[U/C] Stranger Feelings || Mike Wheeler

Easy Street [8]

After 50 minutes of math the bell finally rang. Everyone takes their stuff and strolled out of the classroom. Will, Lucas, Dustin, and I walked up to Mrs. (Y/m/l/n).

"Ehh... Missh (y/m/l/n), can we ashk you shomething?" Dustin suggested. She turns around with a modest, friendly smile.

"Sure, what's wrong?" she replied as she takes a seat on her chair that remained in front of the class.

"Well... It's about (Y/n) we-" I cut Dustin off, "We wanna know if she's okay. She's not here on school and we wanna know why she ran away yesterday." She glimpses a little bit perplexed at us.

"Well, it's great to see you guys care about her. She hasn't got those friends for a while now." She chuckles softly, causing me to resemble a little bit doubtful.

"What do you mean, she hasn't got those friends?" Lucas announced as he gestures at all of us. She sighs, "It's complicated. Let's get not to much into that." We all look complicated at Mrs. (Y/m/l/n).

"We didn't live here for a reason, but decided to come back due to a certain person," she explained.

"Because of who?" Will asked. We all look at him because he spoke.

"I already told you guys too much." she smiles followed by a grin and stands up, taking her bag before exporting herself to the door.

"Mrs. (Y/m/l/n)..?" I ask carefully, she swirls around.

"You didn't respond to our question," I say again, carefully. She nods her head, mumbling:'Right'.

"She's alright. I think... You should communicate with her after school. She didn't tell me why she transmitted herself out, but I'm her mother. She had a fight. That's the only thing I can tell you." she explains with a polite smile before wandering off. I turn around facing my friends again.

"She's at her house, maybe we can go there at lunch?" Lucas suggests, trying to make a plan.

"Or we can skip classh?" Dustin responded with a goofy smile.

"It's just 3 more hours. We can discuss it in class." I propose as they nod. We then start walking towards our next class, History.

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Your pov

I'm just roaming around in my house, trying to clear my head. I'm glad mom left for work because I know she will treat me like a sick pet that she found in the sewers.  I walk towards the cuisine and open the fridge; there's some salad, eggs, cucumbers, cheese, some meat, milk, water, different types of soda, and some pancakes. I sigh, not knowing what to pick.

After a few seconds of deliberation, I take the pancakes, put them in the microwave and turn it on for 1 minute and 30 seconds. I start wandering upstairs towards my room to change my clothes since I still wore the same ones from yesterday. I open the wardrobe and look around. I take a pair of jeans and a way to long sweatshirt. I then put it on and stroll downstairs again as the microwave starts making a beeping sound. I could remark the aromas spreading through the room as I hurry to the kitchen, water starting to be formed in my mouth.

I take out the pancakes and walk to the table, laying it down. I then pull the chair back and take a seat. I glimpse around in the room as I start eating it.

After I finish my portion, I stand up and lay it in the sink. it's so quiet.. So peaceful just like in (Y/e/t Your early town). I manage myself towards the living room and take a seat on the carpeted floor. I look attentively at the tv. The button switches on and the tv starts playing a show. I smile satisfied as I catch a melody playing in the background of the program itself.