♡Y/N's POV♡
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     Running away wasn't greatest thing that ever happend to me, or rather thing I've done to myself. But it certainly wasn't the worst.
    
   "My situation was complicated. My parents were bad people, and as for me... I was one of their many mistakes. Long story short, I was put into many abusive foster homes, shipped across the state until it bacame too much and I ran. It doesn't sound bad when you put it into such a simple form, but I wouldn't expect anyone but myself to comprehend the way I feel... (Jornal Entry 1 -March 16, 2017)"

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     "Go!"
     "I have no where else to go!" I yelled.
     "Your problem not mine!"
     "Well, can I at least wait til schools over to get my stuff?"
     They stood in thought for a minute and sighed. "Fine, but if your homeless ass gets me arested, as soon as I get out, your done."
     "Thank you."
     "Yeah, yeah, your stuff will be ready to go when you get back, now get lost."
     I ran to the nearest bus stop and sighed. I've been living in some tenamants for about two months. It wasn't abnormal for this kind of thing to happen at 6:30 in the morning. This has happedned at least 12 other times in the past year. This was the longest I've ever stayed in one place.
     The bus pulled up to my stop and I nervously  made my way to the back of the bus. I sat my back pack beside me so that I could sit alone an put in my earbuds and turned on an aesthetic audio. I looked out the window and stared at the moon that barely luminated the neighborhoods that passed. High school sucks, the bus ride is the only luxury life seems to allow me. Riding on the bus is my only way to escape from the real world.  But, like all of my other homes, it is temporary, and I'll have to leave soon.
     I was snapped out of my thoughts by the feeling of the bus's breaks pull me forward. Finally we were there...
Yay.

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     I made my way to my locker, typically at this point everyone is at breakfast, but I, being the socially awkward person I am, tend to avoid any to all social contact. Leaving me to an empty and unfufilled social life.

♡Time Skip♡

      " Miss (insert your last name)," Mr. Fischbach called.
      "Here," I replied softly.
     Mr. Fischbach is our teacher 90 percent of the time since our actual teacher never shows up. Though he doesn't actually have a teaching degree and already has a full time job as a YouTuber.
     Speaking of our 'teacher', he made the genius decision to assign me to a seat the only messed up desk in the room which just so happened to be directly in front of the most obnoxios kid in school, and saying that is an understatememt. He sits behind me and steals my fucking books and draws on the back of my shirt. Honestly, I'm even mad at the annoying kid, I'm mad at the dumbass who put me in front of him!
     I angrily put my head down and bit my sweater sleeve.
     "Miss y/l/n, is everything okay?" Mr. Fishback asked (incorrect pronunciation intended).
     "Yes sir everything is FINE!" I said a bit too loudly.
     "Miss y/l/n, please see me after class,"
     "WHAT!? All I did was speak up a little fucking bit!" I froze after realizing the words that just came out of my mouth.
     "I-I, sorry sir, I'll see you after class," I apologized and put my head back down.
 
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♡After Class♡

   "Miss y/l/n," Mr. Fiscbach said.
     "I am SO sorry sir! I didn't mean to get so angery and say what I did! PLEASE DONT BE MAD!!!" I said crying.
     "It's okay, I needed to see you after class so that I could ask what was bothering you. You don't seem very focused in class... And sometimes you look like you are actually crying. I know it is none of my business since I'm technically not you teacher, nor am I qualified to be one, I just wanted to make sure you were okay," Mr. Fiscbach said.
     "You know what, something is bothering me! First of all, I get an assigned seat by my substitute teacher, which just so happened to be the worst seat in the classroom, in front of Quincy, which you and I both know isnt the most mature person alive. And then you call me out in front of the class like I'm a bad person or something! And to top it all off, everyone in damn halls can hear me screaming at you!" I yelled with tears now streaming down my face.
     "I-I apologi-" he was cut off by a police officer walking into the room.
     "Are you (your full name)?" The police officer asked.
     "Y-yes sir," I hesitated. I knew exactally what was going on.
     "What's going on?" Mr. Fiscbach asked.
     "We found our run away," the police officer cuffed me and lead me out of the school.