"Okay, so I saw Endgame."
'Mhm, how did you feel?"
"Fucking terrible."
This is (Y/n), talking to her Spanish One teacher Mrs. Harold. Mrs. Harold was a young teacher, still in her 20's. She had only been the teacher for 2 years, this ending school year bringing a close on her 3rd. She was (Y/n)'s favorite teacher, and usually gossiped about Superheroes and other things. The younger female trusted her, she knew she could, even with everything that had happened.
"Yeah, I started crying the first 2 minutes, so you know how the rest was."
"Sobbing throughout the movie?"
"Yes."
Mrs. Harold laughed, putting some papers up in her cabinet. (Y/n) sat on a desk, thinking back to the movie, "I hate that movie, I really do. If I could, I would change so many things."
"Wouldn't we all?"
The student nodded, " Like Steve? Where did his character arch go? Going to a girl he barely knew for like a month? Leaving Bucky? And Natasha, where was her funeral? And Tony did not need to do snappy snap."
"Snappy Snap?" She laughed, turning towards her favorite student, "Is that what we're calling it now?"
"It's literally nothing else in my book. I don't even want to think of it."
"Ooookay then."
The first bell rung, and (Y/n) had to get to class. She waved goodbye to Mrs. Harold and left her classroom, starting another day of sophomore year.
Lunchtime. (Y/n)'s favorite period. She had 1st lunch so she got more food for herself. She had just sat down with her plate when her friend looked at her with concern.
"Mrs. Harold left school today."
She looked at them with confusion, "Oh, any reason why?"
"Ya know how she's scared of cotton balls?"
(Y/n) nodded. Everyone knew. She was deathly terrified of them. No one knew why, but if you just brought them up she got chills. Then she frowned, "Don't tell me, some fucked up freshman?"
Her friend nodded, "Yep, dickwad Tobey Johnson. Heard he's getting suspended."
"Should be expelled, hey wanna go to the park after school? Heard that a festival is going on."
"Yeah I'm down for that." They began eating, scrolling through their phone. The two talked about random things here and there before the bell rung. They got up, dumped their plates into the trash and headed out. (Y/n) split ways with them, heading towards 4th period.
"...And that is how cells reproduce."
The final bell rung throughout the classroom, and students quickly got up and left. (Y/n) was always the last to go, not in a rush and she packed her things. She turned to Mr. Daniels, her bio teacher.
"Have you seen Endgame yet?"
"Yes I have, saw it a couple days ago, have you?"
She nodded, "Saw it last night, Cried my eyes out."
He laughed, "Yes, many of us did."
They conversed for a bit, then the student left the classroom, saying her goodbyes to the teacher. Walking down the halls she soon exited the school, heading to her vehicle. She had a black Toyota Tundra to drive, a truck for work really. It was her dad's and before he gave it to her he fixed it all up. (Y/n) smiled, at first she hated the damn thing, but it grew on her.
She hopped in and started the car, texting her mom what she was doing. She saw her friend in the next parking space, smiling at her. They nodded at each other and (Y/n) pulled out first, backing up and leading the way to the festival. She could see a line of cars already forming in the streets for the event. Was this a good idea? Seemed like a bit much for an after-school hangout. But she drove on anyways, going to find a less crowded parking spot and get her steps in. (Y/n) pulled into a parking lot and parked her truck. She pulled out her phone and texted her friend her location.
A few moments later she got a ding. Looking down at her phone, her friend stated that they were parked a block away from (Y/n).
3:40 pm/ Loser : "I'll walk over, wait for me at your big truck"
"Would I have it any other way?" :Better Loser/ 3:41 pm
(Y/n) chuckled, hopping out of her truck and locking it, waiting for her friend. After a couple minutes they came around, and the two walked to the festival.
"THIS IS SO COOL!"
Her friend had somehow gotten a beer, and was dancing drunk under the moonlight. (Y/n) sighed, being the responsible one, and grabbed her friend, pulling them away from the crowd. It was around 7 pm, and she realized she had to drive her friend home.
"YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE."
Or not. (Y/n) recognized her friend's parents, and walked over there to them.
"Hello."
"Oh (Y/n) please tell me you're not drunk also."
"No ma'am. I tried to stop them, but it didn't work out. I'm guessing they drunk dialed or texted you?"
"More like post on Facebook."
(Y/n) sucked in a breath, "Ouch, guessing won't be able to talk to them for a while outside of school."
"Nope. Thank you for trying to take care of them though. Do you need a ride home?"
"Thank you sir, but no, my truck isn't that far. I'm able to drive home."
"Alright, take care (Y/n)"
"You too!"
She left them to head to her truck, walking out of the festival. Seeing people with drinks in her hands she worried about the amount of drunk drivers tonight. But that was a reason for the big truck, to protect her if something happened. She pulled out her phone and called her mom.
"(Y/n)! How's the festival? Everything okay?"
She chuckled, "Guessing you haven't been on Facebook recently?"
"No, why?"
She explained what happened and told her mother that she was heading home, and no, she did not have any alcohol. She said her goodbyes as she reached her vehicle. Unlocking and hopping in, she started her journey home.
As she got onto the streets she kept her eyes peeled. Stopping at a red light, she relaxed some. Music was on the radio, and it was her favorite song. Not a lot of cars out, so she assumed she was going to be just fine.
The light turned green, and she started to drive.
A drunk driver started to fly in front of her, and she hit the brake in the middle of the intersection, missing the car.
"Oh thank god..."
The driver kept going, but before she could regain her breath, a loud honking came from her right, and bright lights blinded her.
(Y/n) knew that the only thing that could really hurt her in this truck was an 18-wheeler.
She also knew in the split second, that that phone call was her last goodbye to her mother.
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Mid-Youth Crisis
Fanfiction"I didn't ask for this." "No one does, no one does" "You did." (Y/n) didn't know why she was chosen to do this. To be the one to make sure the timeline went right. To see her heroes struggle and fall, to survive and succeed. But here she is. Maybe D...
