-?- Brights Up My Day -?- Mystreet?PDH?MCD Oneshots

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~Things you need to know~
Y/n - your name
R/g/n - random girl's name
F/c - favorite color
F/i/c - favorite ice cream flavor

(I'm not going to be adding the other stuff since looking at my oneshots, it kinda looks weird for me)

Y/n' POV:
"Hhheeyyy straight face ," r/g/n laughed along with her other friends.

I guess I can't have a peaceful day now, huh?

I walked passed them without even acknowledging them. I could say I hate them. But I'm really used to being called like that.

I mean, I don't really express any feelings. I don't smile. I don't laugh. Everything. The reason was my parents' death. I was 7 at the time and really couldn't forget about it.

Both were just buying something while I was left at home. It has been hours since they've been gone to the store.

To keep myself clam I decided I should watch some T. V. But, that was one of the hugest mistakes I have ever made.

It was on the news. They reported about a couple being hit by a truck. And I knew it was my parents. No one ever told me.

Them being gone was painful. I wish I could see them again. Suddenly someone interrupted me with my thoughts.

"Hi y/n!" A familiar voice said. It was Dante. I dont even know why he even tries to be my friend. Sure, I dont have friends but, that was completely fine with me.

He was also one of the popular boys at school along with his friends, Garroth, Laurance, and Travis.

All the girls loved him. They were jealous of me because Dante has his attention on me.

"Look Dante, I want to be alone right now. Leave me alone," I said in my monotone voice. This monotone voice was a very cheerful voice back then. Well, everything changed after they died.

I was going to go until he grabbed my wrist. I turned around to face him with a confused look.

"Hey, maybe can we hangout tomorrow? Its Saturday tomorrow," He requested with hope in his eyes. He always ask this stupid question everyday. I already told him no. But knowing him, he'll never give up.

"How many do I have to say this. No!" I said with anger in my voice.

"Please.. For once,"

"Promise me you'll never have to bother me again,"