~Author's note ~
Hi. This is my first fanfic and my mother tongue isn't English so any critical advice is appreciated. Please don't be a dickhead in the comments (if anyone even reads this that is)
I only ship their online persona or them in lore (if I'm shipping any of them that is)
Their personality might be slightly OOC to their online persona, but this is my AU so I'll use that as an excuse on why my writing is shit.
And thank you to my friend VampireAcademyTotallyAddicted for editing this I will make this living hell for you to edit and make you wish that you didn't volunteer to help me :]
(please don't hate me after this)
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1
-George pov-
It's the first day of senior year, and I have a feeling this year isn't going to go well. Why do I have to go back to that hellhole that society call school that is "educational" and "important", not even the teachers know what the class is about, maybe they do, but why the fuck would I need to know this shit, most of them aren't even nessecary to know in life, like since when do we need to know algebra, if humans didn't invent it then no one needs to know it, it really is a waste of time. The only important thing about going to school is to get that certificate that you get when you graduate, and is it worth the years of my life wasted in this place? Hell no.
But this year feels different, it's going to be worse and it's not because of the school system, it's probably because I already miss the bus before even getting to the building, and the fact that the first group I see seems judgemental and "cool", but what did I expect from them they probably self diagnose themselves with depression or anxiety to be "cool", so I hope I never have to see them again. I really need to find my friends and my class. Why the fuck is this place so big, it's been like 5 years and I still get lost in here.
"Hey George!" Karl said, waving at me from a distance.
"Oh, hi Karl, I didn't see you there."
"How was your break?"
"Eh, it was ok, but didn't I just see you yesterday?"
"Don't know if you heard of it George, but it's called small talk."
"Whatever, have you seen Quackity? I haven't seen him yet."
"Not really, I just got here."
Where the fuck is Quackity? Is he late, again? Probably not, he usually isn't late for the first day.
"Wait he's calling me, I'll put it on speaker."
"Quackity where the fuck are you?" I asked
"Um, you guys won't believe it, but I think I went to the wrong school bus."
"What the fuck, it's a different school bus with people that you've never met in your life, how the fuck do you get on the wrong schoolbus? It's not like it's your first day at this school you idiot." I said, how the fuck does that happen.
"Don't blame me! Everyone else went on the wrong bus too."
How the could humans be so stupid? I swear, humans are devolving, like how a dinosaur evolved into a chicken. Wait, isn't that supposingly evolving? I'm quite confused now.
"Well we can't wait for him, we have to get to class in like five minutes" Karl told me, turning off his phone.
I'm glad my first class is with Karl, because I forgot where the room is, but there's no way I'm going to ask people for directions.
"Sorry I'm late, I went on the wrong bus." Quackity said, rushing into the room, out of breath.
"That is detention for you Mr. Quackity." God the teacher's annoying.
"BUT IT'S NOT MY FUCKING FAULT! EVERYONE ELSE ALSO WENT ON IT."
"And that is an extra 2 detentions Mr. Quackity, for swearing and raising your voice at me."
I definitely heard Quackity mutter something about hiding her body after killing her with a calculus book. Not sure if he was joking or not, but I would love to help. That woman's a bitch.
I was lost in thoughts about ways to murder a math teacher, until someone tapped me on my shoulder.
"Uhm how can I help yo-" I said, turning my head around until I saw who it was.
"Can I copy your notes?" it was Dream, why the fuck did he think I would give them to him? He knows how I feel about him after he broke up with me like 3 years ago, did he cheat on me? No. But are we friends? No, no one really knew about it and he acts like he doesn't know me so why bother talking Mr.I'm totally straight, straight as a bendy ruler that is.
"No, fuck off." I said turning back to the board.
"C'mon George, I really need them." He pleaded.
"If you need them so badly, then ask someone else."
"But you're the only person I know in this class."
"You know me? Really, it didn't seem like it when you ignored me in front of your ex-girlfriend. I just wanted to ask if you have seen Karl."
"Well, how on earth would I know?"
"If you had allowed me to finish my sentence before you cut me off, dickhead." I said, slamming his head with my calculus book, then turning my head back to face the whiteboard . One more year and I'll never have to see him again.
"So what was that about killing our math teacher with a calceus book that you said earlier?" I asked Quackity for a conversation starter.
"I would if it wasn't illegal, she's not worth a felony for."
"Why is Dream staring at you George?" Karl asked,"Did you smack him or something?"
"Yeah, about that… I may or may not have slammed his head with my
calculus book after he asked for my notes." I said with an innocent smile. "He deserved it."
"What the fuck, George! What did the poor man do to you?" Quackity said in a joking tone.
"Hmm, let me think… He just broke up with me one day and ignored me for the past 3 years. Then he expected me to give him my notes just because he doesn't know anyone else in the class and couldn't be bothered to take his own notes. He probably used his last brain cell if he even had one in the first place." I said staring deep into Quackity's soul.
"What the fuck George, you dated the fucking Dream and didn't bother to tell us?" Karl said in a jokingly mad way.
"What do you mean he doesn't know anyone else in the class? I've been in the same class with him for the past 5 years." Quackity said, offended, I couldn't tell if he was joking or not.
Dream just walked up to us. " George, can I speak to you for a second?"
"No." I said firmly.
"Well, care to explain why you slammed my head with your book?"
"Because you were a dick, again."
" I just wanted to borrow your notes, I forgot to bring a notebook."
"And I said no, so fuck off."
Dream sighed and walked away.
Please excuse the plot that goes nowhere, violence is happening soon and the math teacher would suffer the same fate as the chicken I ate for dinner last night. ✨cannibalism✨ (wait would that mean I'm a chicken). And that is the end of the first chapter of my shitty writing.
And thank you VampireAcademyTotallyAddicted for helping me with my shitty writing.
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