Skinny Love ( 2-D x Reader )

chapter one; the vanishing of Stuart Pot

             "Are you sure it works like this, Ma?"

             "Sim, é o que as instruções dizem."

     translation: Yeah, it's what the instructions say.

          Hello, my name is Veronica Luisa Flores, I've lived in rather big apartment in the outskirts of Rio De Janeiro in Brazil. If it wasn't for my mom's new job, I'd probably still be there. My mom taught English in high school. Or as we call it, alta escola. We moved here since my mom got a job opportunity to teach Portuguese in a local University. 

            "Here, I got it."

           For my birthday, my mom got me an electric guitar. I've been playing the acoustic guitar since I was 10, so for about 4 years. 

         Finally, the amp worked. With a few adjustments here and there, the guitar spoke gracefully.

       "Veronica your first day in Secondary school start tomorrow. Best if you got some sleep, okay amor?"

      "Tabom, okay."

        Each time I thought about school my heart skipped a beat, I got so much stress and anxiety from just thinking about it. The food, the uniforms, and most importantly the kids. In movies, it's very cliche for the kid to sit alone, get bullied, and then meet a few friends, and be happy? In Brazil I had plenty of friends. I sat with good people, laughed with good people. I am beyond terrified that it'll change. 

            My mom told me that some of the members of 'The Cure' went to St. Wilfred's. To me, that's fascinating. I've always been a huge fan of punk rock, rock n roll, pop music. You name it, I've listened to it. Not to sound very cheesy but music has always been a huge part of my life. And I actually mean it. I recently moved in this home like a week ago so the house looks so boring and empty. But with time, I'll make it look nice. It was 10:22 PM. My body was so used to going to bed at 12:00 that it was a bit difficult to go to bed this early. Class started at 7:00 sharp. So I'd have to wake up pretty fucking early to make it. In Brazil, school started in February so going to class in early September was strange. 

        the following day

beep beep beep

reach over to my bed stand, smashing the alarm with my palm. The numbers 5:30 struck boldly on the alarm clock, blinding me. Shit, well I guess this is it there's no going back I guess. I turn on my bright lamp. Opening my closet door I lay my eyes on it, the ugliest uniform I have ever seen. A blue plaid pencil skirt with black stockings and a hideous polo shirt to go along with it. This outfit looked as if a blind Sunday school teacher had picked it out. It screamed 'Social Reject.' I threw on the outfit trying to make it as cute as possible. But sadly, it was difficult knowing the form this outfit was in. For breakfast I made myself a toast but it turned out burnt so I didn't eat it. I also made myself some freshly squeezed orange juice. That should fill my stomach if the food tastes like utter shit. I stand in front of the body mirror looking my best. Breathe in, breathe out. I think I'm ready. The prepare myself to open the door until I see a sticky note from my mom that reads, 'Bom dia, I was called in a bit early then needed since it's the first day. I love you, good luck Veronica. - Mom.'

          I leave the house, my heart racing like crazy. My house was only a few blocks away from the school so it wasn't necessary taking the bus. I reached the school. It was super crowded, almost like a mosh pit but full of gross smelly teenagers. I look over to one of the girls near the front entrance.

"Hi excuse me, do you know where I can pick up my schedule?"

"Talk to me again and I'll kick your ass."

I awkwardly look down as she walks away. Socializing probably wasn't the best option. I spot the front desk from outside the school. Making my way over there, someone gets in front of me as soon as I open the door. She has pitch black hair, cherry red lips, and black eyeliner. As she looks directly as me, it feels as if she was sucking the soul out of me. 

"Hi... can I help you?"

She seems scary.

"Why haven't I seen you before? I know everyone."

"Oh I'm new here, I just moved here from Brazil."

"Oh my god, seriously."

I nod, I don't understand why she seemed so surprised.

"So cool. Oh my god, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Paula Cracker."

Paula Cracker. Maybe she isn't as mean as she seems?

"Pleased to meet you, I'm Veronica."

I put out my hand to shake, but she just lightly punched me on the shoulder instead. Maybe the kids of St. Wilfred's are friendly? Well since I just met someone decently nice I should take my chance.

"Wait Paula before you go, would you know where to get my schedule?"

"You can pick it up in the- OH MY GOD RACHEL, LONG TIME NO SEE. HOW WAS AMSTERDAM? YOU LOOK SO TAN, OH MY GOD."

No help. I continue waking to the main desk. 

"Hi, where can I pick up my schedule?"

"Right here, last name please?"

I glance over behind her, 'Missing Kid, 15, Blue Hair, Blue Eyes, 6'0, Last seen August 31st' His picture, he was so handsome. I only had one crush in Brazil, his name was Juan and we were 5. He didn't like me back so that was the end of it. At the time I was really sad but now it's pretty funny. But wow is that guy beauti-

"Hello? Last name?"

"Oh sorry, it's Flores."

"Oh your that new girl all the way from Brazil right?"

"Yeah that's me, Veronica."

"So Welcome, here's your schedule. I'm Ms. Norton, if you have any questions feel free to ask, no need to be sky."

"Thanks, and yes I do have a question. What do you think happened to that missing kid?"

I point to the poster behind her.

"Oh Stu Pot? He's a very sweet harmless kid. He couldn't have gone far."

I nod and head to my homeroom class. Where that kid, Stu Pot, is... I hope he's alright and safe.

Hello, I used to be Magpoo. I did a 2-D x reader story on that account but it was trash and my chapters wouldnt work, so here i am. 

I hope this turns out way better then the last one did, 

till next time loves <3

- lostmyeraser