The Library (Pernico)

Chapter 1

AN: Hey Guys! If you're reading this, thank you. This is my first story, so if you see mistakes in spelling, or see anything that doesn't look right, feel free to comment. Other than that, Enjoy!!

Nico's p.o.v

"Nico. Nico, you gotta go to school." My sister says above me. I groan and roll over. I pull my blankets tighter around my small body.

"Bianca. Go. I don't want to go to school." I mutter. She rolls her eyes and yanks me up. I fall to the floor, in a giant, blanket and sheets wrapped cocoon. She laughs. I stand in my sweatpants and T-shirt. I take off my blankets, then I move to get back into bed, but she grabs my shoulders and shakes them. I feel like !my brain just got a rude prod with a stick.

"Hey! Okay I'm up!" I shout and roll my eyes as she runs out of the room. After a few seconds later, I recover from my dizziness. Time to prepare for school.

Who knows. Maybe you'll make friends.

"As if." I mutter to myself, pulling on a black skull and crossbones shirt that is so loose around me, i feel like there is nothing there, along with my black jeans that have a small rip on the knee and my aviators jacket. I pull a chain belt around my small waist. Not that I need it, it just sort of goes with the outfit. The life of the shadow in the back of the room. At least I Like my clothes.

Maybe senpai will notice you.

Not in those clothes he won't.

"I need to stop reading Manga."

"Hurry up Nico!" My mom yells. I grab my binder and backpack from my floor and run. I yank on my black shoes, running into the kitchen. I snatch the toast from Bianca's hands, yell a goodbye and run outside. No friends to walk with me. Ah, the life of the lonely high schooler. I scarf down the dry toast as I run. And yes, there is a choking hazard, but i am used to eating on the run. I feel my backpack slipping, so I stop to adjust it. I watch my binder fall and my geography homework floats out. I really hate math sometimes. Its too hard to concentrate when you have dyslexia and ADHD.

"F! Nico, see me after class." I t reads. I scowl. Second week of high school and I'm already failing my geography class. I haven't been sleeping very well. I hardly ever do. I rub my eyes, pick up my books, and take off again.

"HEY NICO!" I hear someone yelling, but I don't stop. Lots of people know my name. Only because at our highschool, you are forced to learn everyone in your homerooms name. I have a list. I grimace and see the highschool doors. The shouts follow me until I run inside, my forehead beaded with sweat. I live so close to school. I hate knowing people know me. I just want to be left alone. And usually I am. My pale skin and dark clothes contrast, and tend to make people stay away from me. I'm fine with that. Once the class completely forgot I was there and I skipped. I mostly wandered around, looking at the posters. I shake off the thought. The hall overcomes mE with people and sounds, and I walk to my locker. It opens with a light whooshing sound. A piece of paper sits on the bottom, as if it fell from the locker above. Except I have a top locker. My otherwise empty locker soon occupies my backpack. I pull out my homeroom notebook, grabbing the note. I'm a bit intrigued by who would want to talk to me. I close my locker and walk off to class. I try to figure out the handwriting. Not Biancas, definitely. I slide into my seat as The teacher does roll call. I didn't concentrate on what was written until now.