𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓶𝓼: 𝒫𝑜𝓃𝓎𝒷𝑜𝓎 𝒞𝓊𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓈 𝓍 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

New

C/O/C- choice of car

Y/n pov

I was moving from my old home town Derry, Maine to my new town Tulsa, Oklahoma. Ready for a new life, I unpacked and thanked the moving men. They were so kind, they took care of everything, putting it in the exact places I wanted. They then tipped their hats and were off to the truck. I tried to give them a tip, but they said, "it's quite alright pretty lady. Don't worry about being new, you will definitely enjoy the neighborhood!" And with that they were off. Lemme recap who I am, and how I got here. My name is Y/N, i am 15 about to turn 16. Although, I don't look 15, rather 18 or so. My parents, they, died. My father died at the hands of my mother. And as for my mother, she killed herself right after she killed my father, how I know? I had a front row seat.

My father, Y/F(ather's) /N was a good man who was loved and known by many. Mother, the same. However, over the years, my mother and father had drifted away, no longer sharing the same love they had for years. I guess those years were too long ago. My mother had moved from my father taking me with her to Derry, Maine, while father stayed back at our old house. I used to wonder why he never visited, I thought he loved me no matter what, even if my mom could be a bother sometimes, I later learned the truth. And it wasn't like i had a problem with being with her every day and night, I loved her, don't get me wrong, but I never saw my father in a while.

I loved my parents. Both of them the same. The reason I'm the way I am now is because of them, they've created me and helped me grow into a beautiful, powerful, and smart women.

They've sacrificed practically everything for me, for they dealt with it 27 years ago. They called me star child, compared to my siblings I was the only one who didn't turn out a druggie, or a slut, or on the streets, the only hard working kid that owned the last name, L/N. My parents loved me, and they made it obvious as well. I was very popular in Derry, Maine, known in the streets and in school. Star Cheer captain as well. People call me perfect, but they don't know what I've been through, they wouldn't understand either, they'd think I'm crazy, that's why I like to keep to myself. Although I was social, it was only when people spoke to me. They would compliment my pretty looks, boys and girls. Guys would compliment my body or more like perv on it, luckily my father, A professional MMA fighter, taught me a few tricks of his own when I was about 12. My mother, a wonderful musician and artist, is where I got my calm and collective side, she's also the reason I love music. I never was that good at drawing though. My mother gave me her long beautiful brown hair as well, and my father gave me beautiful E/C gleaming orbs. Gorgeous lips that anyone would want a taste of. My bodacious curves could put anyone in a trance. I had boys running around the block for me. However, all the attention never did spark my interest. Most people weren't aware that I liked to keep to myself.

Tomorrow was my first day in Will Rogers High school. I was excited for my new life. I had a tough shell due to my parents, nothing could get to me. Back at Derry no one messed with me, no one would even try to start anything with me. Not even Bowers or Keene (the bullies/ popular kids), they were to busy kissing my ass. Keene telling me how pretty I am. Bowers telling me how hot I am. I was a big geek, books were overflowing my book shelf. Most being study guides, some being entertainment books. My mother and father taught me that education was key, and that I should never let anyone see me cry, or else they'd know I'm weak, and that'd make me a target. The night my parents died, the happy Y/N died. I had no more tears to shed. My eyes dried up. I had a great childhood, but not everything lasts.

I later found out the reason why Father never visited or anything. One, Mother wouldnt allow it. And two, He didn't even know where we lived, Mother tried to be as private with our life as possible. Shutting out everything.