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Y/N's POV

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Y/N's POV

I was being pushed out of Miki's house, LITERALLY. The door shut in my face, and I heard Miki's mum, I think, Screaming at Miki. I could hear Miki's retorts whitch were quite harsh, and a loud SMACK. I better get going... I thought whilst traveling the drive-way.

I finally made it home. VERY late, it was almost eight o'clock. I didn't realise how far away Miki's house was. "Mum's gonna kill me..." I muttered whilst slouching through the hallway. "Y/N! GET YOUR FUCKING ASS HERE RIGHT FUCKING NOW." Mum screamed. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?! I TOLD YOU TO GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!" I just kept on walking over to the stairs. "ALRIGHT LITTLE MISSY GET HERE RIGHT NOW!" She speed walked over to where I was and slammed me against the wall. I punched her right in the nose, and she screamed her head off. Her nose began to bleed so I escaped while I could.

I ran up the stairs and into my bedroom. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!? WHY DID I DO THAT!? I wondered, extremely angry at myself.

The next day...

Trotted up to the school gates. It was very early in the morning, "almost five in the morning," I mumbled whilst looking away from my watch. I spotted Miki crouched over a bush, she looked... psychotic... "Hey Miki! What's up?" I greeted. "Y/N! Uh... I-I was j-just..." She stuttered. She still looked psychotic. "Are you alright?" "Yes! I'm perfectly f-fine..." "Okay..." I walked off to place my books inside of my locker. Miki trotted behind me, with a gigantic bag. "Um... that's quite a big bag for books..." I told. "I have extra subjects," Miki responded. There was then an announcement over the speaker. ALL STUDENTS IN SCHOOL AT THE MOMENT, MUST LEAVE. THERE WAS A RECENT DEATH HERE AND WE CANNOT RISK ANY MORE. PLEASE LEAVE. THE POLICE WILL ARRIVE SOON, IF YOU HAVE NOT LEFT. "We better leave..." I muttered to Miki. She nodded and we made our way out of school.

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