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(y/n) - your name
(h/c) - hair color
(h/l) - hair length
(f/f) - favorite food
(f/c) - favorite color
(f/a) - favorite animal
(f/d) - favorite drink
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(Y/n) was at her house, sitting in her bed. She couldn't think of anything to do, all she felt like she could do at the moment was worry about her friend. Yesterday after Mercy got into a fight a bully broke her leg. She had to go to the hospital, and (Y/n) went with her of course. She wouldn't let her best friend be in the hospital alone. It didn't take too long, soon enough they were out of the hospital again. Though Mercy got a wheelchair even though she knew she could use crutches, she HAD to have a wheelchair. The next day of school would surely be.. something.
(Y/n)'s P.O.V
'I hope Mercy's ok right now..' She wen't to her house a while ago and your not allowed to see her. Then again you understand why. It's really late, but you can't sleep. 'what if that fish lady tries to hurt her tomorrow too?!' you think as you sink your head into a pillow. "Ugghh..." you groan, though it's a little muffled because of the pillow. You turn your head to the right before you begin to have a staring contest with the wall. Then you look at your phone. 'Maybe I should text her.. just to see if she's ok!' You think as you take the phone up to your face, then the blinding light of the phone screen starts shining in your eyes. You quickly turn your phone off before you place it at the desk beside your bed.
'I can't sleep..' You think as you start to have yet another staring contest, though this time it's with the ceiling. You sigh before you close your eyes, trying to fade into the darkness people call sleep.
xX Time Skip Xx
Your eyes shoot open as you start breathing heavily. You take your hand up to your chest and clench onto the shirt. "I- It was just another nightmare.." You mutter before you let out a sigh. 'I should get ready for school' You stand up form your bed before you start to head toward your closet. You slide the door open and quickly pick out a outfit that you feel like wearing today. A (f/c) hoodie, some dark blue jeans with some white socks.
Once you get to the bathroom you put your clothes on, brush your hair, brush your teeth, put on your friend-necklace that Mercy gave you, and do everything else necessary, before you leave the bathroom and start heading toward the kitchen.
You see your mom sitting on the couch and you quickly wave at her before you contuinue heading toward the kitchen. Once you walk into the kitchen you quickly make your way to the counter. Then you start making a lunch you can have at school, you like to make your own lunches, you just think it's easier. You finish up the lunch and then you put it into a lunch box before shoving it down your backpack. You think for a bit about what you want for breakfast then you decide to have (f/f).
After you finish eating you check the clock on the wall, to your surprise, you're actually not late! You put the rest of the stuff you need into your backpack before you start walking toward the door. You quickly slide on your boots and put on a jacket since it's really cold outside, It's actually winter. You quickly put a black beanie on your head, and then you're ready to go!
You quickly run out the door since you're used to being late, then you remember that you're actually on time and stop running. You start walking toward Mercy's house at your own pace, as you hum the melody of your favorite song.
You reach your destination and quickly open the door, "HEYA!" You shout as you slam the door closed behind you. Then you hear an annoyed groan come from your left. You quickly turn around to see Mercy, sitting in a wheelchair, struggling to put on a jacket. You giggle a bit at the sight.
"You havin' a hard time there bud?" You say with a smirk as you look at her.
"Shut up" She mumbles as she continues to battle her jacket.
"It looks like you're losing a fight agains a jacket Mercy, geez I thought you were strong~" You say as you get closer to her face.
She quickly turns her head toward you with an irritated look. "Just shut up and help me already."
"Okay princess~" You pretend flirt as you wink at her.
She covers her face with her hands before squeeking out. "Good damn it (Y/n)!"
You love it when she gets like this, then again you hate it when she does the same to you. It's fun to pretend flirt with her, it feels like you can control someone for once. Usually people control you, you love the few times people actually listen to what you have to say.
You give a small laugh before you help her put on her jacket. "There we go~" You say as you let go of her jacket and back away a bit.
She starts to try to put on her shoes but she doesn't seem to be able to do that eighter. "(Y/n) haallppppp!" She says as she looks at you with puppy dog eyes.
"Okay!" You say as you walk up to her and help her with her shoes.
Third person P.O.V
After Mercy puts on a scarf, she's ready to go. (Y/n) helps her get safely to school, while she hums the melody of her favorite song once again.
Once they get to the front of the school (Y/n) stops to take in the beautiful sight. It might not have cherry trees in front of it like in the animes she likes to watch, but It's still beautiful. Trees line up at the sides of the land of the school, it almost looks like they are a fence around the property. The school building itself is massive, and breathtaking in (Y/n)'s opinion. (Y/n) enjoys anything that can spark her creativity, the school building surprisingly does that very well.
Suddenly the annoying sound of the bell rings through the school. (Y/n) quickly snaps out of her thoughts and starts heading toward the huge building in front of her. Mercy is sitting in the wheelchair grinning, she feels proud that she found a way to literally sit all day long.
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