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(F/n)'s P.O.V
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I hear my alarm clock ringing and immediately feel like this is gonna be a shity day. "Ughhh just let me sleep..." I say that but I know that I gotta head to prison today if I want to graduate and actually have a life. I get out of bed after about five minutes and walk to the bathroom like the zombie I am every morning. I brush my teeth and look in the mirror.

"Man, I look like shit. My eyebags are bigger than my future." Yeah it probably wasn't such a good idea to stay up and read Wattpad till late at night, oh well I'll live with my life choices. I brush my (H/l), (H/c) hair and rinse my face with cold water to wake myself up. I then go back to my room and put on a (F/c) tank top, (F/n) hoodie, some jeans and my converse.

After packing up my backpack I head downstairs to see my mom doing her make up on the couch. "Mornin' mom!" I start to make myself some toast as I wait for her response. "Hi sweetheart! How'd you sleep?" She gives me a smile as she asks. How does she manage to smile so early in the day? Oh whatever. "Like usual, had a hard time falling asleep so I'm tired still." I get the toast and some (F/d) and sit down next to my mom. "When are you and dad gonna be home today?" Once she finishes putting on some mascara she puts her make up away and responds. "Well your dad is gonna be working late this week and I should be home at about 5pm. Also good luck on your senior year sweetie! I'm so proud of you!" She gives me a light hug and I put down my breakfast to hug her back. "Heh, thanks mom. I'll make sure to learn some stuff this year so that I can have a good future." We pull away and I finish off my breakfast and put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher.

I pull out my phone to check the time. The lock screen tells me that it's 7:30am. Welp time to hit the road. I say bye to mom and give her a hug before going out the door and putting on my headphones to listen to some Hamilton on the way to school. Once I'm there I start making my way towards my locker but I bump into someone. I back away and put my headphones around my neck to see a guy with glasses in front of me. "Oh jeez sorry! I got lost in thought and I wasn't looking where I was going!" The boy in front of me adjusted his glasses before speaking. "Wow is my coolness that distracting? Well then." That made me snort.

Oh this guy will be interesting for sure.

We shake hands and introduce ourselves to each other. "So how come I'm only meeting you now in this prison?" Wow this guy really gets how I think. "Well throughout most of High school I've been like that bush. Plain and uninteresting so no one really noticed me. You're the first one. Consider yourself lucky." I give him a smug look which he returns. "Well I must be lucky I mean a pretty girl is talking to me afterall." My eyes widen and I feel a blush creep up on my face. Fuck. WHY DO I BLUSH SO EASILY!? "Y-yeah let me know where you see her c-cuz this ain't it buddy..." My response makes him snicker. "Hey, you're cool. How about we become friends?" I smile at him and take out my phone. "Sure, lemme get you my number fir-" "Jared!" Before I can even finish that sentence I see a boy with blonde hair and a cast run up to us while shouting Jared's name. "Evan? What the fuck's the problem?" He chuckles a bit after saying that. He really can't take anything seriously, can he? As I think this Evan speaks up. "C-can we meet up after school? I need to talk to y-you about...something..." I see Jared smirk before responding. "What? Are you finally going to come out of the closet and admit that you're gay?" The poor cinnamon roll turned red and his stutter got way worse. "N-no Jared i-it's not that j-just-! J-just let's talk a-after school o-okay?" "Sure, can't wait to hear how much you fucked up today!" Okay that was kinda rude.

Evan finally acknowledges my existence and turns to me. "I don't think w-we've met...my name i-is Evan Hansen." He reaches out his non-casted hand for a handshake wich I gladly take. "I'm (F/n) (L/n), nice to meet you Evan!" I give him a smile which he returns. After a while of talking I get my books from my locker and head off to english. Once the bell rings I sit down at a spot in the back and put my things on the desk as the teacher begins her lesson.

I'm in the middle of creating art, A.K.A drawing doodles, on a random paper when I hear the door open and a really tall guy walks in with a look that just screamed 'If anyone talks to me, they're dead'. The only available seat was next to me so the teacher told him to sit there. GREAT! Without saying a word he sits down and I take a closer look at him. He has long, brown hair, he's wearing all black and...he smells like weed? Well that would explain why he's late. I think I stared at him too long because he looked at me and glared. "What the fuck do you want?" I already feel my face get pink because of the embarrassment. "S-sorry it's nothing-" "Just tell me, what the fuck do you want from me? Look I'm having the shittiest day ever today so I don't feel like talking." I stay silent and at a loss for words. This guy's intimidating as fuck! "I umm...are you okay?" Smooth (F/n, very smooth... "...why are you asking me that? It's not like you care. Also who even are you? I've never seen you before." Of course he hadn't, nobody did. "(F/n) (L/n), you?" I hear him mutter something under his breath before he fully faces me. "Connor Murphy." I smile at him. "Well It's nice to meet you Connor-" "I doubt that. Everyone thinks I'm a freak and you don't? Yeah right. That shit only happens in stories." We stay silent for a couple of minutes and after a while I notice that Connor has passed out on the desk and I decided to not wake him up. He'd probably just lash out on me if I did. Now that I think about it his hair looks really soft and fluffy like wow I'm jealous. Maybe I can ask him what he uses to maintain it like that? Wait that's weird. I'm being a creeper again. Sigh...way to go me!

Not even a long while later I see some piece of paper fall out of his pocket. What the fuck is that? Curiosity got the better of me and I started to read it.

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Dear Evan Hansen,

Turns out this wasn't an amazing day after all. This isn't going to be an amazing week or an amzing year, because why would it be?

I know, because there's Zoe, and all my hope is pinned on Zoe, who I don't even know, and doesn't know me. Maybe if I could just talk to her. Maybe nothing would be different at all. I wish everything was different.

I wish I was a part of something. I wish that anything I said mattered to anyone. I mean face it, would anyone notice if I just disappeared tomorrow?

Sincerely,
Your most best, and dearest friend, Me.
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Holy shit...

[BOOM CLIFFHANGER BIATCH! Anyway this is my first story and I hope that you liked the first chapter! I'm putting a lot of effort into this book so I hope you'll enjoy it. Sorry if the first chapter was too shity or too short.

I'm trying my best ;-;

Anyway point out any mistakes that I may have made please! It'll help me out a lot.

Kaja is finished here ^^

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