"Your the new kid, aren't ya?" The ash-blonde boy asks, your (e/c) eyes widen in slight confusion of his statement- not because of the words he spoke, but of his intention- instead of speaking like a normal human being, the small nod of your head made a scowl appear when one of two minions leaned into the brash boy's ear. 

God, why was I like this then?

However, afterwards, he cursed his two minions off, I knew my hands shook with my body backing away to the tree: where I  hugged myself in fear.

A chest tightening feeling soon enveloped your body. 

Who was this guy? He was familiar, but his voice was much deeper than someone else's voice you knew. 

What did he want with you?

"Look what you did, nerd. " Your glasses were splayed on the ground as he bent down and shoved the joined-up plastic and glass contraption into your unstable hands, he snapped at your unsettled facial expression; "Don't you know how to take care of yourself?"

But something about this boy seemed familiar... you can't quite pinpoint what it is exactly. It's like a lost childhood memory waking up to punch your own reality in your face. 

Like, an asshole.
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"HURRY!" The blonde boy shouted at the little girl. Her hand was holding onto an orange baton when running the track field under a blisteringly warm day.

It was a practice session for the up and coming sports festival, where little (y/n) had to use her little legs to move as fast as possible, but even then under the warm sun, her body couldn't cope with the light heat rays flashing through the air when the verdant vines on her hands-- that are turning dark green-- had started to shrivel up due to the expediential loss of water within the little girl's body.

Cries of children shouting at her to increase her speed- even though she was already at her limit- were loud and clear as once she managed to pass the baton, her body gave up. It spiralled down, down, down into the deepest depths of her imagination as a faint thud mimicked itself through the child. What is she doing?

The blonde child squinted his eyes to see if his friend would move. As the rest of the small class of children stopped moving their lips, they didn't understand what would happen next.

With a teacher sprinting towards your body, they fell to their knees to pick you up as their arm cradled your head. "One of you, go get the nurse." The teacher sternly asked the children crowding over your unconscious body.

Though once one had sprinted to the main block and returned back with the nurse as she held a few bottles of water and a plastic bag with three syringes filled with unknown intent, the teacher and nurse made quick work of waking the child up and helping her into the infirmary.

Not long after, with the little girl resting in the cool infirmary bed, the moment she woke up was where a small audience awaited her.

Her teacher sat on the side of the little (y/n)'s bed in anticipation to see if she was alright and from outside the room was a short anxious blonde boy holding his friends round glasses that he had noticed fell into the grass after his friend collapsed like a brick wall falling down.

When his teacher had exited the small infirmary, those small legs of his carried him in. Gripping one of the jutted out plastic bits on his friend's glasses, when he raised his head to see her, the sight of a (y/n) without her glasses was weird...

But seeing a girl smile at him- in his 5-year-old mind- was even weirder!

(She better not give him cooties because of her smile.)

Handing over the glasses, a small "thank you" murmured through the office.

He took that thank you as his token of his first rescue mission being complete.

A "No problem!" profoundly shouted through the office.
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The isolated line of white light rimmed the outside of her glasses in a fluid motion in an offchance to entertain you in one way or another. 

Thankfully, even if (Y/n)'s (new) bedroom had a comfortable bed, a desk, and some books. She still misses her plants from her previous home. (Especially Minty.)

Where the cool and dark comparison of her previous place of residence combats the lovely, heartwarming comfort in her brother's home, there are some things that are odd about the silence presented within this household.

When you lived with your mother, the slumbering underlayers of non-verbal communication was like a knife threatening to slice the fabric of your being open, whereas, with your sister-in-law and older brother, it's like they want-- no, not even 'want', it's more like they encourage- the silence to take residence in each and every room.

If it isn't for the underlying pressure of the situation to scantly crawl up my throat, then what is this feeling?

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A/n: Hey everyone! Thanks for your patience for this chapter as I know I took WAY too long to bring myself to re-write it! 

For now, if any of you want to follow me on my journey for writing in general, I have a Tumblr account called: Dorki-C. Come check me out on there and I will surely be happy :)))