight grin to react to her speech of worry. It was great that she had not mentioned or asked why I didn't want to carry on with the counseling until I graduated, I just didn't like the scenery, or the thought about having a babysitter, following me and trailing me throughout the last year of my high school hell.

"hopefully." I replied. We laughed for a short period of time, the most awkward laugh I have made since last year. The bell rung and I waved her goodbye as I walked down the halls, just in time to see the sophomores get out of their classes. I shrugged, pushing my chestnut red backpack up my shoulder as I glanced on my schedule to see which class I had again. it's been a week since the start of school and I still haven't memorized the classes I will be attending. The first week was just for freshmen but other fed up students can attend classes too, most likely being new. Right before the bell rung again, I turned at a corner and walked towards my first period class door. Once I opened the door, I received some glances from some girls at the back of class which started a whispering commotion. I was used to the negative comments that people were presumably making so I didn't think too much into what they were talking about, or what they might be talking about. I swung my hands up and through my hair which fell and covered the top section of my right eyebrow, not minding the shadow since it felt a bit safer or like I was more hidden with my hair like that way.

"Mr. Mcloughlin right?" The teacher asked, having high hopes of assuming the right name, which she failed terribly at doing. What was even the point, just have the students check themselves off the sheet, but that name;... Mark Mcloughin...

"Nope, Mark Edward Fischbach" I corrected with a fake smile, not showing my teeth. She'd responded with a nod and put me as present on the attendance, probably wondering if she should call me Mark or Edward. I made my way to a desk to avoid talking any longer, next to a blonde swedish man with some fading pimples on the right cheek and jawline, reminds me when I had an acne infested face back when I was in middle school. A couple students came and filled the empty seats that looked like caramel, I didn't give an effort to see or try to familiarize the faces of the students since I find it useless if I will just forget about them once I graduate.

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After class ended, I looked up and made my way out of my seat to go to the exit, before I did I spotted the same person I met yesterday but in a grey and black shirt with ripped jeans and a beanie which was ripped off his head by one of his friends who was coincidentally the blondie I sat next to. He'd immediately grabbed his beanie and got it back by yanking it out of the swedish boys hands, annoyed, causing him to say "Swedish pussy." in a low tone of voice afterwards, after punching the swedish pussies arm and walking away.

Bell rung and the green haired man, Jack, was already gone. I headed out the classroom, gripping onto my binder from the mood swing of my bipolar depression issue. I wish time would pass by faster so this can all end, the soon to be annoyance of my teenage life hopefully not leaving, to keep me entertained.

The hallway was filled with students but still had room for me to walk normally without the need of pushing or shoving people into others because they can't stop talking to their petty friends. While walking down the hallway I felt like screaming because of how annoyingly joyful people were and how ignorant they are. Some were running, some were just laughing, some were just insulting people as they walked by. Probably just some sophomores, prepubescent little diseases.

I reached the classroom safely without embarrassing myself by my irresistible clumsiness that I hope I could control. I spotted Jack at the back talking to a girl who's name is Signe, I catched the name by hearing another girl call for her attention. I was jealous but noticed Jack holding hands with another girl next to him. I sighed in jealousy and self criticism because of how easy I become jealous of someone who'd not only ran away from me, but from someone who probably forgot about me already. Maybe I am still one of those prepubescent diseases behind all my ego, as if there's nothing that isn't covered by it. Sitting down I noticed that Signe was actually glancing my way and blushing when I catch her looking. Maybe she like's m-. No. No one liked me since I am always an asocial little bitch that avoids socializing because of my anxiety. Did I take my medicine last night?..

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It is lunch and I am sitting alone, scrolling through and switching between Tumblr, Twitter, Instagram, and Wattpad to check on my online social life which was better than my real life one. I can feel eyes laying on my skin every now and then. Still not used to this. I stabbed my fork into the pancake covered in syrup which reacted with juices spilling out.

I was startled by a tray laid down across from me on the round table that had a opacity of seven young adults. It was a curly haired man who had a stone face. "Hey, i'm Tyler" Tyler introduced himself, still holding that stone faced expression.

I smiled back but in a very obviously fake way, which he didn't catch. "I'm Mark." I responded, taking every once of energy out of me. I am so lazy.

"hey, do you play Overwatch?" I figured he found that out, telling from my bracelet.

"yeah, main's Pharah and Junkrat" I replied which must've got him excited since he grinned at what I said, I wish I hadn't always been so forward with conversations.

"Oh cool! Mine is Reaper but I enjoy playing Pharah... Do you play console or-"

"PC." I interrupted him because of how I much I would like to beat him. I was level 56 with three stars. Imagining him seeing my level made me almost burst out laughing.

We exchanged name tags and continued talking about the game and our life and backstory. It was nice keeping my mind off of Jack but, the thought of him came back after my long talk with Tyler was interrupted.

"Hey."

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Author's note:

Hello!! I am gonna be posting every week and will try keeping the chapters up to over 900 words!

I was gone for so long because of my recent suicide attempt, I was sent to a hospital, then to a mental hospital where they tested me for 6 days to get/find the right medicine for me. I am alright tho!!

I have straight A's and am skipping a grade after this winter break :)

My acne tho .~. It's worse than Ethan's.

If you could I would like to hear your responses at the end of every chapter! I really appreciate it and will not hold a grudge in you if you have any negative comments, it'll only make me try to avoid making the same mistake again and so I am open to any comments :)
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!