✑ 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘴 ; 𝘮𝘤𝘺𝘵 + 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ∴ ✉

Eleven

Your last class for the day just happened to be IT, one of the three classes you shared with Tommyinnit. He was sat in front of a loud boy with brown hair (his name was Henry), and you were sat in front of him. The teacher was a cheerful young man, addressed as Mr Scott, who welcomed you into the class with a friendly smile and words of welcome. Before class, Tommy had met you at your locker, scaring you when he appeared suddenly at your side as you where closing the door. He shuffled from left foot to right while you locked and twisted the combination lock, then speed walked his way down the hall. You had rolled your eyes, but hurried to keep up with his long stride non the less, almost running into him when he stopped suddenly to open the doors.

Now the time on your computer rolled ever closer to the end of the day, and you watched it like Quackity watching his sub count flit from 2M to bellow and back up again. You had finished the task, a simple written code assessment to see what level everyone was at, and Mr Scott had allowed you free time. The Minecraft launcher had tempted you, but the thought of someone recognising your world quickly shadowed the thought. Sure, you could put yourself out as some massive fan girl who wanted to recreate the exact world of your favourite streamer, block for block, but you weren't the best at acting. There was no way you could trust yourself to play it down. So, you settled on reading for the time being. Well, that was until you got a message from Wilbur via Discord.

Wiblur Scoot
Hey, check your follower numbers on YT and Twitch 

You don't answer, but open up YouTube first. Your eyes widen at the sight, and you instantly sit up straighter, ignoring the looks from the person next to you. Thankfully, being beside the wall had its perks. You angle the screen toward said wall, leaning your back against it and pulling your knees up to your chest. Below your name, in bold letters, is displayed the number 91.4k. You can feel your stomach clenching and releasing itself, and you type in the link for twitch as fast as you can. 1.1 million followers.

You allow a small squeal to escape your lips, covering it with an awkward cough, opening Discord and clicking on Wilburs icon. You hesitate, then click back out and onto Twitch just to look at the number again. You're about to ping Wilbur when the bell rings. You jump from your seat like it's caught fire beneath you, waiting impatiently for Mr Scott to dismiss you then practically booking it back you your locker, walking as fast as you trust yourself to go with your back-up laptop in hand. After all, you couldn't cart a whole gaming set up around with you during school hours. 

You shove the laptop into you bag, taking your phone from your pocket and swinging the door shut with a clang.

'Hey,'
'GESUS CRUSTY AND ALL THINGS HAM AND CHEESE-'
'What the fuck-?'
You pick up your phone from the ground where you had dropped it, catching sight of plain black sneakers with a faded nike logo. You take a few breaths to calm your racing heart, before standing back up and coming face to face with Tommy. Well, more like face to neck, he was taller then you by quite a few inches. 

You look up at him questioning. 'What do you want?' You ask.
'Just checking up and asking how your first day was,' He replies.
'Scaring me half to death more like it,' You grumble, checking to see that the screen protecter on your phone wasn't cracked anywhere. It wasn't and you heaved a sigh of relief. You look back up to where he's standing awkwardly in front of you. 'What?' You ask again.

'What?'
'Whatever, I have things to do, cya tomorrow.' You turn you back on him, waving over your shoulder and stepping into the throng of people.

.A few kids bump into you, but you push them back. There's so many people that they don't seem to notice, and continue trying to worm their way through the lines. Eventually you manage to find you way outside and over to your mothers car where she was waiting for you. The night before you have both discussed what was going to happen- whether you would catch the bus or not depended on the day. Tuesday, Thursday and Friday you would catch the bus home, but your mother would pick you up from school on Mondays and Wednesdays, unless of course she was needed for work or something like that. You open the door, sliding into the front passenger seat and propping your bag up on your knees. 

'Hey, how was your first day?' Your mother asks, her eyes on the road but a smile lingering on her face so you know she's listening.
'It was OK,' You hum, 'School was school,'
'And did you find everything alright?'
You rest you chin on hands, jiggling your knees up and down so your head moves, 'I 'suppose so. Someone met me at the office and spent first period showing me 'round the school.'
'Oh? And were they nice?' Your mother queries.
'He was OK,' You respond simply, eager to avoid the subject of Tommy.

Your mother laughs to herself and shakes her head. 'He, you say? Tell me about him,' 
'Mum!' You shriek, horrified at the thought of what might be going through her head. 'That's gross!'
'So that's a no?'
You gag, shoving your finger into your open mouth and sticking out your tongue. 'That's a no,'
'Ah, well, there are other boys,'
You shake your head firmly. 'No thank you. Moving on...'

You move your mic so it's sitting comfortably in front of your mouth. 'Good afternoon, morning, and evening, chat! How are we all?'
You smile as the comments start to roll in, people screaming about being early or first, as well as some hellos and hearts thrown into the mix. For the first few minutes you talk about nothing in particular. Absentmindedly rambling on about your first day of school, the new teachers, and artfully dodging the topic of the boy who showed you around. You change the name of the stream to Just Chatting, and try not to scream as your view count hits 4 thousand, the highest it's ever been. You log onto the new SMP, planning on getting some home decorating done.

Quite a lot people donate, more then usual, anyway, asking for you to have a go at naming the random objects in their houses and what they should have for dinner. The next donation makes you laugh.

'Thanks for the twenty pounds! Actually, I need to get familiar with the currency here. You guys are spoiling me today. Uh- let's see what it says... I'm new but I've been joining your streams when I can, even if I'm in school right now- Aw, thanks! You should probably focus on your work, though, instead of watching me play Minecraft- Also, The ketchup shortage here Is bad send help.' You freeze in game, and curl into yourself under the table. 'The fucking what?' You sputter, giggling to yourself for a bit before siting back up and taking control of your character. 'I am uh- I'm sorry to hear about that. You must be going through a tough time.' 

You hummed under your breath in between the silences so chat knew you were still talking to them. It was nice, sitting in your chair with so many people watching you, but for some reason you felt like you didn't deserve it. Sure, it wasn't like you were using people to get a higher count, but you hadn't done it completely on your own. It made you wonder where you would be if Wilbur hadn't shown up, or his Twitch chat had never mentioned you. You were thankful, of course you were, but it didn't stop it from crossing your mind. 

You push the thought away and focus on your game. You were here now, and that's all that mattered. 

We're on a roll, people! Been writing these chapters like my fingers are on fire. Don't forget to vote, comment, and eat, drink and smile. You're loved and appreciated just by being you! Enjoy the rest of your day/afternoon/eventing! 

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