In reality this is my third fanfic, but second one published. I honestly don't know where this is going. Well, let's just see where it takes us!

You groan as your aunt walks into your room. You sigh and place (your favorite book) down on your bed and look at her, brushing your (h/c) hair out of your narrowed eyes. "What do you want?"

Your aunt doesn't even chastise you for being rude. Instead, she sits down on your bed. "Listen, (y/n)…" she begins.

You roll your (e/c) eyes. You already knew what was going to happen.

"I understand you just moved here, so why don't you go out to meet the neighbors? They're all really nice," your aunt says in a sweet tone. But you knew better. This was just her politely saying "get out." On first glance, your aunt seemed nice. Perfectly curled blonde hair, a slender body, blue eyes, a sweet voice and she was also extremely polite. But each and every one of her "perfections" was just another thing you hated about her. In reality, she was extremely stuck up and obnoxious, and she smoked. Not that you had anything against smoking, it was their choice, but thanks to all of the smoke in the house you were certain you would only live up to 50. Ah well.

You sigh again and pick up your book and start reading. "Like you would know. You've been here the same amount of time I've been here, and the only reason you go out is to pick up new boyfriends. Like you don't already have enough." You mumble the last part to yourself. You don't look up as you feel your aunt get off the bed. Suddenly you felt a hard, sharp slap against your cheek. You just put your hand on your numb cheek and look up at your aunt with dazed eyes. This had happened before, many times before.

"You foul, foul child!" She hisses. "I am kind enough to not only give you a roof, but a room and hospitality! I even tried to ignore your being rude earlier! You will do what I tell you to! I will be leaving for work in a minute, so wash up your ugly and disgraceful face and go out and enjoy the sunshine, even though you don't enjoy it! I will give you freedom when you start school, unlike other caretakers, so right now you will listen to me!" She hissed, shouted and spat all of that at you. When she finished, she dusted herself off, like your room was contaminated. You just stare at her with dazed eyes, looking but not looking at her. She slaps you again, and your face slams to the side and you stare down at your comforter, your book still open in your lap, your face simply hanging to the left, limp. You see your aunt look at you, and then walk out of your room and slam the door.

When you hear her stomp down the stair and open and shut the front door, you walk over to your window after dog earing the book and setting it carefully on your bed. You open up the curtains and blink a few times, adjusting to the too bright sunlight. You see your aunt's car backing out carefully from the garage, then zooming off out of the neighborhood. You yawn and sigh. Maybe your aunt was right, maybe it was time to make some friends. No one could be worse than her, after all.

Sorry for the short chapter. I'll try harder next time! Please ccomment on what you thought! I appreciate it! I take requests for stories, 2P and 1P, as well as nyo/genderbend. Critique is more than welcome!

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