HIDDEN PAIN 𐦍 GarrothXReader

01| Welcome to Phoenix Drop

     I wait in my seat, tugging on my necklace, as I watch the clock tick by.

Please, ring, damn it.

And by the name of Irene, it rings and I'm the first one out of my seat. That's what happens when you hate a class with a passion.

People crowd into the hallways, chatter and loud laughing echoing through the halls.

I swing my locker door open and place my book away inside, moving a lock of my hair behind my ear. Oh, I have Geometry next. Crap.

  "Move!" I'm pushed into my locker, dropping my books to the floor. I swing my hanger across the bar and catch a glimpse of long, hot pink hair, along with her minions, walking away from me. They cackle like witches. Well, stereotypical witches that it.

Ginny flashes me a smirk, then gives me the bird as she disappears down another hallway. Asshole.

My locker mate, whose name I've learned is Noah, holds out his hand and helps me out of my cubby. I adjust my skirt a little and let out a sigh.

  "Could've said something." He scoffs.

  "Nope. I'm just..." I smooth my hair down. "I'm gonna ignore it, and relax."

  "Wow, I dream of having your patience."

  "Years of dealing with parents and kids will do that to you," I mutter.

Besides Noah helping me out of the locker, pretty much nobody else seemed to notice. A usual occurrence here at Phoenix Drop High. At least has been for the past month.

I moved in with that girl Ginny and her family a while ago. I hate them.

Her father's name is Ryland, he works in construction and makes a good income for the family, which is probably why they were able to foster.

Anyways, when he's drunk, he can become the meanest and most violent person in the world, not that he isn't already mean when sober though. He's an alcoholic, so basically like some of the other foster fathers I've had.

Then there's Ashlee, Ginny's mother. Ashlee is a quiet person, but she is strict, mean, and completely neglectful of me. She acts like I'm not even there half the time, completely ignores me, and barely remembers to set a plate out for me- not that I care about the food though.

She works as an ER nurse at Phoenix Drop Memorial, so she comes home tired, and pretty much fed up with human beings. Understandable, but not in the way she responds.

Oh, then there's Genevieve, everybody calls her Ginny though. She's a sophomore so about a year younger than me. Also, a total spoiled brat. 

Her dad treats her like a fucking princess, gives her everything she wants, and babies her in a way that annoys both Ashlee and me. She can do anything she pleases, but when I'm busy at the house she decides to come bother and pick on me.

Just yesterday she came by my room when I was drawing and accidentally spilled her drink all over the paper. I was mad, but if I had even made a noise of anger, she would've run crying to her dad about how I was being nasty to her. I would've gotten beaten. So, I shut my mouth.

This home is testing my patience and I don't know how much longer I can bite my tongue.

  "Ms. (L/N)," A thud on my desk snaps me from my inner monologue.

I look up and meet my furious teacher's eyes, the class around me snickering. My face gets hot and I glance down. "Quit daydreaming and do your work." I nod staring at the ground and watch her heels walk away.