Okay, so… yeah.

I decided to write a Baldi's Basics fanfic.

I can see my followers… unfollowing me, one by one…

But for those who came here from the fandom, hi! FanFiction added a new category and I decided to write right away.

So, enjoy!


Chapter 1: Moving out

You kept your eyes out the window and watched the trees on the pavement passing by one by one. The sound of the leaves rustling went along with the sound of the car engine as it kept going down the wide, unfamiliar road. You kept your hand rested on your chin and your elbow on the windowsill, letting your mind drift off, trying to let go of the bothersome matters you'd held from the beginning of the trip.

You let out a tired sigh. Those matters were still stuck in your mind. No matter how hard you tried, the effort seemed meaningless whenever you heard the sound of the nature of the surroundings, feeling the chilling wind of late July hitting your face ever so lightly through the open window. They were usually the things you enjoy a lot. You had a soft spot for nature, and you felt extra energetic whenever the weather was cool and pleasant, or the view was absolutely stunning. However, right now, they weren't helping your mental state at all.

Without moving your body, you took a glance at the driver. When you spotted her annoyed face, you felt the anger boiling in your body but also the chill running down your spine. Whenever you looked at her angry or annoyed face, you somehow had mixed feelings. You felt anger, but also fear. For over three hours, if not needed, you didn't dare move a muscle or say a word to break the uncomfortable silence. You knew she was mad, and you also knew exactly why.

You were always a good student with good behaviors and paid full respect to not only your friends, your teachers, but also all the people you'd ever known. That was why almost all your friends liked you and every teacher favored you… although your grades weren't the best. You usually got Bs or Cs in general, and occasionally an A, but those As was because of the constant, harsh yelling and threats of your step-mother, the person who was driving at the moment. To sum up, you weren't very good at getting the top, A+ grade in nature. So when your step-mother expected you- no, forced you to get into one of the world's most famous, high-qualified high schools in your hometown, you weren't surprised when she threw insults at you and even hit you with heavy things after you both found out that you'd failed the entrance exam to get into that school. You couldn't do anything but stayed silent for that whole week, because you feared that she could possibly disown you if you even tried to talk it through.

You tried the best of your abilities, and you wished she could at least accept that. But that didn't seem to be the case.

After one school year of studying in a different, ordinary high school in your hometown, during dinner, your step-mother slammed the table and straight out said that she'd had enough. She said that she felt ashamed whenever she talked with your neighbors because she had to tell them you'd failed to get into a good school and had to attend a "terrible" school (it's actually a pretty decent school to other people, but it's terrible to her). So, she decided that you were going to take an entrance exam to another school that summer.

She said that it was a wonderful school judging by the photos and reviews online, but before she even mentioned that, you already knew that it was a top school because only the best ones could get her attention. But what you didn't expect was that the school was over 300 miles away from the current place you were living at.

Hearing that news made your heart drop.

That could only mean you were going to move if you managed to pass the exam (well, you must pass, given the situation), and you secretly worried for your mental state. All this time, the things that helped you keep your sanity were your friends, your teachers and good neighbors. Now that you were forced to move to a bigger city miles away from home, what were you going to do? You were made to enroll in a big and famous school with a pressuring, competitive environment without anyone you knew while living with this woman who would beat you for not getting perfect grades and would even use you as stress-reliever. How were you supposed to keep yourself sane?

Knowing there was no point in protesting against it because you knew you had no chance of winning the argument, you had no other option than studying exhaustedly until the days of the entrance exam. And your step-mother was delighted and overjoyed when you passed the exam with flying colors. She definitely felt proud of herself, not you of course, and she went to every place of your neighborhood to boast about her effort of helping you study non-stop and supporting you all the way. Well, obviously, you knew deep in your mind that it was a sore lie, but you tried to brush it off and sealed your mouth shut. You just felt relieved that you passed. You didn't really feel proud of it though. Yes, you did study everyday until midnight without any minute of rest, but the effort didn't really pay off much.

Because you cheated.

It was a dangerous decision the first time you thought of it, but you decided that there was no other way of passing this exam, judging by your grade last exam, regardless of the effort you put into it. So, on the last few days until the big day, you still stayed up until midnight, but instead of studying, you spent hours online searching for the most effective ways of cheating and making stuff needed for it, and that included sneaking out to get the items you needed. In daytime, you constantly glanced around to see if your mother was looking at you and stole the things. You preferred doing it at night though, because you were always sure what time she was fully asleep and couldn't catch you snooping outside your room.

After hours of being in the exam room the first day, you felt your body noticeably shaking the first moment you stepped you foot outside. The other students and teachers thought that you had an anxiety attack or just excessively nervous, so some comforted you. You thanked them and said good words back to them, but at the back of your mind, you deeply felt guilty for lying to them. You couldn't believe you were able to cheat and came out of the room clean without anyone suspecting. A few days after, you were quite used to it and were better at it. You didn't know if you should feel proud of it, but it was for the best. One wrong move and your step-mother would've beaten you to death because you would have been banned from taking the exam any further.

If someone ever asked you what the most sorrowful day and moment of your life was, you would surely have an answer right away. It was the day you put your things into your car, bid goodbye to your friends, neighbors and the hometown you spent your entire childhood at up until the moment your mother started the car and drove off, leaving the people you adored far into the distant.

You snapped out of your mind when you heard the woman in the driver seat let out a loud and long sigh. You did that as well, but your sigh was heavy and full of frustration.

Sometimes you just couldn't understand how to please your step-mother, or even how to understand her at all. She was happy and cheery when you two were packing your things, humming to herself an upbeat tune, and you knew that was because she was remembering how she was given so many praises when she told them about your- no, her success, and also probably imagining how proud she could be when she met new people at your new place. But halfway through the trip, she started getting mad at almost everything, mumbling something from time to time in a not-so-happy tone. You figured that she was tired because of the long trip, plus she mentioned that moving house was bothersome during the time when you were preparing for the exam, and that you two had to move because you failed the first entrance exam to the first high school she chose. So in conclusion, she was angry at you. As mentioned, you weren't the smartest kid, but it didn't take a genius to figure it out.

And so, you just sat there, said nothing and slowly drifted off to sleep when your eyelid got tired of opening for many hours straight, starting from six in the morning to now, which was three in the afternoon.