Voltron//Langst//One Shots

Welcome To Club Voltron (highschool au)

Hey guys, TheWingedWerewolf here. So I'm pretty much all better. A lot more tired.but better. Well here ya go. Oh and short message at the end~

Lance's POV

I am Lance McClain. Or atleast that's my adoptive last name. I don't know my actual last name. I was adopted at the age of 5 after my parents and siblings were slaughtered by a accidentally unleashed serial killer. I have been selective mute ever since. Because I am mute I never made any friends and decided to be home schooled. Until Now. My mom is "worried" tha I have no social life. So now I have to go to goddamn highschool got my freshman year. Thanks mom. Anyway let's start off my absolutely HORRIBLE day with me getting up to early. "I woke up 5 hours before school . Great." I mumble to myself. I took out a pocket knife and walked into my bathroom. Then I started cutting. Nowadays I just do it for the fun and pleasure. And when I'm stressed or having anxiety. I cut about several times on my body before taking a warm shower. I then put on some black jeans , an oversized blue hoodie and a black cap. I go downstairs to find my adoptive mom, Hailey making some toast. I sit down and she looks at me. I give her one of the best fake smiles I can and whisper "Good morning, Hailey" Shd says good morning back and gives me breakfast. After that I started heading out the door. Hailey gives my a kiss on my forehead and smiles before letting me leave. I wave and walk down the side walk towards that hell hole called school. I enter the building, 20 minutes early because I wake up at freakin 2 in the morning. Anyway...I take out A piece of of paper with my schedule, locker num., etc... and head to my locker and neatly put my things away. Or atleast it's what I would do if I wasn't climbing 50 million stairs. This highschool is public and shit but it is as big as a friggin college campus. (Not really but it had four floors and is really wide width wise). I find out that I went to the third floor for nothing though because my freaking locker is on the damn second floor. I walk down there and find my locker. I shove my backpack in there angrily,lock it and walk off. I still have ten minutes  so I put some money in my lunch account and then find my class. Before pulling out a old shitty sketch book I draw in I found a seat in the back of the class and looked around the class. It was huge. There was two desks so I assumed two teachers teach each class or like a co teacher. There was a boy, He looks Hawaiian. He had a friend vibe, but I still don't want to trust him. I seen him chatting to a smaller female that looks like she should be in 6th grade. She is obviously going for more of a male look to show power in her or I am over thinking it.  but most people probably think she's male. I can see why though. There is also a shorter kid with a mullet. He looked as if he was engaged with the conversation. I assume they are all friends. An orange haired man walks in. He looks older. Probably the teacher-damn it I'm being weird again. I keep on like aynalyzing  people up all the time. Idk why but I'm like a robot  aynalyzing life. Just another reason I don't  fit in. I pull out my sketch book and start drawing the trio of friends talking. They were fun to draw. So many happy expressions.. it made me feel warm and bubbly. I smiled to myself as the bell rang and all the other students flooded in and found their seats. As soon as the bell rang the teacher started talking. He was a cool teacher. Crazy but cool. We went through class talking about who we are and stuff. I am pretty sure this is how the rest of the other classes will be- "Hey?" Someone was touching me. Holyyy shit what do i do! I look up and stare at them like a freak. "Um hi my name is Hunk" I snap out of my anxiety trap and look at him now confused. "You looked sorta lonely so I was wondering if you wanted to maybe sit by my and my friends over there?" He was like a general giant. He was big and looked tough but I think he's just a soft nice guy. I still won't talk to him though. I look back down at my sketch book and start drawing. He stands there for a minute before leaving.  Overall the day wasn't horrible. Until now. I had just opened my locker when my face got slammed into the one next to it. This man with beautiful white hair and a smooth British accent grabbed me by the head and shoved me to the ground. I stared in horror as blood stained my clothes. "Your my new pet. And if you don't listen then this will happen again. You here?" The man said with pride. I quickly nodded, not wanting to get hurt anymore. This was going to be a horrible year.. nobody even tried to stop that man from beating me...I see how it is-I was about to get up when I was yanked into a dark room. What then hell is gonna happen now..

So thank y'all so much for reading my updates on my heath and thanks for the feel betters. I really appreciate it. This is something I have had in mind for awhil so I hope y'all like it. There will definitely be a part two with more angst~~~ >:) Cìao for now my paladorks~

Edit-I edits this a bit Yeet