Lavender Thorns

Chapter 1- Virgil

A/N: I don't know how apartments or colleges work, so please don't attack me if anything in here is wrong.

I rolled over and groaned as my alarm blared in my ear. Waking up was a chore and it made me almost wish I never chose to do even more school after the near-death experience of highschool. But alas, I need the degree to get a stable job... or the job that I want at all.. More on that later. 

I sighed and rolled back over, hitting the stop button and throwing the sheets off my body as I rolled out of bed. I rummage through my duffel bag and bookbag for a moment before I pull out some black ripped jeans, an MCR shirt, some eyeshadow, foundation, and my 'signature' black hoodie. It's not really very special. It's just a black hoodie with white drawstrings.

I don't have a lot, but it's all packed in these two bags so I can move to the campus. I've lived here for a little bit, and have gotten to know the owners of the apartment complex, even thinking of them like guardians.

I finish getting ready and walk into my meager kitchen, looking through my pantry, finding a box of cereal and pulling some milk out of the fridge. I made my cereal and ate, nothing too special, I don't need to describe it. 

I threw my paper bowl away and put the cereal in my bag, because I'm not wasting that crap. I have no money for expensive food, or food in general. 

Pulling out my phone and earbuds, I turn back around as I'm halfway out the door, taking a last look at the apartment I've lived in for a little over four years now. I let out a small smile, more of a smirk really, and shut the door, locking it behind me and walking towards the stairs. Luckily, I only live on the second floor. 

At the front desk, there's a woman probably in her fifties. She seems like the type to bake four batches of cookies and go and give them to all of her neighbors before inviting them to a cookout. I know this, because she's done it before. 

"Hi, Mrs. Bancroft!" I chirped. I'm usually not very bright or bubbly, but Mrs. Bancroft is like a mom to me. 

She looks up from the book she was reading and raises her glasses. "Oh my! Hello Virge! You're up early!"

I give her a small chuckle and put my keys on the counter. "Yeah, I have to head to the college dorms today..." I suddenly become more aware of how much I'll miss as I glanced around.

Mrs. Bancroft nodded a bit. "I made you some cookies to take with you. Oh... I'll miss you Virge.." She stood up suddenly with a mischievous look on her face. Which confused me before I caught on and my eyes widened.

"No wait-" I pleaded.

Mrs. Bancroft turned around and opened a door to an office, where her husband, Mr. Bancroft was working in. 

"Oh dear~" She chirped. "It's Virgil's last day~"

I put my hands together and pleaded but was cut short as Mr. Bancroft came bursting out of his office. 

"IT'S MY BOY'S LAST DAY." He boomed as he came out. I attempted to escape with my life but Mr. Bancroft turned into Sonic and ran across the lobby to give me the biggest, and scariest bear hug.

I chuckled lightly, as I was suffocating before he let me go. He looked almost in tears. "My boy's all grown up!" 

Mr. and Mrs. Bancroft aren't my biological parents, but might as well be. I came here as a fourteen year old, needing help and they gave it, and so much more. I owe them. 

"I'm not your son," I chuckled.

Mr. and Mrs. Bancroft both did a visible gasp. It made me chuckle even more, almost turning into a full on fit of laughter. "Virgil, stop denying it. You are our child."