~Your POV~

I woke up to my mom yelling at me, I got on my long F/c shirt and pants. My mother grabbed me by my H/c hair and I cried just a little, My mother put me in the car and went back inside to pack my bags and threw the bag at me and made me bleed but you used my hood to cover my face. When I got to the daycare, I held my stuffed animal a stuffed wolf (The one above) As my mom knocked on the door a tall skeleton came out and waved at my mom. "Hello I'm Mrs. L/n and I need you to take care of this piece of a mistake." She said in her normal monotone voice and I started crying as she handed me my bag and just walked away and flipped me off. I cried harder than I have in my life and he introduced himself as Pj or Mr. Pj. He grabbed my bag and put it somewhere behind his desk. He held your hand and I hid behind his leg he bent down and saw my ears stuck on my head and tail between my legs. "Don't worry Y/n, they're all nice!" He said hoping you'd calm down. "Come here everyone! We have a new kid coming here!" Blueberry and Dream smiled happily and excited for a new kid. I came out from behind his leg and clutched the stuffed wolf. "H- hello... I'm Y/n L/n.... And it's a pleasure to meet you all..." I said my voice cracking from crying. "I'M BLUEBERRY! NICE TO MEET YOU! WHATS WRONG?" Blueberry asked. I started to cry. "It's a very sensitive conversation." Mr. Pj said. "OHHH OKAY!" Blueberry said. "Y/n go draw your feelings out, here." Mr. Pj gave me some paper, colored pencils, markers, skinny markers, pencils and erasers. I went to a table to draw my mom and my little brother (CHANGE THE COLORS OF YOUR FUR/ HAIR COLOR AND DRESS AND SKIN AND HAIR!~)

My dad died and that's when my mom began to be abusive. I started to cry at the drawing of my family together as a nice family before she became a drunk.

(LIKE THE PHOTO ABOVE) And I drew her drunk and tears fell on the pictures and I put my head down and cried for a while. Mr. Pj came up and grabbed my pictures because I fell asleep and his eyes widen at the scene of my mom drunk as crazy. I began to stir awake and I saw him with my pictures, eyes in shock and everyone came over to see my drawing and they all gasped at the sight of my head having a gash where my mom threw the case at me. I sighed and everyone gave me a hug. "I... I never had a hug since my dad died......" I cried and hugged back.

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