Adopted By Who?

Well Fuck

Well tour is over, which means I have to go to school. Fuck.

"Dad, do I really have to go to school tomorrow?" I asked as I flopped down on the couch between him and Vic.

"Yes. And why are you still awake? I told you to go to bed an hour ago," he said.

I shrugged, "I wasn't tired, but whatever. Goodnight guys."

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The next morning I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock. I groaned and slammed it off. I sat up and smelled pancakes. I went downstairs and was met by the guys.

"Hey Baby Turtle! Ready for school?" Dad asked.

I rubbed my eye, "Not to be a bitch, but could you tone down the excitement? It's school. I'd rather die."

Vic handed me a plate with a pancake on it, "Cheer up Kay. You'll do fine. You're going to the same high school me and Mike went to."

"How does Clairemont treat freshmen?" I asked nervously.

"Don't worry so much," Mike said.

"Oh, wow. My anxieties are cured," I said, shoving the rest of my breakfast in my mouth. "I'm gonna go get dressed."

I walked back up to my room and looked at my outfit I laid out last night. A black Of Mice & Men tank top, red and black flannel, black ripped skinny jeans, red TOMS, and a black beanie. I sighed and got dressed. I did my makeup and straightened my hair.

I ran downstairs, grabbed my Pierce The Veil backpack, and said, "Okay, who's taking me to hell?"

Dad side hugged me, "Trust me, I know how shitty high school can be, but you have to go."

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I watched as dad and the guys left. I looked towards the building. Ah. Clairemont High. If there's a song named after it, it should be good right? Right?!

I saw all the kids join their groups while I was alone. I sighed and put my ear buds in.

"...the devil came to take me to hell, but I'm already there..."

Ain't that the fucking truth, Danny.

I found my locker and grabbed my stuff. I went into my classroom and sat in the back.

"Hey, who died?"

I looked up and saw a very jock-y looking guy in front of me. I rolled my eyes, "I don't know yet."

He snickered to one of his friends, "So we have a smart ass emo here. Hey guys, we have another punching bag."

The bell rang and they went to their seats. Thank god. Our teacher came in, "So, class, we have a new student."

Oh god no. Not that stupid cliche where I have to introduce myself.

"...why don't you come introduce yourself?"

"Uh, no I'm good. Thanks though."

She gave me a weird look, but continued on to the lesson.

After the first few classes was lunch. I grabbed the lunch Mike made me and made my way to the lunch room. I sat in a corner and pulled out the sandwich. Peanut butter and jelly. I sighed and bit into it, feeling gross.

Not even five bites in I hear, "Oh my god is that...? It is! It's that fat fucking slut!"

My stomach dropped like I was on a roller coaster. No. Not her. Anyone but her.

"Kaylen. Kaylen. Kaylen. Did you miss me?"

I was undoubtedly going to start crying. She ruined my life. "No one would miss you, F-Farah."