Don't Forget Me-Bloody Painter x Reader

Prologue:

"Holy shit!."

You flung yourself off of your bed, your eye's widening as you realized what time it was.

Unfortunately, you must have hit the snooze button on your alarm-clock one too many times, because if you didn't hurry up at this rate--you would be late for school.

Your feet thumped against the wooden-flooring, as you hastily approached your closet. You rummaged through the clothes that had been hung, pulling out a burgundy-colored sweater and a regular pair of jeans.

After you changed, you brought your dirty-clothes to the hamper in your bathroom, and continued to brush your (h/c) hair and teeth.

On the way out of the bedroom, you slung your backpack's strap over your shoulder and rushed down the stairs, somehow managing not to fall flat on your face while doing so.

Grabbing an apple from the fridge in your kitchen, just so you could get some food in your system--you noticed the lack of your parent's presence. You assumed they had left for work before you had even woken up, so you had hoped they grabbed their key's when you locked the door as you left.

The walk--or more like run--to school was usual.

Preferably, you liked to take your time, but now you couldn't exactly do that.

You definitely didn't want to be late, because of the lecture you would get from your teacher, not to mention your parent's would kill you.

Speaking of your teacher; She was a nice lady--sometime's too nice. You know when you're at a family gathering, and that one aunt that compliment's everyone way too much it make's everyone uncomfortable?

Yeah, that would be your teacher!

Nevertheless, if you disrespected her or did something wrong she would punish you---but her version of punishment was lecturing you about it for hour's and hour's after class, kind of like her own detention.

The familiar building came into sight, and your pace quickened, if that was even possible. In no time, you were already inside and sitting in the seat of your first class.