Hey Stupid, I Love You... (Discontinued)

Prologue: Into the Sea

I stared off at the seashore, wondering what seashells Sally was collecting.... okay (Y/n), way to be a dumbass. I let out a sigh, the cold morning blasting in my face, the little bottle in hand. I had no business being out here, no business walking to the seashore, no business to wake up at the butt crack of dawn, the moon still shining. But when you got a wish, what can you do?

Mornings were only good to me because of how pretty they were. Nothing else, just their sheer beauty put you at ease. Pathetic, right? Just some pretty pinks and periwinkle, and I was at bliss. You know what, I'm not gonna focus on that today. Why? Because I'm washing my problems away.

Knees digging into the sand, I stared at the bottle, the rolled up paper inside listing everything that'd soon be long gone. "Okay, this is dumb, but dumb ideas are good opportunities, if done right." I mumble, shifting again, the waves close to my knees. So with a deep breath, I started doing the little chant. "Misty waves of the sea, here I have a bottle for thee. With paper rolled up oh so thin, take it away and bury it deep within. Misty shores are white and pure, and your deep blue shall allure. Take my bottle, with it my problems, and let them be forgotten." I sat the little glass right as the wave kicked in, and watched for them to take it. It slowly drifted, and then just fell on its side and just sat there.

Two rounds of the water pulling did it prove it was stuck. So, there was only one option. "Oh! Shit shit shit! Cold cold cold!" I yipped, barefoot and pushing the bottle with my toes more into the water. Once it actually started drifting, I ran out of the cold sand and wished for a moment, that I had a lighter. And made a mental note to never make that mistake again.

I pulled the slip ons back onto my feet, though it was harder cause hello, wet feet. And made my way back home. It wasn't a long or dangerous walk, just took a while.

"I'm home!" I yelled into the large doorway, and could instantly hear the parents fumble down the steps. So I closed the door, took off my shoes, and gave the countdown.

Three...

Two...

"(Y/n), where have you been?! Oh, we were worried sick!" Mother half screeched, the first in line and began to look for any blemishes from the outing. "What kind of idiot goes out, at four thirty in the morning?! Are you hurt, were you followed?"

"Mom, I'm fine." I hiss, my face being squished as she jerked my skull from side to side. "No one followed me." I peeled her wrists away, freeing my skin. She always did this, jumped to conclusions, started yelling, and pulling my head in a frantic state.

"You say that, but how can you be sure?"

"Because I looked behind me a lot and didn't see anyone..?" You explain, trying to push her hands off.

"Dear, leave her alone." Dad sighed, putting on some glasses and rubbing his eyes. So far, only one here with sense. I'm seventeen, I can handle myself. "I'msure it was nothing anyway."

"Thank you."

"No young lady, that is not okay. Room." With all of my things, fine. Whatever

mother. "I expect you to be working on that thesis and your speech! I'll check in fifteen!"

"Alright!" I holler back down, slamming the door shut, and groaning. I went to one of Japan's best schools for both heroine, and general Hero Business Monitoring and Running. I happened to be one of the top five of the class, and was supposed to come up with a thesis before the next year starts and present it to the first years. So I got up, and pulled back my chair.