(Y/N) (L/N), the Ultimate Telepathic Artist, has been excepted to the greatest high-school on the planet, Hope's Peak High. She plans to finally get away from her past to start a great future. Here she will be excepted, at least that's what she was...
(Don't mind the picture above... I just found it funny XD)
Slight Trigger warning if you are uncomfortable with the mention of self-harming please read carefully.
Present Day
(Y/N)'s pov
Beep! Beep! Beep! I stared at my alarm clock as it went off at a whopping... 5 AM! Oh. Wait... I forgot that school started today. Good. I finally get to leave this hell-hole.
I quickly got up and turned off my alarm. I sighed as I looked around my room to find my outfit for today. I chose a simple grey tank top with a black "Panic! at the Disco" crop top over it. For my bottoms, I put on some blue galaxy leggings and some blue jean shorts. I finished this outfit with my black combat boots and a black sweater saying "Could be GAYER" tied around my waist.
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With newfound confidence (of which I lack) I strutted out my door listening to some music. It was by now 5:30. It took me an hour to walk to the school so I had to be heading by 6.
I headed downstairs to begin cooking the last breakfast in a while that I would dread. As I walked over to the stove I heard Mrs. Greenberg call out to me.
"(Y/N)!" She basically screamed at me.
"Yes, ma'am?" I question.
"You aren't wearing long sleeves to cover those nasty arms of yours. Yes, I do see the sweater, but you must wear that at all times when your not in this house!"
I sighed " Yes ma'am." I quickly make some pancakes and served half to her. I quickly scarfed down my pancakes so I could quickly finish getting my stuff.
As I head down the stairs to leave for hope's peak I noticed Mrs. Greenberg glaring at me until I put on my sweater. While putting it on I took the time to read her mind but quickly stopped for it was just insults thrown my way.
Oh. I must have forgotten to mention some quick details about myself. I'm (Y/N) (L/N) but you can call me (N/N). I'm a freshman in high school, have a twin brother that I never see and have psychic abilities. I can read people's minds, teleport and distort people's views. Anyway, back to the story.
I strutted out the front door thankful that I no longer have to deal with that She-demon. I've had enough of her crap. I continued walking down the street, putting some earbuds in and listening to music. I continued that until I walked up to the front gate of my new high school, Hope's Peak Academy. I calmly (well, as calmly as I could)walked through the door just to start getting an unsettling feeling in my stomach. I shake it off and took one more step. After that all I could see was darkness.
