AmericaxBurned!Reader- I Don't Care Chp. 1

You were sitting in your homeroom class with your nose buried in a book, blocking out your loud, obnoxious classmates. None of your classmates talked to you or even tried to, but you were used to it at this point. All of your classmates avoided speaking to you because of what you looked like, and in all honesty, you didn't blame them. You see, you have beautiful (h/l) (h/c) hair and amazing (e/c) eyes, and you had a nice body to match, but none of that mattered. It didn't matter because of what your skin looked like and what your voice sounded like. You had horrible scars covering your legs, arms, and face and your voice had become scratchy and you coughed a lot. You shuddered as you remembered the accident that gave you these scars and cough.

Flashback:

You were sleeping peacefully in your bed, until you heard the panicked voices of your parents. You slowly stirred in your bed, and you sniffed the air, wondering what that strange smell was. Once you were awake more, you realized that strange smell was smoke, and you shot up, looking around your room. There was smoke seeping in under the door. You screamed as you realized this meant your house was on fire. You jumped out of bed and ran to the door, pulling it open as fast as you could. The room was full of smoke, and you called your parents' names, trying to find them. "(f/n)!" Your head whipped around as you heard your mother's voice. you slowly made your way to where her voice had come from.

You found your mother kneeling on the floor next to your father, who appeared to have passed out because of the smoke. You put your hand on your mother's shoulder, and she jumped a bit, but calmed after she realized it was you. Your eyes were stinging because of the smoke and it hurt to speak as you said," Mom, we have to get out of here!" She shook her head sadly and said," We can't, the door is blocked." You stood there shocked as your mom pulled you down into an embrace and started singing, trying to calm you down as you cried, thinking you were going to die. Her voice soon lulled you to sleep, and the last words you heard were, "I love you, (f/n)."

End Flashback:

A tear slipped down your cheek at the memory of your parents. It was a miracle, the doctors had said. You had barely survived the fire that destroyed your house and killed your parents. You only survived because of the way your mother had been holding you. Her body protected you from the fire long enough for firemen to put the bulk of the flames out, and pull you to safety. Even though you were alive, your parents had both died due to burns and smoke inhalation. The majority of your body had been burned terribly, leaving behind horrible scars all over your once flawless (s/c) skin. The smoke you inhaled damaged your lungs and throat, causing you to cough a lot, and left your voice sounding scratchy and raspy.

This had happened the summer before your first year in high school, and by the time high school came, you had recovered enough to attend. The first day of school was awful. Every student and teacher stared at you as you walked by. Everyone avoided you like you were the plague, even those that you had called friends. They were all too afraid to approach you, and you were naturally shy, and embarrassed by your scars and voice, so you didn't try to talk to anyone. After that day, you always wore long sleeved hoodies and long pants, trying to cover as much skin as possible. You even put your hood up, and despite that being against dress code, teachers didn't tell you otherwise, knowing how badly you were scarred. Soon the students and teachers would hardly notice you except for the times when you coughed. Because of your cough and bad lungs, you were allowed to carry a water bottle with you, and you kept it in your purse. Teacher's never called on you, and you always presented oral speeches in private to avoid embarrassment. If you had a question you would write it down for the teacher, and that's also how you communicated to other students when you had to. You didn't mind though, it hurt to speak too long and you were embarrassed by your voice, so you refrained from speaking. That's how your school life was and still is, even though you were in your junior year of high school.

You weren't bullied too much, because most people were too afraid to even approach you, but you did hear an insult here and there, but you never cared too much. As long as you weren't hurt physically you were fine. You didn't mind being ignored by everyone, as long as you had a book to read and you didn't have to speak you were content with your life. Today was no different as you sat in homeroom with a book in hand. At least it was normal until your teacher came into the classroom and stood in front of the class.

Mr. Lloyd( a/n-my teacher's name) clapped his hands and called out," Everyone have a seat!" The students slowly made their way to their desks. Satisfied that everyone was sitting Mr. Lloyd clapped again, gaining everyone's attention." Class, we have a new student who will be joining our class today." He opened the door and gestured for the new student to come in. No one came in, and your classmates began to whisper amongst themselves. You looked at the door confused,' Maybe the new kid got lost?' You didn't think that too long as a voice called out," ALFRED F. JONES, THE HERO, HAS ARRIVED!"

a/n- I listened to this song when I got the idea for a story like this- Link