She wants Frisk, Azzy, and me to call her mom, but I personally don't believe I deserve the right to call her mom anymore. Or call Asgore dad or any of the nicknames Frisk and Asriel gave 'our' friends. I sat at the other side of the table from every one else. Well at least who I have mentioned except for Asgore. Just like him everyone moved out once they got on their feet. While Frisk and Azzy were talking and eating breakfast, I was just picking at my food until it was time to go to school. I normally walk to school alone. Frisk was always trying to get me to ride with them to school. I would refuse most of the time. Azzy would try to walk to school with me but I always ended up making negative or awkward tension, and so now I purposely try to stay away from them. I can see that it also makes them upset, but they just have to live with it, just like I do. (still going)

It was finally time for us to go to school. I washed my dish and put it away in the pantry. I said my goodbye to Toriel before walking out the door. I started walking down the street and Frisk and Azzy decided to tag along beside me. They tried to make conversation with me but I wouldn't talk. It truly took most of my will power to not tell them to shut up and leave me alone. So, today the walk was just awkward tension mostly. Finally, we made it to school, Frisk split ways with me and Azzy when they saw their group of friends. (going)

They normally didn't just split from me until I told them to. Frisk noticed that we haven't talked much since I was first revived. I know Frisk is trying their best to get me to hang with their squad but I just don't find a interest in them. Azzy normally hangs around Frisk group because he believes he can get one of them to date him. Specifically Jenna, he loves her wavy brunette hair, he said it's as soft as his fur and Azzy's fur is soft. I would've liked her if she wasn't a dick to me. I mean she is nice to Azzy and Frisk, but when it comes to me she gives constant insults when my "siblings" aren't around. She said I was a slob, always called me split ends, because not only was my hair not well kept but people say I am heavily violent or rough one the edges when you first even look at me. She was always mocking me for having this dead inside look on my face, and said it meant that my birth mom abandoned me because I was probably going to 'kill someone' later on in my life. (going)

It always bought flashbacks every time she would say it. But I will have you informed that my mom did not abandoned me. She also talked about me behind my back and spread rumors. One was that I gave a kid a black eye and broken nose. I got suspended for a couple of days when the rumor spread. The kid she was talking about was a 6th grader who I think might have abusive parents. But for the fact that was a 6th grader and i was a 8th grader it didn't look to well on my reputation of being a trouble maker. Because of this, all the 6th graders are now scared of me. I hate that ***** so much. It makes me upset that Azzy has a crush on her. It makes me upset that Frisk is her friend. I feel like one day she is going to break both of their hearts. (going)

I was thinking so much that I didn't realize had left and someone was calling my name. I realized it was one of my School friends, Travis. Travis was an... interesting person. He came from Australia. He has told me and my group a bunch of crazy stories. He had once been shot with an arrow by his own uncle, He has the scars to prove it. Travis said that they were having an arrow war for fun. Don't ask why 'cuz I don't know. "Chara! Hello!" "Sup dude." "The group is waiting in the hallway and Makay'la keeps bugging us that we don't have much time to hang until class starts, you little psychopath." Then Travis walked off signaling me to follow. He started making jokes about about tragic events like "World War 2" and all that good flowing blood stuff. (going)

We finally arrived in the hallway with enough time to talk with the group while walking to class. There wasn't much to talk about, only grades and stuff. The good thing is that me and Johnny get to pick what to do after school, and from what I know about him is that he is my favorite in the group and on the low still semi loves death and loves chocolate. We are basically the same people... minus the genocide. I walked into the classroom and sat at my desk to wait until next period. (still going)

The bell finally rings so I can have my 15 minute break until next class. I don't go to the lockers like everyone else, because 1. that's a lot of work and 2. I carry everything around. I see Frisk and Azzy and their group walk up to me. They start talking about Christmas and what they are hoping to get, oh yeah, did I mention it's near the holidays and it's cold as Antarctica. I hate snow, it does something to me. It doesn't bother others as much as it does to me. Cold areas make me feel weak, to be honest I hated Snowdin. Not because the person that hates me most used to live there, but for the fact, that every time I was there when I was living I always got severe sickness or passed out at random. In fact, I wear more clothes than ever during winter. People still think its weird that I wear the sweater I have all the time, but I just really despise any thing that is remotely chilli. (going)

Now, back to reality, one kid in the asked me what I was hoping to get for Christmas. I should've known better, but the first thing that came out of my mouth was, "I hope I get a new set of sharpened knives." The kid looked a bit shook and everyone else n the group stared at me, including Jenna making her classic disgusted face, so I quickly corrected myself. "Why are you staring at me like that, I need them to be able to get faster at cooking, my mom needs extra hands around the house you know..." The good thing is that everyone seemed to buy it except for my siblings, but I'll fix that. (moving along)

I walked away lying saying that I had something to do, just to realize I can't get anytime to myself because the bell rang. So, to the next class of boring teaching. 'hey, chara look at the brightside after this class it's lunchtime' is what I thought to my self all of Social Studies class. Finally, the Bell rings. "YES!" is all I was saying 'cause no more teachers purposely choosing you for problems because of your reputation. (done for now)

aww thank you, I try. I'm going to finish it then post it on wattpad