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"he never told me his name..."
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y/n lived like that for the rest of her middle school life. she hated every single second of it.
But she couldn't do anything about it. Sometimes she wouldn't even be allowed to go to school.
She would sneak out and go to school because her "parents" were asleep 'till like 8 pm.
Some days they were asleep for more time. which counted as a good day.
But sometimes they would drink a lot the previous night they would wake up with a horrible hangover. Causing them to be even moodier and angrier all the time.
Those... were the bad days...
One night in particular...
Was the most horrible...
Flashback~~~
It was one of those bad days. They drank so much yesterday I was expecting them to be in a bad mood the next day.
But not that bad...
"Finally!" you sighed, happy that you finished your shift but kinda dreading going home. you changed from your uniform to your regular clothes. You said goodbye to your co-worker and friend, Mina Ashido, and left.
Mina was your only friend at work. She is also planning to go to UA she convinced you to go when you were uncertain.
You started walking home feeling the dread build up in your stomach. You felt sick like something's bad going to happen soon.
You decided to ignore that feeling and you went home regardless.
When you heard the shouts you instantly regretted coming. Before you could turn around and run away. You heard someone shout your name. You flinched at the sound of your foster mom screaming at you.
You knew you couldn't turn back now. So you went inside and stayed with them.
You went into your "room" and hid an empty UA application form under your thin, dirty mattress that you slept on.
Then started doing your homework. But a certain angry bitch slammed your door open then started shouting at you. You ignored her and continued doing your homework but that only got her angrier she pulled you by your hair and ripped all the homework you were doing and then she started messing everything up then she flipped the mattress. The mood quietened down. Your foster mom crouched down took the paper and read through it roughly. she looked at you with anger in her eyes. More anger than before. she took you by your hair and slammed it onto the wall then started scratching you with her nails that she hadn't cut any time soon. Causing your face to bleed as you screamed at the pain.
