Ambivalent

School Festival

A/n

Hello my lovely readers. You may or may not know that this story is coming to an end. This is one of the last chapters.

Almost a year ago, I decided to write this because I was having a rough time. I had always loved the idea of writing and almost alone my brain came up with stories like these.

So thank you. Thank you to those who looked at my book and thought about reading it, even if they never did. Thank you to those who read just one chapter and decided they hated it. Thank you to those who liked it and forgot to continue.

But my biggest thanks is to those of you who have followed me along in the epic journey. You looked past the grammar mistakes, weird cliff hangers, useless details, and the cringiest story in the world.

Thank you so much, and I hope you enjoy.

Your POV

"It should be in there." I pointed to the piano. The evidence recovery team slowly, but surely picked it out.

"Thank you miss. We'll analyze it." One man said as the team of three or four walked out of my dorm room, bagged gun in hand.

"What was that about?" Mina and Sero asked.

"Old murder evidence." I answered as I walked away smiling.

My dad was finally in prison and mom had her justice. I had all I've wanted for awhile now. The rest of the morning I slipped on my uniform and headed to class.

Mina was dancing and Mineta was having some tantrum that Hagakure was wearing shorts under her skirt. It isn't like he'd see anything though, I almost feel like the shorts would be better.

After that got dealt with, Mina tried teaching Deku how to dance. He sucked, and finally Mr.Aizawa came into the room and stopped him.

"It's coming, the School Festival." Mr.Aizawa informed. My class cheered.

When Kirishima brought up a good point about there being to many villains out lose, Mr. Aizawa explained how we were at fault for the other courses(like general studies and supports) uneasiness. They had to move into dorms because of us, so this was the least we could for them.

"You may not be in the spotlight this time, but you still need a good idea. Turn in what you plan to do by the end of the day."

Then he went into the corner, and into a deep slumber.

There were some good ideas, some more perverted that others. I was personally down with anything which didn't take to much work.

Turns out we couldn't decide during class, so they had to decide during the night. Sadly those of us who took part in work studies needed to take some extra classes to catch up, so we weren't there to help them decide.

The next morning I heard about there plan to hold a concert. That night we discussed how we'd break down the groups.

"Any of you play an instrument?" Jiro questioned. When so many people said they couldn't I help obligated to raise my hand.

"I can play guitar, but I'm kinda rusty." I stated. I few others knew how to play and some how Bakugo got dragged in to play as our drummer.

That night I decided to try my luck with the guitar. I grabbed my dad's which hung up against the wall and made sure to tune it well. My fingers had grown unused to plucking the strings, but they still knew what to do. Unlike the piano, I played the guitar from time to time. I think I would be able to survive practice just fine. I still knew how to read music and play all the notes.