Chapter 4| Waiting

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I scooched as much as I could over to the desk and picked up Giz to set him on the floor. "That was quick." I said and gave a small awkward laugh. I pressed open and started to read.

Over and over and over I read it maybe a hundred times. I only paid attention to what really mattered but, "Thank you for your interest, you are now on the wait list. We are going through everyone as fast as we can and will get back to you as soon as possible."
I read it and sat back.

"Waiting list? Why would they put me on a wait list?" I tried to think. "That means there could be hundreds that want to be a teacher at UA.."

"But that also means I have a higher chance now."

I groaned, I wanted to cry but I couldn't. I wish I could cry but I feel too weak to even try. "All I ever do is wait. I'm too impatient for this." I started to ponder what to do.

I stood up, wadding through the waves of clothes and trash. I reached the door and watched as Giz went to sit on top of my chair. "Sorry, Giz." I said and then left the room.

I was down on the first floor of my apartment about to leave, but then I heard a roar. I was actually very close to UA, if I wanted to walk to UA it would probably only take around 2-3 minutes. This meant whenever there was training or any type of activity within UA, if it was loud enough I could hear it.

I decided to walk along the sidewalk of UA to the convenient store. I looked down at myself, I was wearing baggy sweatpants with stains and a black tank top. "Eugh, where did these stains come from?" I probably smell terrible. I tried to wipe them off with my thumb then heard a grunt.

A man with the softest looking black hair I've ever seen stood a few feet away on a crosswalk. He was holding two paper brown bags of some type of food. He was struggling and I thought to help him but just like that a thick, grey string struck out from his neck.

"What the hell?" I questioned quietly. His hair flowed through the air gracefully, "What is even going on?" I asked myself. The grey string wrapped around both of the bags and held them up high behind him. It was a scarf, a grey long puffy scarf, in a way he looked so beautiful I wanted to watch him all day. "Wow." I said, but I'm another way he looked like he was as smelly and sad as me.

I couldn't see his face well enough, is that a pro hero maybe? He looks like he's heading to UA but maybe I'm wrong? He kept his head low and his hands in his pockets. With that long of hair maybe it's a woman? I kept staring until I dropped my phone.

He swiftly turned to look at me with red eyes.

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