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2p!America x Reader- To be, or to simply not give a fuck.

~No one's damn point of view~
"(NAME) GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW!!!" (Name)'s mother yelled from the kitchen. (Name) put the mop down, and walked from the bathroom where she had been mopping, to the kitchen, where her evil mother stood; doing most likely nothing besides bossing her around. "Yes, mother?" (Name) said, trying the hardest not to get angry and smack her own mother straight in the face. "(Name), why the fuck haven't you done the dishes?!" her mother yelled. "I was cleaning the bathroom like you said, I'm almost do-" her mother cut her off. "I DON'T CARE, GET IN THIS KITCHEN, AND DO YOU WORK; IF YOU DON'T HAVE IT DONE IN 30 MINUTES YOU'RE OUT OF THIS HOUSE!!" her mom left the kitchen, huffing and puffing in anger. (Name) wondered what she did to deserve this, and began to clean the dishes.
~Reader-chan's point of view~
'I have just given up on this woman, tonight, I'm running away. I won't deal with this shit anymore.' You finished cleaning the dishes, luckily, in 15 minutes. No matter, you'd be the hell out of this place tonight, anyways.
~Time skip, brought to you by all of Allen's precious victims. You're next.~
You grabbed your bag of things you would be taking on your little 'trip' away from what you liked to call prison. You opened your window, which lucky for you, your room was on the first floor. You grabbed a bat, just in case something or someone tried to mess with you. Of course, it wasn't like you didn't have fights at school before. Your friends would describe you as 'weird', 'crazy', 'loveable', 'psychotic'; you name it. Violence was in your blood. You hopped out your window, and headed for the woods. No one would miss you anyways. You always thought the people at school were either, idiots, immature, or simply just fucked up in the head. Although you thought that, there were few people you found ok. You continued to walk on your way, at the moment, not caring where you went. Your only concern was getting away from home.

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2p!America x Reader- To be, or to simply not give a fuck.

~No one's damn point of view~
"(NAME) GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW!!!" (Name)'s mother yelled from the kitchen. (Name) put the mop down, and walked from the bathroom where she had been mopping, to the kitchen, where her evil mother stood; doing most likely nothing besides bossing her around. "Yes, mother?" (Name) said, trying the hardest not to get angry and smack her own mother straight in the face. "(Name), why the fuck haven't you done the dishes?!" her mother yelled. "I was cleaning the bathroom like you said, I'm almost do-" her mother cut her off. "I DON'T CARE, GET IN THIS KITCHEN, AND DO YOU WORK; IF YOU DON'T HAVE IT DONE IN 30 MINUTES YOU'RE OUT OF THIS HOUSE!!" her mom left the kitchen, huffing and puffing in anger. (Name) wondered what she did to deserve this, and began to clean the dishes.
~Reader-chan's point of view~
'I have just given up on this woman, tonight, I'm running away. I won't deal with this shit anymore.' You finished cleaning the dishes, luckily, in 15 minutes. No matter, you'd be the hell out of this place tonight, anyways.
~Time skip, brought to you by all of Allen's precious victims. You're next.~
You grabbed your bag of things you would be taking on your little 'trip' away from what you liked to call prison. You opened your window, which lucky for you, your room was on the first floor. You grabbed a bat, just in case something or someone tried to mess with you. Of course, it wasn't like you didn't have fights at school before. Your friends would describe you as 'weird', 'crazy', 'loveable', 'psychotic'; you name it. Violence was in your blood. You hopped out your window, and headed for the woods. No one would miss you anyways. You always thought the people at school were either, idiots, immature, or simply just fucked up in the head. Although you thought that, there were few people you found ok. You continued to walk on your way, at the moment, not caring where you went. Your only concern was getting away from home.