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It was a normal day for me, just another Monday where I woke up late as always, I rushed up to dinning room and grabbed whatever I had in sight just to later run to the school bus.
My name was y/n but all my friends called me autumn bc of my hair. I tinted it last month in a hope to become more popular but my glow up came unnoticed to everyone at school.

Well everyone except of my friends, which are 2.

As I said before, it was a normal Monday, the same kind of Monday I have every week.
Returned home til 2 just because I wanted and when my mom asked “how was school” I responded “it was shit”, because it was.
But.
She didn’t scold me for cussing, she gazed at me with her eyes wide, as if they were about to pop out of her face, face bright red, with a little vein popping in her forehead, it was funny.
And it was weird.

It was a normal Monday, just as another mon in day until she told me “I’m marrying another man”
And all I could say was “Another one??!”.
Only God knew the amount of self-control it took my mom to not whip my ass. I think I should have stayed silent but it was too late for that.

“yes, now pack your things because were moving to Virginia”

Of all out the places, VIRGINIA??!!
God must hate me.
And that is how a normal Monday became the worst day in my life, and not because it was a Monday, but because it was the Monday we left.

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First night in new place it was a total nightmare, kids were doing grafitti on my neighbours back yard so all of their rambling kept me up all night.
It was until 6 a.m when they got tired of yapping and stopped bandalizing the poor fence, I mean, I respect it but I don’t respect people that disturb my sleep.

Because of that, I oversleept and had no time to get myself ready so I made myself a messy bun, put on an oversized sweater, denim shorts and my converse. I obviously added my favorite pair of black thighs to my outfit, even tho I was running mega late.

My mom slapped me for not hurrying up and drove us to a fancy restaurant.
I didn’t know virginia could have fancy places.

We sat infront of eachother, I wished I could had some starbucks or smth, but everything at the menu was like “pork meat covered in pink pigeons sweat cultivated in the coasts of my ass” so I ordered a lemonade.

“whats up with all of this posh nonsense mom?... are you going to die?”
My mom rolled her eyes as the diva she is but I could not hold it.
“No, wait. AM I GOING TO DIE??!”
“were here bc I want you to meet my fiancé, and your soon to be dad”

My mom answered, and I bit my tongue to not say another stupid thing, but how can someone want something she never needed? Capitalism so powerful now is pushing the overconsumption on dads.
It was then when a preppy man approached, it was good looking, yes.
But it wasn’t more handsome than zayn malik so….

“Good morning baby, good morning y/n. I’m Mr. graham, nice too meet you”

Baby? ugh.

“Good evening. Im autumn btw”

I answered unfriendly, he looked confused and my mom talked
“Shes in a phase” answered sorrowly, with a smile of pain.
Like mom? How come this looks like phase? But anyways, we ate breakfast and then had unnecessary talk.

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I'm glad my mom stayed in our dusty rented house instead of moving out with that clean weirdo, I don't hate him but I have the right to not like him.
We unpacked and did all of the boring stuff and then I prepared myself for my first day of school.

Weeks before moving out, I asked my mom to be homeschooled to what she responded:

"Baby you're already kinda.... Silly, if you aisle yourself MORE than you do now, you'll probably become a radiodust shipper.""

"but mom!, I fucking hate going to school" I replied but I knew it was a lost cause.

"I am NOT going to let you disgrace the family. Not in my house."

And that's basically why I need to go to bed early today. To wake up early and attend to a new place full of strange people I don't care about.

To my surprise, I could sleep really fine so I was in a good mood. I picked up my kanken backpack and I walked out to my new school.

I'm not gonna lie, it was cute.
It had brick walls, some plants and polished floors, quite nice. Even tho I enjoyed the walk to my classroom, the crucial part was about to come, the greeting.

I stood Infront of the 25 malnourished teens with big eyebags and life sucked out faces.
“Hello, my name is yn. But my friends used to call me autumn. I don’t care about making friends, so don’t bother me while I listen to nirvana in my headphones”
Whatever that thing was, it finished and I went to sit at the desk, obviously it was the place nobody wanted. With the weirdos of the class.

Fuck I hated school.

After the 6-hour torture, I decided I wanted to explore for a few minutes the new city, maybe go to a local park or buy some chips at the store. Everything was fine and I even found myself enjoying the walk, with windy weather and interesting… sight.

But I felt something strange behind my back, I knew this place was sketchy, but didn’t think it was as sketchy for me to be followed home ON MY FIRST DAY.
I turned around every corner but couldn’t see nothing, the feeling was really strong so I decided to not risk my life and forget my exploring plan.

It was until I hid behind a fence of some house that I was able to identify at a pale figure, curly hair and sad eyes.
“Why were you following me, pipsqueak??!”

Y confronted him jumping out of my hideout.

“w-what? I wasn’t following you!” the boy was trembling.

“You weren’t?”

“I was just going home, what is wrong with you?? Oh, I see…. You’re the new girl, they should’ve put you in a mental hospital instead of our school”

“And you are?”
“We go to the same class, unless you had another mental issue you should remember my name”

“uhh??”

“Will. Will graham” the guy responded embarrassed as he saw his banter wasn’t corresponded.

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Some afternoons I preferred them quiet. If it wasn’t for my pathological need to overshare I think I would rock as a mysterious tumblr girlie.
That’s why the only way I could have a quiet afternoon could be me sitting alone at the school garden, it gave me time to process things.

"What's up with you?"

God heavens, all I wanted was peace.

"I'm tired" Answered at the sudden appearance of that guy named will.

"You don’t look malnourished, a girl your age shouldn’t be tired"

He said and I bit back.

"I would like to think it's a joke."

Looked at him dreadful. My words were fighting to leave my mouth.

"W-we live next door, you thought I was following you, didn’t you?"

"People with your looks should be more careful, others may think you want to kidnap them when you look like that"

"Ok rude?"

was the only thing that left his mouth.

Zooned out for a bit.

The day was beautiful. The wind blowed at a slow peace, so slow that we could feel it tingle our cheeks. The breezy weather announced the storm that was yet to come, but meanwhile, the sun gifted us comfortable warm, combined with the smell of grass, it made that evening great, like the evenings that always stick in your mind.

"I want to tell you something else…"

He mumbled.

"I don’t even know you, and your interrupting a good day with a nice weather."

I complained but my curiosity allowed that sentence to still sound as an invitation.

"Your dad married your mom."

What? What was he saying?

"Well, yeah? I think is kinda obvious."

"Sorry no, I meant….. My dad married your mom."

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I like being a girl in my room, no shoes, chips all over the bed. Listening to music it's when clocked to me that life wasn't that bad
.
It made me forget that my dad doesn’t like me and that mom threatened to put me in the psych ward.

And I'm really happy, even tho I can't fight patriarchy yet.
being a teen is so fun. I genuinely enjoy being in my room being me, instead of trying to impress older friends, instead of trying to film cool music.ly videos.
I like myself in this place.

I don’t need to pretend being someone I'm not.

I like it.

"Baby were moving out"

"What?????"

Yeah and what you just heard, I can't have 5 minutes of happiness.
I hate it here.

I did whatever I could to convince my mom to not move but she was with his new guy, and maybe she got tired of me, i did everything I could: Do chores, help her, try to be a better husband than my dad...

But I guess I wasn’t enough for her, fuck his posh boyfriend.
But not screw him literally cause the new house we moved in was nicee.

It was fancy but here’s the issue, remember the pissboy graham? Yeah he’s the son of my mom’s boyfriend.

I knowww, that sucks. Hope he isn’t a creep.

But whatever.

I am trying my best to ignore everything that’s happening in my life and in the search of that I noticed a cute pal in school, he’s a year older but he looks nice, like he came straight from the cementery, kinda like sans tbh so I might ask his number later.

I hope he doesn’t have a girlfriend.