Third person POV:

(Y/n) clicked her tongue in annoyance as she got on the bus. Her whole body was aching and it felt like she was hit by a truck. Unfortunately, it's only Tuesday.

"Look, it's that gross b**ch."

"Can't she just, go die or something? No one would miss her."

"Didn't you hear? She's slept with all the guys on the basketball team."

"What? No way."

"I heard she beat up one of the jocks yesterday for no reason."

"Ugh. What a s**** b**ch."

"The new guys even went to her stupid club after school yesterday!"

"I hope she doesn't taint them with her freaky weirdness."

"Be quiet before she hears you!"

(Y/n) rolled her eyes and looked out the bus window.

"Tch, these f**king idiots can't even whisper correctly..." She muttered. A couple minutes later and the bus stops. The chatter completely vanishes as (Y/n) stood up, everyone on the bus frozen still, eyes watching her every move. (Y/n) rolled her eyes again, adjusting her backpack before walking off the bus and towards the school. Once (Y/n) was off, the kids let out a sigh in relief before jumping out of the bus to go do their daily school things.

(Y/n) dropped her bag by her locker and quickly did the number code before opening her locker. She unzipped her bag and grabbed a binder. She bent down to put the binder into her bag, only to have her bag kicked away from her, all the contents inside her bag spilling out into the hallway. A girl with long black hair and pink eyes smirked, forcing an 'innocent' giggle.

"Whoops. My bad, b**ch." She said before walking off again. (Y/n) bit her lip before standing back up. She closed her locker and re locked it before getting to her knees and picking up all her stuff, placing it all back into her bag.

"Stupid b**ch. No need to act all high and mighty. You're not f**king wanted at your house either." (Y/n) muttered, slinging her backpack over one shoulder and walking towards her first class. English.

~~~

(Y/n) threw her backpack down on the classroom floor and sat at one of the desks. A young woman with short red hair and green eyes sat at the desk in the front, smiling happily as she looked over her notes.

"Ah, Miss (L/n). I'm so happy you found join today." The teacher said. (Y/n) clicked her tongue in annoyance.

"I said I'd come at least once a week Ms Pink." (Y/n) mumbled. "And Mr Alistor said that if I skip your class anymore my dad will hear about it." Ms Pink nodded.

"You still need to pass English Miss (L/n)." (Y/n) sighed and slouched in her chair, mumbling Spanish curses under her breath. The bell for first period rang and the playing of 'O Canada' commenced. Announcements following right after.

"Alright. Today we'll be learning how to read." Ms Pink said, standing up.

"Why are you talking to me as if there were more people in the class?" (Y/n) asked, raising her eyebrow. "I'm pretty sure I'm the only one in here." Ms Pink just smiled and placed a small book on (Y/n)'s desk.

"What is the title of this book?" Ms Pink asked. (Y/n) sat up a bit and looked at the cover, squinting her eyes at the words for a couple minuets.

"P-P-Per.... Perfe.... Perfect... P-P-Pic... Pictr... Picturez..." (Y/n) said, her eyebrows scrunched up in concentration. Ms Pink nodded.

"That's right! Perfect Pictures!" She cheered. "That was much better then last week!" (Y/n) sighed before opening to the first page of the book.

"P-Pict....urez... Picturez a-are... Pr... Pre...tty... Pretty." (Y/n) read, her finger trailing under the words. "Picturez h-h-haz... H-h-has.... Ha...ve... C-c-col... Colo..." (Y/n) ran a hand through her hair, groaning.

"This is too f**king hard!" She exclaimed, glaring at the book. "What's the point in reading if I already know how to speak?!" (Y/n) asked before standing up. She grabbed her bag and walked out of the room, muttering a quiet goodbye. Ms Pink sat down at her desk and wrote something on her clipboard.

"That's a new record. She stayed ten whole minuets."

~~~

(Y/n) wandered the halls aimlessly before wandering into the office. She waved to the secretary before knocking loudly on the principles office door. Without waiting for an answer she walked in and sat down on the wheelie chair in the corner if the room. Above the chair was a sign that read '(Y/n)'s chair. Do not steal'. Mr Alistor looked up from his paper work, only to see (Y/n) spinning around angrily in her chair.

"Welcome back. Were ye sent here this time or just happened to wander by?" Alistor asked, placing his head on his hand so he was supported by his desk. (Y/n) stopped spinning, only to glare at Alistor.

"I wasn't sent." She muttered.

"So ye threw a tantrum and stormed out of English class again." (Y/n) glared again.

"I did NOT throw a tantrum." She stated.

"Is that so? By the way ye were actin', I would've thought differently." (Y/n) crossed her arms, looking out the large window in the office.

"Burn me..." She muttered.

~~~

The second period bell rang and (Y/n) left the office, heading towards her next class. Food and Nutrition. (Y/n) walked into her class and set her bag down next to her seat. Most of the other kids in this class were piled up on the other side of the room, whispering and pointing.

"You're in this class too poppet? How wonderful!" Oliver cheered, skipping into the classroom. Arthur trailed behind him.

"Hello love. How are you?" He asked. (Y/n) blinked at the two.

"Shouldn't you two be over here? I wouldn't want to see any newbys get beat up their first full day here." (Y/n) said. Oliver laughed, sitting down at the table beside (Y/n)'s, Arthur sitting beside him begrudgingly.

"Oh no! We couldn't leave you here alone poppet! That would be so mean!" Oliver said, clasping his hands together. (Y/n) groaned and smashed her head against the metal counter in front of her, making everyone in the class except Arthur and Oliver laugh. The teacher walked in and began rambling on about kitchen safety and whatnot. No one was really listening.

"Did you see the way she talked to the new kids?"

"How rude can that b**ch get?"

"Why do they even bother with her?"

"Those two are so hot~"

"And their accents just make me want to melt!"

"Do you think they would sit with us if we asked?"

"Better to have them sit with us then with that wh**e."

(Y/n) clicked her tongue again, tapping her foot unconsciously as she glanced at the clock on the wall.

~~~

Second period finally ended as the bell for lunch rang. (Y/n) grabbed her bag and rushed out of the classroom, shoving a couple girls with her shoulder as she passed. The girls scoffed but continued walking. (Y/n) switched binders before making her way towards the loser club room. She walked inside and grabbed a bag of HBC before spinning around in a chair. She hummed a random, upbeat tune to herself as she spun around.

A couple minuets later, Seven and Yoosung walked into the room. V and Zen following a minuet later.

"Jaehee said that Jumin was called to help his father and won't be back until tomorrow." Zen said, opening his container of fruit.

"Jaehee went with him I suppose?" V asked. Zen nodded.

"Yes, she has." (Y/n) hummed and stopped spinning.

"So no club meeting after school today. All though, we need to put up talent show sign ups." (Y/n) said.

"No one ever signs up so why bother?" Seven asked, opening his Dr Pepper.

"I want to see if the newbys will actually sign up. It could make this year more... Interesting." (Y/n) said. Seven hummed before taking a sip of his drink.

"Whaaaaa!!! There's a tournament going on in my game! I must help them!" Yoosung yelled. "Don't tell Rika I'm ditching class V!" He added, running out of the room. V chuckled.

"So telling Rika." He stated.

"You're so evil V!" Seven exclaimed.

"Eh. I try."

"Yo (Y/n). You going to music today or nah?" Seven asked. (Y/n) shrugged.

"Might as well I guess."

~~~

After lunch (Y/n) walked towards the music room. A couple jocks and 'popular' kids shoved her while walking passed, and more weird rumours were circulating around the school. (Y/n) glared at pretty much everyone in the hall, making them shrink back in fear until she passed.

Once (Y/n) got to the music room, she put her backpack down and sat down at the drum set. The bell had already gone, meaning everyone was already sitting down with there instruments out. A lot of new students were in this class. Gillian and Gilbert played flute, Ivan and Viktor played cello, Feliancio and Lovino played Violin, and Luciano and Flávio played piano together. Mathew was in the percussion section beside (Y/n) while Matt played trombone.

"Glad you could make it Ms (L/n). Care to share why you were late to my class?" The teacher asked. (Y/n) hummed, tapping her on the base drum a couple times.

"I was talking with Mr Alistor." She replied. The teacher sighed.

"Play a basic rock beat. Everyone else, get out Rock Point 5." The teacher instructed. (Y/n) grabbed the drum sticks from beside Mathew, twirling them around as she waited for the teacher's signal.

~~~

The bell for fourth period rang and (Y/n) sighed, wandering around the halls. Her bag was slung over her shoulder, making her wince slightly every time the bag hit her back.

"Might as well go put up those sign up sheets for the talent show. Got nothing better to do." (Y/n) muttered to herself. She wandered towards her locker and unlocked it, grabbing a stack of papers and some tape before re locking it. Leaning against the locker next to (Y/n) was a boy with shaggy black hair, caramel skin and brown eyes. He had his arms crossed and there were knives in his pockets, along with a couple stray bullets.

"Sup (L/n)?" The boy asked. (Y/n) nodded to him as she walked to one of the walls, taping up one of the posters.

"Yo Rain. How's your gang?" She asked.

"They're all fine. Haven't gotten into any fights lately."

"That's good. Wouldn't want to save your a** for a third time." (Y/n) said, smirking. "Can't say the same thing for myself though."

"Of course not. You wouldn't be (Y/n) without getting into fights everyday." Rain said, looking at the posters in her hand. "Think anyone will sign up this year?" (Y/n) shrugged, walking to another wall to tape up another poster.

"Maybe. We did just get like, 20 something new students. Who knows. Maybe they'll be f**king stupid enough to sign up." 

"What the f**? 20+ new students?" Rain asked, his eyes widening. (Y/n) nodded.

"Hell yeah man." Rain opened his mouth to say something when someone tapped (Y/n)'s shoulder. (Y/n) stiffened slightly before turning around, coming face to face with a letterman jacket. 

"What the f*** do you want?" (Y/n) asked, glaring up at the jock.

"You were the one who beat my buddy up in the caf yesterday, eh?" The jock said, cracking his knuckles. (Y/n) rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

"Yeah? So what? Do you want to get beaten up too?" She asked.

"You're pretty cocky for a chick with a death wish." The jock said, taking a pocket knife from his pocket. (Y/n) ignored him and went back to putting posters up.

"Oi! Don't ignore me you b**ch!" The jock yelled, jabbing the knife towards her head. (Y/n) moved her head to the right and the knife stabbed the wall.

"At least I don't try to sleep with everyone in the whole school." (Y/n) said, shrugging. "You're probably carrying a bunch of STD's." The jock's ears turned red as he got even angrier.

"At least I can f**king read ya little s**t!" The jock exclaimed, stabbing at (Y/n). She dodged again, taping another poster up.

"At least I can pass my classes." The jock growled and grabbed (Y/n)'s arm, his grip making a hand print bruise.

"At least I have f**king parents." He growled, stabbing the knife into (Y/n)'s arm.

"So f**king what if I don't have loving f**king parents? At least my parents don't f**king pretend to love each other while they cheat on each other!" (Y/n) yelled. She kicked the jock back and yanked the knife out of her arm, tossing it onto the ground. The jock went to stand up, only to have a pistol pointed at his face. The jock went pale.

"Touch her again and you'll be dead where you stand." Rain stated, a dark glint in his eyes. The jock nodded frantically before running off. The two clicked their tongues in annoyance. (Y/n) began putting up more posters while Rain put his gun away.

"Stupid ba***rds." Rain grumbled.

"You can say that again..." (Y/n) agreed, taping up the last poster.

"I should go. The gang is waiting. You should drop by soon. They'd love to see you." Rain said. (Y/n) nodded.

"I'll do my best. Drop by one of my jobs or something sometime. I'll give ya a deal or something."

"Sure thing. See ya 'round (L/n)." Rain said, walking off. (Y/n) readjusted her bag as the final bell rang. Kids walked out of their classrooms and rushed towards their lockers as the bus pulled up. (Y/n) rolled her bloody sleeve up to her elbow as she climbed onto the bus.

"This is defiantly going to scar over... Damn it..."