Picket Fence (JereMike)

Chapter 1

A/N: Hello there! This chapter contains an EATING DISORDER trigger. Please read with caution. All trigger warnings will be listed here before each chapter.

| JEREMYS POV |

The piercing sound of an alarm blasted the silence, making Jeremy jump from his bed, and collide with the floor with a loud thud.

"Stupid alarm" Jeremy muttered under his breath, as he shut the alarm off. He hoped his most likely drunk father hadn't heard him.

He quickly collected himself and sat up, glancing down at his clothes laid out on the floor. Jeremy quickly slipped into his deep red colored hoodie, and put on his dark skinny jeans that were slightly too large for him. Although the weather was quite warm outside, Jeremy couldnt risk to wear short sleeves. Many bruises littered his arms and legs. Any exposure of skin would bring questions he didnt want to answer. Sighing, Jeremy headed to the restroom and tried to tame his wild hair, but his attempts didn't make much of a difference. 

Now the fun part.

Going to school.

Jeremy had been homeschooled all his life by his father. He was a kind caring man, until a year ago. Jeremy wasn't sure what turned him into an abusive monster. His father would often stay out late night, drinking with co workers and sometimes deciding to come back home if he felt like it. His father then enrolled him in a public school, 'Fazbear High' so he wouldnt have to teach his son anymore. The beatings were at random, but when they did happen, he would always have a fresh set of bruises.

Jeremy hated the idea of public schools. They were crowded and loud, and people would be questioning his choice of clothing. The worst part was being the new kid. The only good thing to come out of it was being away from his father. 

He quickly slid down the stairs, and spotted his father flipping through the news channel. Adjusting his backpack, Jeremy nervously approached his dad. 

"Oh. You're up." His father stated. He didn't bother to look at Jeremy as he got up off the couch. "Hurry up boy, I'll drive you there."  Jeremy smiled a little bit at this, and nodded his head quickly. 

They both exited the house, and they sat in silence as his father drove him to school. Jeremy blankly stared out the window, watching as the world wizzed by him

What if they dont like me? What if someone finds out? What if-

Jeremys thoughts were cut off as the car came to stop at the front of the school, which read "Fazbear Highschool'. Kids of all different apperances were entering the school. Jeremy instantly felt his feet go cold. He couldnt go here. No one would like him. People would hate him. 

"Jeremy!" He father yelled. He flinched, and peered at this dad. "Get your ass out of the damn car now before I drag you in there!" He didnt need to be told twice. He quickly exited the car, and began his march to the Highschool, which would most likely be the death of him. 

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It had been hours since school had started. It wasnt as bad as Jeremy had thought it would be, it actually had gone well. No one talked to him, and he talked to no one. Jeremy was now stuck in his English class, which was starting in a minute. Students began to fill the class, and sat into random seats. Only one person sat to Jeremys right side, some girl who was too focused picking at her white nail polish. Jeremy sighed in relief, he didnt like the feeling of people around him all too much. 

"Hello class!" The classes attention was quickly pointed towards a lady dressed in yellow as she walked in. 

"My name is Kelsy Chica! But please, call me Mrs. Chica!" She happily chirped. The class remained silent as 'Chica' introduced her self. Jeremy soon lost interest, and he started to look around the room. Most of the students... looked strange. One of the students was completely purple, except his creepy smile and eyes. Another student was hiding the corner, wearing a phone mask over his head. What was up with this place?