Separated At Birth

Chapter 1

The school bell rung, signaling the students to change classes. Once I got to my classroom, I dropped my backpack to the ground, and flopped into my seat. I take out my textbook, spiral notebook, and a mechanical pencil. My legs are sped out in front of me in a relaxed position. I propped my head on my hand, and I tapped my pencil onto my desk out of boredom. 

I closed my eyes, and daydreamed about meeting my real family. Maybe my father is tall, like six feet tall, muscular, and has a golden retriever with a black color with cross bones on it. My mom would be kind and loving, she could be wearing summer dresses and just bring a smile to someone's face even in the darkest of places. It would be the perfect ideal family. 

"(Y/n), listen!" The teacher yelled at me. I look up at the teacher's ugly face. She has more wrinkles then she does hair. I tried not to snicker, but it is so funny. I stop tapping my pencil then look at my blank notebook. I haven't written anything on it, not even a doodle. I usually doodle what my family would look like. Would they have (s/t) skin, (h/c) hair, (e/c) eyes like I do?

"Sorry." I said to the teacher. I look to the ground and whisper, "not sorry."

"(Y/n)!" The teacher screamed. I am surprised that the 300k year old hag could even hear my whisper. She must have artificially made ear drums "Go to the princables office at once!!"

I rolled my eyes. Honestly, I think all that yelling caused the old hag to loose her voice for the rest of class. My classmates can thank me later. I stuffed my books and pencil into my backpack, swung it over my shoulders, and left the classroom. 

I knock on the door to the principle's office.

"Come in." Mr. Pepperoni says. His real name is Albert Hanover, but his bright red hair gave me the idea to call him a pepperoni. He doesn't mind.

I open the door slowly and stepped in. Mr. Pepperoni motioned me to take a seat in the swivel chair in front of his desk. I slipped my backpack off and take a seat looking serious. All the seriousness faded when I started spinning myself in circles. 

Mr. Pepperoni folded his hands together, ignoring my silliness. From my perspective, he just gave up on trying to reason with me. Don't worry, so have my parents.

"What is it this time, (y/n)?" He asked.

"You know. The usual." I say. I do this so many times, Mr. Pepperoni knows exactly what I did.

"You need a better hold on yourself." he says then opens a file on his desk with my name on it. "Skipping classes, countless detentions, talking back, throwing food at students..." he mumbles. I sit back, not regretting anything I've done. "I am sorry y/n, but your expelled."

 I stop spinning. My eyes widen. I never been expelled before. Oh, my parents are going to kill me.

"Say what! You can't do that!" I shouted. I stood up fighting the nausea I feel from spinning so much.

"Actually I can." Mr. Pepperoni said. I pick up my bag then exit the office. I skipped out the doors of the school. I am finally free from school life. Yay!

Once I got home, I set my bag down at the front door. I headed to the kitchen to grab a bag of potato chip and turned on Nickelodeon on the living room television. They're airing SpongeBob SquarePants. 

The phone rang. I sighed in frustration and picked up the impatiently ringing phone. 

"Y/N, HOW COULD YOU!!!!!!!!" My mom screamed at the other side of the phone.

"What?"

"YOU ARE GOING BACK TO PARIS, YOU ARE NO LONGER MY CHILD!"

"Mom?" I talked in a whisper. Confusion came to my mind.