Where Have You Been All My Life!?

Chapter 1

Place: Washington
Month: December, winter time

M/N's POV

I woke up to my alarm going off. Ugh, how I hated that thing. Once I threw it across the room, I stood up and looked outside. It was snowing a bit, I smiled, knowing that my friends will be happy about this. I went to my closet and got changed.

(Pick an outfit)

(Outfit 1)

(Outfit 2)

(Outfit 3)

(Now, pick a scarf)

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After I got done changing, I went to the kitchen where my mom is, and her boyfriend Ken is there too. Ken doesn't really like me but I don't mind him, as long he treats my mother right, I won't kill him. Speaking about killing, the news showed that there were two murders last night. Which was weird, my gang and I killed one person that bullied kids. Who killed the other one?.. Nevermind that, I had 30 minutes to get to class. I quickly ate my breakfast then brushed my teeth and hair. I then grabbed my backpack and went to the door.

Mom: Aren't you forgetting something, sweetheart?

M/N: Oh!

I went to my mom and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

M/N: Bye mom!

And with that, I left my cozy home and headed straight to hell..

(Timeskip to his first class)

As I sat down, I saw that my gang was around me, that made me smirk.

Tyson: H-Hey Wright-

M/N: Tyson, I told you to not call me by my last name. Call me M/N, okay? Or would you like me to call you Erin Rogers?

Tyson: F-Fine, anyway, h-how are you M-M/N? Did you h-hear the news?

M/N: I did. I find this rather interesting. I wonder who killed the other person.

Tyson: Y-Yeah.

My bestfriend Tyson, he has a ticking problem and he stutters a lot. This causes a lot of bullying but I don't mind it. Each time I see him getting bullied, I always help him. But like me, he never met his real father. And he really doesn't care like me. All my gang members either don't know their real father or their real mother and we don't care. They all had 14 or 15 years to come back home but they didn't. We all agree that they're scumbags who should die. Welp, time for the lesson to start, Mr. P came in already and he's done get organized. This will be "fun"....

(Timeskip to lunch)

M/N: FREEDOM!!!

I was yelling while running to the cafeteria. My friend Tyson following behind and my other friends waking to us. Once I got to the table where the food is or how I call it "Peace maker table", I picked out my food which was some fries, fruit punch juice, hamburger, and a brownie. I went to pay and when it was finally my turn to pay, some snobby kid pushed me, but thank goodness I didn't drop my food. When I looked at the kid I realized he's one of the bullies, I call him, jackass.

Jackass: Watch where you're going you peace of shit.

M/N: I was in front of you, you little dick!

Jackass: How dare you! You and me, behind the school at 3:00 PM, don't be late!

And with that, he left. Leaving his payed food behind. The lunch ladies gave it to me and I payed for my food. I decided to give the other tray of food to Tyson who forgot his money, again.

(That's all for now folks!)
(And, do you know who your father is?)