Y/N= Your name
L/N= Last name
H/C= Hair colour
H/L= Hair length
E/C= Eye Colour
F/C= Favourite colour
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"Please come back soon dad... we'll all be here waiting. Just please be safe."
"Don't you worry little miss Y/N. I'll be back"
The words echoed in her head as the vision of her father distorted and faded away
"Wait don't go!" Y/N cried out, "You can't leave me again! Wait-"
Beep Beep Beep
The H/C girl rose from her bed and slammed her alarm clock. The look of annoyance was plastered on her face as she dragged herself to the washroom.
"Tch. Let's just get today over with." Y/N groaned, stomping into the shower.
The day went as follows for the girl, rise out of bed with immense difficulty, stand in the shower for a good 20 minutes while having a fake argument with the shampoo bottles about insignificant issues, brush her teeth, putting on low effort makeup and throwing on her uniform along with her signature jacket. It was the same routine that she's been through for almost four years now. She's been going at it for so long that she could walk out the front door within an hour, which gave her enough time to slip past the "entourage" that would drag their feet while gawking at some guy. Your footsteps made it apparent to everyone in the house that the moody teen was up and at it again. You made it to the kitchen and heard the sweet voice of your mother trying to lift your spirits.
"Good morning sweetheart! You hungry?" She said with a smile.
"No, I just need to get out of here so I can beat the hoard of bitches who'll probably make their entrance in about... ten minutes." The girl glanced at her watch, trying to figure out the fastest route to school. Her thoughts were interrupted when her mother uttered the very words that shook Y/N to her core.
"Language Y/N. How many times should I have to tell you this?" Your mother said with a stern look on her face.
The same conversation you had with your father before he left flashed in your mind and you couldn't help but ball your fists until your knuckles turned white. Before you could retort another voice made its way in the conversation.
"Oh mom, Y/N is just in a sour mood. She didn't mean to say those things. Right Y/N?" The girl nudged your arm delicately despite trying to be rough.
That girl was your twin sister Hiyori L/N. Every feature of hers lined up with yours, from the way your hair parted to the
E/C hue in your eyes, although she had a much softer face compared to the hardened expression you could never seem to wipe off your face.
"Uh... ya I guess."
"Anyways don't you have to get to school sis? You don't want to trail behind the 'annoying girls' don't you." Hiyori grinned, raising her hands to make air quotes to try and fix your error from earlier.
"Ya, I should." Y/N grabbed her F/C backpack and lazily put on her white high tops. "See ya." She waved.
"Y/N is that really school appropriate?" Your mother huffed.
It took you a second to realize what your mother was talking about until you looked at yourself in the front door mirror. To pair with your white high tops you had tights that reached your thighs with a ton of tears that were already there when you purchased them, the purple skirt of the school uniform although it was altered to reach just the top of your tights, a white long sleeve shirt that was tucked into your skirt and your signature purple jacket that your father gave you before his departure.
"What's wrong with it?" Y/N gripped her arm as she questioned her mother.
Your mother took a long sigh knowing she would not win this battle. She knew all too well what that jacket meant to you.
"Nothing sweetheart just have a good day, okay?"
Y/N took that as a sign to leave before things escalated and made her opened her door to start another day of hell- uhh school.
"Byyeeeee Y/N have a good day at school!" Your sister chirped.
"Ya ya, I will."
The second you made your way off the porch of your house you stuck your earbuds in and drowned out any sounds of the outside. It never used to be this way, you were always a sociable person that enjoyed everyone's company. The older you got the more annoyed you became of the people around you.
As you made your way to school you heard the annoying sound of the so-called "hoard of bitches" or "annoying girls".
You couldn't help but pinch the bridge of your nose as you grumbled, "Oh give me a break. Thought I'd make it past them but I guess I'll have to push through them. Damn it."
The closer you got the easier it was to see what the girls were so infatuated with. The one and only resident delinquent, Jotaro Kujo.
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Okay, I finally finished the first chapter since I've been kinda putting it off... haha whoops. I really hope you enjoy this and don't you worry you'll get more of your bad boy Jotaro in the next chapter (which will be released this week) so please stay tuned. Also sorry for any grammar mistakes(*ﾟ▽ﾟ)
Thanks for reading
Maki♡
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The Girl in the Purple Jacket
Fanfiction"My family is counting on me to stay alive. I won't let anyone get in the way of me and my family... not even a worthless piece of shit like you!" She growled, gripping the left side of her jacket. "I'm not dying like this... he wouldn't have wante...
