Normal Day of A Fifth Grader (Reader-Insert)(b/d) = Birthday Date
Hi there. My name is _______, and this is my life as a 5th grader.
I was homeschooled abroad in (insert a country here) for 7 or 8 years. I don't really know, since I casually forgot when we moved here, in my home country, (your country). I have no siblings, therefore I'm an only child. It's pretty lonely here at my house and I just sit in front of my computer everyday, running my Tumblr blog and deviantART account. I have (h/l) (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes. I'm 10 years old and my birthday is in (b/d) Not really that special.
The day I started 5th grade was June 10, 2013. I go to (school name). We had different sections. Our section is Joy, specifically. The kids there were pretty weird. A kid with white hair and red eyes kept on saying 'You can't see me' and awesome was pretty much in almost every sentence he made. He wanted to be a wrestler for some reason and his idol is John Cena.... Never was really interested in wrestling so I have no idea
??? X Reader || PrussiaGilbert.
"HALLO, THE AWESOME GILBERT IS SPEAKING!" Yup, it was Gilbert.
"You're hurting my ears and hi. I can't sleep, can you come to my house?" You asked
"Vell vhat do you vant me to do?"
"Um, comfort me? Duh. I'm scared crapless."
"OKAY! Ze Awesome Me will be there in... insert a random number here minutes!" He hanged up, literally saying the 'insert a random number here' part.
You sighed and curled up on your bed, trying to get the horrifying picture of you being killed out of your head.
-TIMESKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY: SNAIL MAIL! *shows a video of snails moving towards a house very slowly with a mail bag on their shells*-
You heard your door downstairs open and VERY loud footsteps being heard, as if someone was stomping on the way to your room. The footsteps got closer until...
BAM! Someone just fucking slammed your door open. Guess who it was? If you guessed it was Gilbert, you get a yellow star sticker. "ZE AWESOME ME IZ HERE!" he shouted, glompi