Peter parker x reader (exchange student)

11. Dark thoughts

This part will have graphic material such as, Suicidal habits, Physical and Mental abuse, and Bullying. If you are not comfortable reading this, sorry this was warned mature :)

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THIS PART IS A FLASHBACK TO YOUR PAST!
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Your Pov

I walked out of my small, cluttered bedroom that only had a bed and a desk with a broken lamp on it. I sleepily walked into the kitchen with my two foster siblings and parents.
I sat down at the table like I was always told to.
"Good morning, mom" I said as my 'mom' maneuvered around the kitchen cooking because for her two ungrateful biological children and her lazy husband.

"What have I told you about calling me your mother? Your nearly my equal. My daughter would never have such split ends and bad choice of clothing." She said as she placed a plate in front of me. It had a half of piece of bacon, a spoonful of eggs, and a strawberry. I looked up at her as she turned away to prepare the other plates for her family. I made sure she wasn't looking before dumping my plate into the trash.

"Oh, How exquisite! Yum!" I acted to enjoy the food. I rolled my eyes and walked into my room again. I pulled the suitcase from underneath my bed and placing it on top. I pulled out 1 of 5 out fits I had for school. My foster parents didn't buy me many clothes. I slipped my baby blue sweater over my head. Then, put on my patched jeans. I put on some sneakers and walked out to get my back and things. Instead I ran into-

"Sup Dickhead!" My foster brother said shoving me into a wall. He continued his way and his mom placed a full plate of breakfast. The plate was loaded with eggs, bacon, and fruit. I would be lying if I said I didn't envy them. They had it all. Parents that loved them, unlimited amounts of clothes, endless food options, any kid who is my position would want that more than anything.

I brushed off my shoulder and the devil herself walked past me. "Ew! Your presence ruined my clothes! Now I smell like you!" My foster sister said.
"Mom she ruined my clothes!" she shouted.

"Oh my honey! Got change now, You look horrible! Y/n! What have I told you! Out of the house before my REAL children wake!" she emphasized on the word real. I rolled my eyes, picked up my backpack, and walked out the house. I always walked to school but my siblings had a personal shofar, curiosity of my 'mother'. I made it to school, with the persona I had. I was known as the weirdo, cracked up daughter. I didn't care though, I shrugged it off and came to school everyday. I would listen to music on my MP3 Player that my last foster got me because my recent parents don't think a phone is necessary for me.

"What's wrong? You've been asking but I don't have answer"
The music sang in my delicate ears as I walked through the halls of my school. People whispering and looking at me. This was normal. New rumors about me everyday, gotta love that right? I got to my locker and opened grabbing my textbooks when I felt a soft tap on my stern shoulder. I turned around to see Sean, one of the most popular boys in school. I slid my headphones from my head and raising my eyebrows.

"Hi, huh- Y/n. I was wondering if you wanted to go out on a date- with- with me?" He asked shyly. I wasn't falling for it. I was tricked so many times my life was a lie. I slammed my locker.

"You think it's funny to play with peoples emotions?! It's not!" I said shouted before walking away. I went into the bathroom and as soon as I walked in the girls stared at me. I stared back.
"What?" I said sternly. They scattered out into the halls. I went into a stall and locked. I sat on the toilet not caring about the bacteria that was on it. I sighed and tears poured out. My life was actual shit. Like living shit. I brushed my tears away as the bell rang for 1st hour. I picked up my stuff and walked off.
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After school I was the first one to live this hell hole. I didn't go straight home. I would always stop by the park. I would go by the pond and skip rocks for hours. It was always better than being at 'home'. But it was getting a little late so I began to head home.
The wind blowing in my soft locks of hair. I continuously pushed my backpack up on my slugged shoulder. I got home and opened the door. I walked pass my siblings and mother as the called me multiple times.