STILL Y/N'S POV
*End Of Flashback*
As I walk down the stairs, I saw my Mother jugging a bottle of liquor. I lower my gaze to the living room floor, there's a countless number of other bottles.
"What should I do for you today, Ma'am?" I said, without making it sound emotionless.
"Pick up this shit, Asswhipe. I'm have guests coming over, and I need this place spotless. Also clean the entire house after you're finished." My Mother said, throwing the bottle of Vodka to the floor.
"Yes, Ma'am." I made my way to the living room floor, and started picking up every liquor bottle. Once I was finished picking that up, I started to clean the entire house. Once I finished with that entire house, I decided to go to my room, and do a Sonnet Poem that I've been working on.
(A/N: I actually made this poem when I was in middle school. Hope you like it.)
I'm busy almost everyday
So life's getting hard for me
I pretend I'm find in a way
You don't need to worry about me
I like to be alone
It always help me think
I'm not made of stone
I just let my thoughts sink
But when I'm surrounded
I can't breathe
I feel like I'm grounded
Six feet underneath
I feel the walls closing in
But then again the walls are just paper thin
*30 Minutes Later*
My time alone was good, until my Mother had to slam the door open.
"Our guests are here. So, make yourself useful enough, and make tea."
"Yes, Ma'am." I got out of my bed, and walk towards the kitchen. I started making F/T (Favorite Tea). The good news is that my Mother doesn't know that this is my favorite.
The bad news is I'm not allowed to drink this. Mostly because this is also my Mother's favorite tea.
"Hi, you may not remember, but you're my Aunt. According to my Father." Said a kind, and gentle female voice.
"Oh, um... who's your Father?" My Mother said, faking her kindness.
"Sorry, but I promised to keep it a secret."
"Okay, would you like to come inside, I just made tea." My Mother lied. I made my way to the dumbwaiter that's in the kitchen. The dumbwaiter was connected to mine, and my Mothers' room.
I went inside, and as I did the door to the kitchen open, signaling I should make my way to my room, fast, but for some reason, I didn't feel like it. I decided to east drop on their conversation.
"Wow, you make some really good tea, Auntie."
"Awwww, thank you, sweetie."
"Mmhm... chu goat amy smacks?" Some boy with a mouthful of chips asked.
"You're literally eating a bag of chips right now."
"Oh, haha. Of course, I buy them every time, but my daughter never eats them." My Mother said, faking the sadness in her voice.
'That's because I'm not allowed to. You buy them for you, not me.'
"I'll get them, and you guys will wait in the living room. I just cleaned it up."
'Welp, time to get to my room.' As soon I got to my room, my Mother came in.
"Pack your fucking things, bitch. We're leaving in 30 minutes."
"Yes, Ma'am. Right away." She left, and I started to pack my stuff. I got really good at packing all my stuff in under five minutes. Moving constantly has became a problem, until I thought I actually made a real friend.
*Knock knock knock*
"W-who is it?"
Someone opened the door, and said,
"Hi, you must be Y/N. Your mom told me all about you." I didn't reply to her, and when she noticed that I wasn't talking, she continued to talk.
"To be honest, I think she's just jealous of you. Your mom, I mean. You don't look like a person that'll bully anyone just because you don't like them."
"*Sigh*, I'm not interested in having a conversation with you right now."
"Fine. Let me help you pack up, your mom must've told you that you guys will be leaving. Well, not with us, because my Father already has a place where you'll stay at. It's close to our house, so you guys can come, and visit us anytime."
"Thanks, I guess." She walk towards my dresser, and help put my clothes in my suitcase. When we were finished, she sat on my bed. As she did, my journal fell to the floor.
"Is that your diary, or something?"
"Nah, it's just my journal."
"Okay." She said, as she handed me my journal.
*Time Skip To Leaving The House*
"Hey, Y/N, do you have a phone." Instead of me answering for myself. My Mother answered for me.
"Yes, she does. But she only uses it for games."
"What a shame. Welp, here's another phone that has all our contacts." She handed me a medium rectangular thingy. I feel like I have to pretend that I've seen one of these things before.
"T-thanks?" I asked, examining every angle of this thingy.
"Dude, you seriously look like you've never seen a phone before."
'Shit, I need to come up with a quick lie.'
"No, it's not that, it's just... I uhhh... like the case?"
'That was absolut shi-'
"That's great, and all, but I should take it. You know, for safe keeping." My Mother snatched the phone away from me, and put it in her pocket.
*Time Skip To The Plane On Its Way To Japan*
"Um, you never told me your name. What is it?"
"Oh, it's Fuyumi Todoroki, that's one of my little brothers, Natsuo. The youngest one is Shoto Todoroki. I also have a twin, but we don't talk about him."
"That's cool. I guess."
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