My Love ( Dave X Depressed! Bullied! Reader)

Introduction

Beep!
Beep!
Beep!
Huh
Beep!
Beep!
Beep!
What's that noise?

I opened my puffy red eyes to my alarm clock blinking 7:20Am and yelling at me to wake up and get ready for hell. I don't want too....
I don't want to deal with the people again.... But sadly in America, school is a forced thing.(Unless you are homeschooled or was taken out of school) I let out a big sigh and grabbed my bag and sketch book from my desk, putting on black jeans, a random fandom shirt that was in my box that I haven't unpacked still. It's been 13 years buuutttt still. I also tossed on a black jumper and slipped on an unbranded 20 dollar Wal-Mart shoes. I thought they were cute and they were the only thing my father would get me. When I was in elementary my mom died in a car crash due to intoxication from a party she was going too and her death hit hard in my dad. My mom and I had a fight because i said she shouldn't go to the party and to prove I was wrong, she went. After that my dad started to blame me for it, saying it was my fault for her death. So he disowned me and moved away. To cope with the  sorrow I drew and wrote alot in my diary and I guess someone found them at my school and told everyone else and from that day I still get bullied and called names like "murder" or "hood rat" . When my mom died and my father left, I had to move to my closest relatives who happened to be my grandparents.... They were abusive to my dad when he was younger and he told me they used to drink alot and have people over that would do.....Unspeakable things to him...
I heard a mumble and a girl behind me, a shiver running up my spine.
"(Y/N)!! WHAT ARE YOU *Burp* DOING HERE?! Y-OU HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL!!!! *burp*"
My grandma threw a pillow at me and wobbled off in one of her drunken states. I grabbed my keys and walked to school, regretting my life. I guess I deserve it.
I navigated the dangerous halls, avoiding any eye contact at all (😉) I went to my locker and placed my books and things that I don't need in the first 3 classes. My locker slammed aggressively, making me jolt in surprise.
"Oh heeeeyyyyyyy (Y/N)~ Did your grandma come home drunk last night?" Said Vriska with a smirk

"It isn't any of your concern."

"I was just curious~ because I saw a video of her dancing on a pole like the drunk skank she is~ I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree" Vriska said walking away with her group of misfits.
I sighed and went to my class.
The bell rang as I took my seat in the far corner of the class room and started to draw peacefully to myself but little did I know a certain person was watching me through his aviator shades...

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Ok so here is the intro to the first story I made. I made it more realistic and saved all of the juicy stuff to the actual part 1. This is just describing your life and stuff leading up to the main story. Enjoy.