Y/N L/N. An abused child, who never had anyone to relate to. His mother died during childbirth, ever since then, his father's blamed him.
Everyday Y/N would go to school with bruises. He never got to talk to anyone about it because no one noticed Y...
You're riding your skateboard down into town. You make it to the alleyway that you paint. You kick up your skateboard and you lean it on the wall.
You pick up a spray can and you shake it before adding some touches to your project.
Timeskip
You: Damn, this shit's almost done.
You pick up your black can of spray paint and you shake it. You fill the silhouette of your piece with black. You drop the can and you step back.
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A/N: You guys already know this, but this isn't mine.
You sigh in relief.
You: It's about fuckin' time.
Your phone buzzes. You pull it out of your pocket to see your dad calling.
You: Shit.
You answer.
You: Hello?
Dad: Where the hell are you?
You: What do you want?
Dad: I want my fuckin' money! You have rent to pay!
You: No, YOU have rent to pay. You just force me to cut in!
Dad: Don't FUCKIN' talk to me like that, you little shit! Get home right now, or I'll find you and your beat your mothu-fuckin' ass.
He hangs up.
You: Fuckin' dick bag. You say, putting your phone away.
You grab your skateboard and you walk over to the sidewalk. You get on your skateboard and you start riding down the sidewalk.
Timeskip You ride past that house that had a moving truck. The truck's gone and everything was moved inside.
You kick up your skateboard when you make it to your house. You hop over the fence and you walk around your house. You attach your skateboard onto your backpack and you start climbing the side of your house.
You make it to your window and you open it. You climb into your room and you sigh in relief.
You walk over to your bed and you crouch down. You take a shoebox from underneath the bed and you open it.
You grab five-hundred dollars out of there. You close the shoebox and you put it back underneath your bed.
You stand up and you walk over to the door. You open the door and you step out into the hall. You walk down the stairs to see your dad sitting on the couch, watching TV with a bottle of whiskey in his hand.
Dad: You got it?
You: Yeah.
You walk around the couch. He holds out his hand without even looking at you. You take out the five-hundred dollars and you put it in his hand.
He counts the money.
Dad: Alright, good. Now go away.
You walk away from the couch and over to the kitchen. You open the cupboard and you grab a granola bar. You close the cupboard and you go back upstairs.
You walk into your room and you plop onto your bed.
Small timeskip You're trying to listen to music on your phone on your bed, but your dad keeps yelling at the TV. You've had enough of this. You get off your bed and you open your window.
You climb outside and you jump down onto the floor.
You: Finally. I can't stand that asshole.
You walk around the house and you hop over the fence. You decide to go for a walk. You take out your phone and you start listening to music.
A/N: Obviously not my song.
After listening to the song, you walk back home. You make it to the front of your house, which is in front of that new house. There's a girl sitting on the sidewalk. She looks up at you.
Girl: Hey.
You stop walking.
You: Uh, hey.
Girl: I'm Clementine.
You: Y/N. You guys new to the neighborhood?
Clementine: Yeah. Came from New York.
You: Cool. I've lived here all my life, so I don't really have that many interesting stories.
She chuckles.
Clementine: Neither do I.
You: But you said you lived in New York.
Clementine: Not the city.
You: That explains it.
She giggles.
Clementine: What school do you go to?
You: Ericson's.
Clementine: I'm goin' tomorrow.
You: Yeah? What year?
Clementine: Senior.
You: Same here.
Clementine: Well, great, I've got a tour guide.
You scoff.
You: Oh, I don't think you want me as a tour guide.
Clementine raises her eyebrow.
Clementine: Why not?
You: Well...I'm not really Mr. Popular at school.
Clementine: I don't care.
You: I also don't have any friends.
Clementine: Me neither.
You: Well, that's 'cause you're new. Give it a few days, you won't even remember my name.
Clementine: That's highly doubtful.
You: Well...
Clementine: Look...I'm new. And I don't have any friends. So...maybe if we just went on a tour, we can see if we'd be good friends. If not, then you won't have to see me again.
You sigh.
You: ...Alright.
She smiles.
Clementine: Sweet.
She stands up.
Clementine: I guess I'll, uh...see you tomorrow.
You smile.
You: Yeah.
Clementine: ...Bye.
She turns around and walks up her steps.
You: Bye.
She walks inside.
You just stand there for a few seconds. You can't help but smile. You've finally made your first friend.
