Picking Up the Pieces (Markiplier x reader)

Chapter 37

"Good afternoon passangers. This is your captin speaking and welcome to Venice, Italy. Please straighten your seats and open your blinds to have a great view of the captial of nothern Italy's Veneto region. And thank you for flying with 'Mom's Spaghetti Airlines'." (I am not sorry) The captain spoke. Finally, after a stressful twelve hour flights, I was finally at my destination.

"Mommy, I'm hungry!!" The same kid who was kicking my chair non-stop whined. He was complaining and kicking for the whole flight, I didn't get any sort of sleep. And this is where I finally shut this kid up. "Mommy, mommy, mommy! Listen to m-" I turned around faster than light to face that child.

"No, you listen to me, kid," I started, which both startled the kid and his mother. "For the past twelve hours, I couldn't get any sleep because of your whining and kicking. So you better close that little mouth of yours, turn around and watch your little T.V. before I give you a nice ass whoppin'." I threatened. Without hesitation, the kid closed his mouth and watched whatever he was watching. I was proud of myself for taking action after a long time of dealing with that child's bullshit. Well, it's kind of what I picked up from Tasha when she insults Mark. Maybe I could take a few pointers from her on being commanding.

I sat back in my seat, smiling as I looked out the window to see a beautiful city. Something totally different from L.A. It looked more festive in a way, which means I'm going to enjoy my stay here.

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'I just landed and I already smell food. Italy look soooo awesome!' - Sent, 6:03 p.m.' I texted Mark. In seconds, my text was on read, I bet everyone is going ape shit just because I texted them for the first time since I left. I laughed as the reply rolled in.

'(Y/NNNNNNNNNN)!!!!!!! HOW'S ITALY!?!?!? IS THERE HAWT BOIS THERE?!?!?! GET ME ONEEEEEEEE!!!! -Signe ;)))))) - Received, 6:04 p.m.' Of course, typical Signe looking for her next snack. Even though I highly belive that Jack and her are going to live their whole lives together. Seeing as if a million replies are going to come in, I put my phone on silent and turned off the vibration, putting my phone in my back pocket. I have to find where the hell the school is and where I'm going before I do anything else.

Waiting a few minutes, I grabbed my suitcase from the conveyor belt and left the crowded airport. I stood outside, calling over a taxi while looking for the address of the school. I told the driver where to go, which was pretty difficult because he spoke Italian, but at the end, I got the school.

The driver helped me take my suitcase out of the trunk before leaving. That's when I looked up at the big school that had a sign of the school name: 'Mama Maria School of The Arts', written in bold on the top. Funny that the title was in English and not Italian. With a shaky breath, I went in the school and up to the line to on of the booths.

"Name?" A peachy girl of was sitting down asked. She had a bright smile on. It was pretty big, which meant it was more than likey forced.

"(Y/N) (L/N)." I repiled.

"Ah," She started while scanning through her big binder. "You're in West Coast, Part A, room 118 and your roommate is......Rachel Robins!" She cheered and handed me my copy of my room key with my time table. "And if I were your, don't tussle with the other West Coast girls. They don't like to play games."

"Wait, what do mean by West Coast?" I asked.

"You'll find out in two weeks." She winked. I shook it off, walking over to my dorms. Like the entrance of the school, there was big signs like 'West Coast', 'North Coast', 'Part A' and so on with different colours. Seeing that West Coast, Part A's sign was pink, I belive that it was the girls' dorms. And Part B's was blue, with boys walking in and out of the house. I took a big breath, nervously walking into the doom.

There, music was playing loud, there was people already scatter around and alcohol could be smelled from a mile away. I made my way up to the second floor, looking for my room. '116.....117.....118!" I cheered and entered the room. There, the face of a girl looked in my genral direction.

"Oh, hello." I started. I didn't know that she was here already.

"You're (Y/N)?" She asked and I nodded. "Rachel." She held out her hand and shook mine. Rachel was a tall light skin girl with freckles, very straight hair with a beret on and looked like she had was nice; very chill and laid back.

"You look beautiful." I commented. "You a model?" She laughed.

"No, and I could say the same to you. You don't look like the type who wears heels."

"I despise heels, but I will wear them for speical occasions." I repiled and we both chuckled. Looking behind her, I saw that she already had some of her stuff unpacked. Especially her stack of books on the big shelf behind her bed. Checking the time on my phone, there wasn't enough time to start unpacking because the entrance ceremony is about start. So, I just tossed my suitcase on my bland bed.

"I guess we should go to the ceremony before it's too late," I said, leaving the room with the girl following behind. There, we walked to the school and into the auditorium, taking a seat on the chairs farthest to the back.

"So, where you from?" I was asked while checking my phone. I literally haven't checked my phone for thirty minutes, and I already have over two hundred messages from everyone.

"I'm (Enter background). You?" I responded.

"Half Japanese, half Jamaican." The lights started to dim as more students entered the room and took a seat. That's when I put my phone away.

"Meaning you can make some blessed curry?" Rachel laughed.

"No joke, I've only made curry twice in my life. So...." She said just as the opening presentation started.

(AN: So I'm sitting in my living room, writing and shit and my brother is watching YouTube on the T.V. It was something about how Ricegum, and it caught my eye. So, I looked away from my phone for a bit and watch the video. And while I'm watching, I'm like 'Damn.....Ricegum is actually hot.' And I don't even watch him on a regular basis. He is attractive to a certain consent, but I don't like him. Namjoon is still my husband. But ANYWAYS

Thanks for reading,

And I'll see you,

In the next chapter.

BUH-BYE!!!

-Tasha.)