➕Gothic ➕- Mikasa Ackerman x fem reader

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"At my high school, it felt more to me
Like a jail cell, a penitentiary"
- The Anthem by Good Charlotte

Monday September 3, 2008

Loud buzzing fills your ears, tearing you from the dream you were having. Not like you could remember. Disoriented, your consciousness shifts once again.

You groan in annoyance as your eyes finally crack open, welcoming you to the waking world once again. Rolling over you throw your arm and smack your alarm clock, silencing that god awful noise. Sitting in your elbows you rub the sleep from your eyes with one hand, finally processing your surroundings. Taking a brief look at your messy room, you spot your school backpack by the door, beside a pile of neatly folded clothing.

Fuck. It's the first day of school.

You groan once again and flop back onto the mattress; dreading the next 10 months of hell. School sucked for you. You were always the outcast, never really fitting in. You were nice, but you were too quiet for anyone to care. When you started high school and met your best friend Mikasa, you both embraced alternative lifestyles and fashion. You were emo. She was goth. A dynamic duo.

Sure everyone thought you were a little weird, but all the best people are weird right?

Better than being a prep I guess

Not that you HATED the preps, but they all made it pretty clear they did not like you, so you just returned the energy.

Finally forcing yourself out of bed, you pick up the pile of clothes you picked out the night before and started to dress. You had (f/c) high top covers, ripped black skinny jeans, and a Green Day T-shirt. You grabbed a few bracelets and rings piled them on your arms, and topped it all off with your brand new studded belt.

You had painted your nails black last night, so this morning all you would have to do was surround your eyes with black eyeshadow and smudge it out a little bit. Satisfied with your look, you grab your backpack that you had decorated with patches and pins, and left your bedroom.

Heading into the kitchen you saw a note from you (guardian/s) wishing you a good first day, and a pre packed lunch for you in a paper bag.

Your (guardian/s) wasn't opposed to you being emo, but they didn't understand it. Typical. They had the same reaction to you being emo as they did when you told them you liked girls. Not anger or sadness, but an obvious distain.

Whatever. Screw what they think of me.

Of course you would never say that out loud. You tried to please; you really did. Always making sure your grades were good and you did well in all aspects, but somehow you knew it wasn't enough.

Pushing those thoughts to the back of your mind, you grab a quick breakfast and leave the house. Locking the door and heading towards the street, you begin the rainbow road to hell. It was a bit of a longer walk, so you slip your earbuds in and turn on your iPod nano. It was awesome, it was red, and had a screen! It was a gift for your last birthday, and you used it everyday. Shifting through your music, you decide on the Ocean Avenue album by Yellowcard. Something to boost your mood. Even a if just little bit.

Eventually the school building comes in sight, and you feel your first day anxiety get a little but worse. Even though you've been at this school since the beginning of high school, and nothing really is changing, you were nervous. Nervous for what the new school year could bring, and what it could take away.