𝘹𝘰𝘹𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 (𝘍𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘐𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘟 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳)

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(Y/N)
Everyday I wake up and feel like my body doesn't work.
The sensation of my bedsheets around me make me feel safe, but I feel the sweat cling to me, just like it does every morning when I wake up.
It's the start of the semester and I would do anything to escape my body and blackout this entire day.

Fighting back every urge to stay in my bed, I finally wake up, my eyes going fuzzy from standing, and I walk to the bathroom and stare at myself like I do every morning. My h/c hair in knots and tangled and my face looking somewhat like a dumpster fire.
I wash my face, brush my teeth and put on some makeup to help hide the dumpster fire that is screaming for help on my face. After changing into my red and blue checkered skirt, white shirt and uniform blazer I look in the mirror again,
hm. I look alright..?

Walking down the stairs to greet my mom, it's only us two in the house, my parents had split after many years of arguing about nothing, and I had chosen to live with my mom.
"Hey! Look who's up, looking good, and ready for school!" My mom is a real enthusiastic morning person. It makes up for the fact that she's the biggest sleeper after 7pm. "Did you sleep well?" She sips her coffee.
"Yeah I guess so." I say as I pack my lunch, "I'm gonna be late though if I don't leave now." I look at the clock hanging above the door, '8:15'.
"Bye momma!"I give her a kiss on the cheek and head out to begin the worst day of the school year.

My school wasn't too far from my house and the kids that went there lived close to me, that was horrible for my social anxiety and I hated going outside because of it.
Walking through the tall black barred gates I get to my school. I will admit, it's fancy, red brick, lots of windows, green grass, and a rooftop seating area, which reminds me of those anime rooftops, very picturesque.

I walk down the hallway and find my new locker and put all my books and essentials inside, I look to my left and I see a new boy at the locker one down from me. He looks interesting, his hair shaved on both sides but a stripe down the middle, almost like a Mohawk, with the front being lengthy, the brown hair falling above his lashes drawing attention to his beautiful eyes... his eyes which are staring right back into mine..
I look away for a second, reaching back into my locker for my heavy schoolbooks. I look back at him and he's still staring, this time though his lips pull into a soft small smile, the lip ring on his mouth making him look a little cute.

"Hey, I know you're staring." He pushes his hair out of his eyes, not really looking at you anymore and laughs a little under his breath. He puts his headphones in his blazer pocket and closer to you. "I'm Frank." Now that he's a little closer, I see he's a bit taller than me, which is funny because I'm super short..
"I'm y/n." I hold my hand out- for some strange reason- and he looks up at me a little confused and shakes it... definitely an awkward encounter..
"Right err, I'll see you 'round then y/n." He shoots me a wink and walks away, leaving you confused and a little flustered.

Shaking it off I start to walk to class, Until I feel someone push behind me. ew. I turn around to see the bitch who has been bullying me since the first day of high school, Crystal, the 'perfect girl' blonde hair, blue eyes, skinny and definitely not a virgin. "Hey slut. Hope you had a good summer shitface." She spat, pulling my hair and shoving me into the locker, I winced at the sharp pain in my back. "Was hoping I wouldn't see you anymore.. oh well.. since you are, I'll make sure to keep an eye out." She pushes me back into the locker harder and walks away.
Ohh boy.

I get to class and sit next to the window. I hear the chair next to me move, and look up to see Frank. He sits down, and smiles at me again.
"Hey you have art now too? I was hoping I'd see you again." I take a better look at him now, he's definitely attractive, his eyes are a beautiful hazel and his jawline is sharp as shit.
"Yeah I love art, it's a huge stress reliever for me" I pull out my art journal and open a fresh page.
"Art is cool, guitar is my stress reliever though." He tugs at his pink wristband, "no shit? Are you in any bands? I bet you're good" I turn in my chair to face him and he chuckles "yeah my friends and I have a band but it's more of a garage thing rather than a big stage. I'll let you tag along sometime, you can meet my friends"
that would be pretty nice, meeting new people, considering most of the people at this school hate my guts and my "friends" haven't bothered to contact me all summer.
The teacher walks in and the class starts.
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Hi hope you guys like this abomination :) also a sidenote I'm kinda picturing the uniform in the im not okay mv :,)