You woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside your window. It was peaceful. Sitting up slowly, you looked out the window, only to see what looked like kids playing outside. They looked about your age. This made you feel a bit nervous. You weren't that good at making friends. In fact, at your old school, people never talked to you, nor did you talk to them. Maybe this time would be different.
You quickly got out of bed and closed the curtains. Looking in the closet, you threw on a (color of choice hoodie) with a Nirvana logo on the back. You then ran over to your dresser and pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans, then proceeded to change into them.
You picked up your brush and ran it through your hair slowly, removing the knots within. You never wore makeup because you never cared about that type of thing. Nor were you interested in it. Looking in the mirror, you rolled your sleeves down, making sure the bruises were covered. You frowned while looking in the mirror, but ignored it and sighed. Only once you've worn makeup, but that's a time you wouldn't like to go back to.
Opening your bedroom door slowly, you peeked out, only to see your father passed out drunk on the living room couch. You continued opening the door and walked over to the front door. He won't wake up. It happens when he drinks too much. Even an earthquake couldn't wake him. But you had to be careful when he did wake up. He never liked you playing with other boys. You never knew why. If he caught you, then it would just end up being another beating.
You opened the front door slowly and pulled your hood over head. Stepping out, you shut the door behind you. The last thing you expected to hear was a pig squealing beside you. You nearly jumped out of your skin. Breathing heavily, you looked down, only to see a pig staring at you. A pig?
"Uh, h-hello ther-"
"Wilfred! What is it that you think your doing?"
Looking up, you saw a boy with dark blue hair giving the pig quite an angry look. He then looked up at you with surprise.
"Oh, does Rolf's eyes deceive them? You are the new one, are you not?"
"Uh-"
"It is nice to meet you, fellow neighborhood friend! Let Rolf take you on a tour!"
He wrapped his arm around you, which made you uncomfortable. You pulled away and stuck your hands up in front of you.
"Eh, wait. I'm not sure if I-"
He smiled once more.
"Ah! You wish to know Rolf's name, eh? I am Rolf! And you are?"
He stuck his hand out, which you weren't sure if you should shake at first, but did anyways.
"Uh, (Y/N)."
"Ah, it's nice to meet you, (Y/N)! Now, let Rolf introduce you to the others."
He dragged you along with his hand. You looked behind you, only to see the pig following you. Once you were standing in front of the other, they all looked at you. You started to sweat.
"Everyone! This is (Y/N), the new neighbour."
A kid with glasses looked up at you and smiled shyly.
"H-Hello there, you must be new to the neighborhood. We welcome you."
You nodded and looked around at the others.
"Look Plank! A new buddy!"
One kid was talking to a plank of wood that looked like it had been drawn on with marker. It made you feel bad for the poor sap. You felt a tap on your shoulder beside you. You turned and looked beside you, only to see a little girl with orange hair holding the hand of a kid with white hair. These kids sure do have weird colors. She was smiling, while the boy was looking up at you shyly.
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New Kid On The Block (Reverse! Edd x Reader)
RandomYou are a 15-year old girl who had just moved away from your previous neighborhood. Your mother had died in a car accident just a year ago, causing your father to become a drunk and abusive deadbeat. But what happens when you meet a certain guy th...
