Bill x reader

Boys at the Barrens

A/n: These are just to help you imagine things more. Obviously you can pretend your wearing whatever you want though.

Your outfit for the day:

Your hair for the day, in your hair color though:

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To the story
During the spring when I came here, the worst thing that has ever happened to me happened. And it flipped my life upside down

My 7 year old sister went missing. Two weeks later she was found dead.

After that my mom blamed it on my dad and left him. And me. Without a warning she picked up her things and was gone. Because of this my dad became so angry that he started shutting me out. Now, when he does talk to me all he does is yell. And hit me. Sometimes he does that too.

Before that I had moved to multiple places and complained about each of them, but this place is by far the worst. I just hope that today, my first day of school, I will at least make some friends.

I am currently riding my bike to school trying to imagine that my day won't be as bad as I'm plotting in my head. When I do show up at the school I put my bike on the rack and walk inside.

Hallways crowded with people are sitting in front of me.

I take in a deep breath and walk up to one girl "Hi. I'm new here. Could you help me f-"

"Do I look like I care?" She shoots back.

Stepping back a bit I roll my eyes and decide not to ask anyone else for directions.

As I walk the halls many people look at me. Some boys blush when they see me. But I keep on walking. I'm trying to find the math room.

I can tell I won't be making friends here as I watch two boys trip another.

Letting out a big sigh I open the door where a teacher tells me to sit by a boy with nice hair and a simple shirt. He appears kind.

Appears. I'm not gonna try to find out, if this goes like the past I'll stay for a year then move again. So if I don't try to make friends maybe I won't make enemies.

I turn my attention to the teacher at the front of the room and listen to him teach me about things I already learned last year at my old school. I still take notes though. Mostly because I'm bored, I know I won't use them.

Throughout the class the boy next to me doesn't look at me much, just one particular moment when he blushed as the others boys did in the hall.

When the class is over I pick up my things and get ready to try to find the next class. The next very boring class.

Time skip

After school is over I don't want to go home, that's the last thing I want to do. So, instead I decide to drop of my bike outside of my house, which is near the school, and walk around town a bit.

I've been here for 5 months, and yet I still haven't really learned the town. I was suppose to start school in the spring last year but, well, you know what happened. And after that happened I just sat around at home a lot. Locked in my room away from my father. So now it's time to 'adventure' a bit.

Once I drop my bike off at home I walk passed some stores, none of them look interesting what so ever, and down into more of a wooded area.

I look up at the sky. I've always loved the sky. It's the one thing in my life that will never change.

Then I look out around me. It's a big ares full of grass, the forest right next to it, and a stream. Next to that are some barrens.

I kick a rock in the grass away from my foot and head over, slowly observing around me, to the barrens.

When I do arrive at the entrance of them I come face to face with 4 boys.

Turning toward them curiously I ask "What are you guys doing in here?"

None of them answer at first, they all just look at one boy. One familiar boy.

"You sit next to me in math class." I say recognizing his face "So What are you doing in here?" I ask once more.

"W-we're looking f-f-for signs of m-my brother."

I swallow hard. Maybe there playing hide and seek.

I stare at him trying my best to appear calm.

"He w-went m-missing a w-while ago." The boy stares at the ground

I can feel tears swelling up into my eyes as I stare at him in shock.

"How old is your brother?"

"7."

I stumble back a bit and try not to cry at the remembrance of me being in his situation.

"What is it?" Another boy with an inhaler in his hand says.

"It's just." I speak slowly struggling how to say it "My 7 year old sister went missing last spring... And not to worry you or anything... but.... she was found, um" I wait a bit before saying "Dead. two weeks later." The tears I was trying so hard to hold in slip from my eyes.

Bills eyes widen and to my surprise  he comes over and hugs me "I-I'm s-Sorry." He says.

"Don't be." I pull out of the hug gently "Lets try to find any signs of your brother."