Your mom was a drug addict and drinker, while your dad was very abusive. You had finally had enough of the abuse, so one night, you ran away, hearing voices calling for you at your home. You seemed human, but you were really a full blown monster, ju...
Me and Pj are on the way to Mr. Nightmare's class, history. When we walked in, we were early, so I found a seat between the window and Pj. Palette came in and saw me. "(Y/N)!" She called. Then she ran up and death hugged me. "Let her go. She can't breathe, Palette." Palette looked behind her to see Pj glaring at her. "Pj, I c-can handle myself." I said in defence. Palette got off of me and sat in the seat in front of me. I got back in my seat and got out my things for class. Pj never went to his locker, probably because he doesn't pay attention in class or simply doesn't care. All the other students walked in and were up and talking to each other, when the teacher came in.
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I'm just now realizing that all the teachers have been skeletons, along with most of the students. Anyways as soon as he came in, he said, "Everyone, please take your seats." Everyone went silent and sat down, like he was the most strict teacher in the school. I don't get that, he seems pretty nice and laid back. "I hear that there is a new student in my class today. Please come to the front and introduce yourself." I walk to the front of the room, innocent as ever, and without hesitating. "H-hello, I'm (y/n). M-mrs. Dream is my m-mom, Mr. C-cross is my d-dad, and Whipple a-and Lucid are my O-older siblings. I hope we can m-maybe be f-friends? And now th-that I think about it, M-mr. N-Nightmare is my u-uncle." I give a shy smile, and this time, all the boys except the teacher (thank God, cause he is your uncle) blush, leaving the girls glaring. Mr. Nightmare signaled for me to sit back down, giving a large smile and a small chuckle, making everyone gasp. "*GASP* MR. NIGHTMARE SMILED! HE NEVER SMILES, LET ALONE A CHUCKLE!" I give him a confused look, then giggle and smile. "Alright class, settle down. Everyone turn to page 159 and read until page 300, then write a 5 paragraph essay on it. I want it at the end of class, and if it is not done by the end of class it is homework." My eyes have another eye sparkling moment because I have memorized the entire book, word for word. What can I say? I love history, and I read the book again and again when I'm over at Uncle Nightmare's house. I quickly re-read the pages given and wrote the needed essay on the pages in about 30 minutes. (Each class is 2 hours long in this. ^v^') I bring up my paper and turn it in. I stay at my uncle's desk as he read my essay. He read through it, just as fast as I remember from my last visit, and he went wide eyed. He graded my paper and showed me the grade. It was an A+! I gave him a big smile and hugged him. He hugged back, gave me a smile, and chuckled again for my childish behavior. "Btw, Uncle Nightmare, if you ever need some cheering up, I've got a skele-ton of puns that I think you would find pretty humerous." I said making him snicker, then burst out into laughter. He immediately slapped his hand over his mouth when he realized that the entire class heard. He started blushing madly. (I know that because he has told me before. Is that what that hue was on all the other skeleton's skulls?) I don't understand why, though. He laughs all the time when I visit him. Anyways, I gave a large smile, then sat back down and doodled in my free time. I was just drawing a random person, until I finished the picture and saw who it was. (Art not mine)
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I started blushing a little bit, then Pj saw my doodle. His magenta hue appeared on his face again, while I blushed harder.
Pj POV I was still "reading" when I saw (y/n) get up with a finished essay. What?! She can't possibly be done! We only started half an hour ago. She turned it in and waited for Mr. Nightmare's response. He went wide eyed and gave her an A+. That's another first. First, she managed to make him smile, that is already a miracle. Second, she got a chuckle earlier, that is preposterous. Now she has gotten the highest grade in the class on her first day! Then she hugged him, and he hugged back, another first time. Then she said, "Btw, Uncle Nightmare, if you ever need some cheering up, I've got a skele-ton of puns that I think you would find pretty humerous." He snickered, another surprise then... WHAT?!?! HOW?! Mr. Nightmare... LAUGHED?! He realized that everyone heard and slapped his hand over his mouth and blushed. (Y/n) looked slightly confused but still gave a large smile and sat back down next to me. She started to doodle, since she had free time. I pretended to be reading, but I was actually watching her. She was just so... innocent and cute and pretty. What am I thinking? I feel the need to protect her from the bullies at school, even if it is my own gang. Anyways she finished her doodle and started blushing, so I looked at her picture, and it was... me? I started blushing, too. She noticed and blushed harder. She looks adorable when she blushes. I don't even care any more. I've only spent a few hours with her, and I think I've fallen for her. I want her to be mine. The sparkle I keep seeing in her eyes when she hears what we are doing in class, it makes me want to be close to her and it makes her even cuter. I still can't believe what miracles she has brought to this school. The bell is now about to ring. Lunch is next and I would like her to sit with me at lunch. She is also a very good artist. The bell rang and I quickly grabbed my things and walked over to (Y/n). "Hey (y/n)? You want to sit with me and my friends at lunch? We got room." She smiled, that sparkle returning to her eyes, and nodded. She grabbed her stuff and we were off to the cafeteria for lunch.
Author: Yay! Another chappie out! This time it was 1093 words. What you think Pj?
Pj: I hate you so much. *sits in a corner by himself madly blushing and ready to cry with his knees against his face*
Author: Aww, come on. It wasn't that bad. At least the reader doesn't know yet.
