(Y/N) is a new transfer student from okasses prep, she hoped things at phoenix drop would be different, and she got her wish, but not the way she wanted. (Warning, there might be a small Lemon entered into this.)
Hi, i'm (Y/N), and I just transferred from Okasses Prep to Phoenix Drop High. I wasn't exactly popular at Okasses, and i was often picked on for my two different colored eyes. My left eye is (E/C) and my right eye is (E/C). I struggle to make friends because i suffer from extreme social anxiety. I used to talk to people, but ever since i moved out of my old neighbor hood and away from my best friend, oh how I miss my ZuZu.... I just didn't want to try again to make friends. After awhile, my mother and father began to notice this and took me to see a doctor, where they told my parent's that i was suffering from depression. About a year after we found out, my mother grew sick and passed away. And here is where it begins....
"(Y/N)...I know you don't want to move, but we have to...I can't stay in that house any longer, and maybe this will be good for you." My dad said driving to our new house.
"Dad..it's not that i don't want to move...it's just that...I don't know anyone here so what if they don't like me, or I do something to upset someone..."
"(Y/N), I promise nothing bad will happen, that's why were moving here." My father stopped the car "We're here..."
I looked out my car window and sighed. It was a decent sized house, It was honestly kinda pretty. I wonder which room will be mine... I thought to my self as i stepped out of the car and stood in the driveway.
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"Wow..." I said to myself as i walked to the door and opened it. The inside of the house was pretty bland, and there were boxes all over the house. A few of my boxes were sat on the couch. I waited for my dad to enter the house before i just started walking around.
My father walked into the room. and smiled gently at me.
"Go find your room, There's 4 of them one for your room, one for your studio and them my room and my office." He smiled and put his hand on my shoulder "I think your really gonna like it here (Y/N)"
I nodded and went upstairs to find where i wanted my room. Among looking around and getting slightly lost, like the idiot that i am..., I stumbled apon a medium sized room. This is the one I thought to myself and I then walked downstairs to collect the boxes for my room. The first thing that I did was hang up my P!ATD posters. I had the biggest crush on Brendon Urie.
One i finished with my room, I moved on to my studio. I Write music, play instruments, and i really like to make art. So I use that room for all types of stuff. My dad says that i spend to much of my time in my studio, than with being with other people but, it's the only place where I feel like i can truly be myself.
As i thought to myself about how I would set this up...My childhood friend came to mind. I can't remember him that well anymore, all i remember about him is that i called him my ZuZu. I miss him, when we were younger i fell for him, and he told me that he didn't see me that way. That was the day that i moved. I didn't want to hurt every time we spoke, so i deleted his number from my phone.
I was pulled from my thoughts by my father calling me to come eat dinner. So i walked down the stairs, ate, kissed him goodnight, and went to my room to sleep.
Around 3 in the morning, i woke, unable to sleep any longer and walked to my studio and began painting. When i was finished i looked at it and I smiled. Even though I can't remember him..i guess i still love him...
And with those last thoughts i went back to sleep after hanging it up.
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