𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 • 𝕓𝕨𝕤

1 • The Girl

"Y/N Louise Cantwell?"

"Present!"

Y/N Louise Cantwell was born and raised in a middle-class family. Her family is neither rich nor poor. You could say that she's lucky.

She's now 18 years old and she doesn't know what to do with her life. The girl thought she didn't have any talent, but she can act. She thought it was never enough and she told her family that she wanted to be a housewife in lieu of becoming a doctor of some sort.

The girl may have been lucky to be raised in a middle-class family, but her parents strongly dislike her. You see, the girl's parents only planned to have 4 children. Unfortunately due to...unprotected sex, she came into the world. The family didn't want to abort the child, because they're very well-known at the local church and it would be terrible for their image to abort a child especially when the church is pro-life, whether it be a mistake or not. It's not the baby's fault after all.

"Psst, Y/N!" a voice whispers next on her right.

Y/N looks to her right and she comes in contact with her friend, Blake's eyes looking at her.

Ahh, Blake Edward Richardson. Such a posh name. Where does one begin to describe Blake Edward Richardson?

He's tall and charming. He has brown eyes that will make you melt like chocolate in the summer's heat. His smile is perfect. His hair is almost black like a raven. Although he says that it's dark brown, people don't seem to believe him. Girls fall in love with the lad easily. He's flattered, but he tells his friends that it's already tiring to be handsome. Full of himself, that lad. Regardless of being a narcissist, he's sweet and caring like a true friend should be. He and Y/N have been friends since they were 6 years old. They met at the local church where Blake's family is also well-known there, because they just moved in town that time.

Funny how they start together at church (how religious), and now they're starting to question their beliefs.

"What do you want, Blake? I'm trying to listen." Y/N hisses quietly.

"Pfft. Yeah, right. You were almost asleep. Anyway me, Reece, and George are going to the rooftop later...y'know skip classes and all that. Do you want to come?" Blake invites in a whisper in fear that the teacher, who's intently watching the video she prepared for the class discussion, might hear him.

"You mean, just like last time? With alcohol? Count me in." Y/N chuckles lightly.

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"No one comes up here, right?" George asks.

"You asked that last time. Did anyone come up?" Y/N asks him. George shakes his head in response. "Then that's your answer." Y/N shrugs as she takes a big gulp of vodka straight from the bottle.

"I'm just scared that maybe this time someone will come up here." George sighs and leans on the balcony, whilst looking down at the janitor who looked like an ant from where he was, watering the plants in front of the school.

"Someone will really come up here if you lean and look down, G. You're blowing our cover, nuthead." Reece rolls his and drinks his beer.

"Don't act all saint-like. I'm sure there were saints who got drunk from time to time." Blake shrugs and drinks his beer.

"Yeah. St. Monica was an alcoholic and so was Venerable Matthew Talbot." Y/N says as she racks her brain for 'religious stuff'.

"Amen." Blake chuckles.

George Stephen Gresley Smith is very religious, because of his family. He's the one with conscience in the group. He always thinks before he acts unlike Reece, Blake, and Y/N. You could say that George has saint-like traits and features. His smile. His golden hair. His blue eyes that are like water. His soft face that makes him more innocent looking. He's a nice kid. He's the type of friend you can rely on and he's very trustworthy.

Reece Jamie Bibby isn't very religious. His family only ever confide with God whenever they're in trouble. According to the church, it shouldn't be like that. Well, not all families are the same. Whilst George's family are always present at the local church every Sunday morning with the Cantwells and Richardsons, Reece and his family and nowhere to be found. They're often going on trips and are far too busy being a family than being one with the church. Although Reece isn't religious, he's kindhearted and he's such a family man (which isn't surprising at all). He's the type of friend who acts like a parent (sometimes) when he feels the need to. If one of them is afraid to tell their own parents something, they tell Reece.

That's what makes the four of them best friends. They stick with each other through thick and thin.

"Bibby, Cantwell, Richardson, and Smith. To the principal's office, now!" a loud voice says.

The four of them look up to see their teacher, Mr. O'Neill, standing there with a stern look on his face.

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"Mum, I'm not sure I heard you right, but I think you said you're kicking me out?" Y/N couldn't believe what she was hearing. She must be dreaming.

"Oh, you heard me right, darling." Mrs. Cantwell says calmly, finally happy for getting rid of her mistake.

"You're kicking me out, because Mr. O'Neill caught my friends and I drinking?? What about the times when Harvey gets called on by the police? Or when Ella was caught having sex at a public place? And by the way, she's banned there. What about Michael when he threw a massive party without your permission and caused the whole neighborhood to call the police to stop the party because they couldn't sleep? Or what about Jane who you, yourself, caught having sex in yours and dad's room with some older guy who was on drugs? Oh yeah, she's pregnant now and she's just 19!" Y/N rants. Who could blame her? This issue is a minor thing compared to what her brothers and sister did in the past.

"Why do they get to stay and I don't?" the girl cries and looks at her mum as if her mum would change her mind if she saw her crying.

"They get to stay, because they were planned, Y/N. You were a mistake, so I'm happy to let you go." Mrs. Cantwell simply says, with zero mercy.

"Where will I stay?" she asks.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know and I don't care."

This is how Y/N ended up on the train station one night with all her things with her sitting next to a curly haired man eating a chicken sandwich with a huge duffel bag on his lap.

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A/N:

Shout out to ummmNewHopeClub for getting it right! It's Brad.

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