School, why do we have school for? I'm in history class right now.
'Man, they are all dead anyways. What's so fun about talking about a dead person?'
I thought as I heard my teacher blabber on about Adams, whoever the heck he is. Learning is great if you like it. I haven't been in the mood for learning in quite a while now though. Life is hell. I have bruises on my arms and legs to show it, but why be attention seeking right? I look at the clock to see that is almost time to leave.
'Fucking finally.' I thought as I packed my stuff. When the bell rang, everybody was standing up to leave.
"And remember class study for your test next week..." As I was about to walk out the door my teacher stopped me.
" Y/N can you come here for a minute?" I nodded and walked over to his desk.
" Y/N.... You are failing my class... What happened to you?" He asks, seriousness and concern mixed on his face.
"I'm sorry teach, but I'll get better, don't worry I just need more time...." I lied, I had no idea what to do, but I don't want anyone to worry.
"But Y/N its not only this class, it's all of them!" He says raising his voice a little. I jump a bit and back up an inch. He sighs disappointingly. "Y/N I'm going to need you to give this to your parents." He hands me over a white envelope with my name on it. I nod and leave. As I walk down the hallway, I rip the envelope in half and throw it out.
'Like hell I'm gonna give that to my dad. That's a guaranteed trip to the morgue.'
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Antisepticeye X Reader
Fanfiction"You want to make a deal with a devil...?" (A/N: BEFORE YOU READ this X Reader contains MATURE themes. Please read at your discretion. This story has mentions of ab*se, k*nks, m*rder, ect.) (Most chapters will be short in length for a speedy read.)
