a loud smack noise echoes through my ears, i gain my senses back.
i had been sleeping in the cold backyard of the complex my dad is renting for almost a week now. my back hurts.
the smack sounded like it was from the yard next to the one i slept in, the neighbors are probably fighting.
honestly, this neighborhood is shitty. i seriously should just move out early, but the court last time i tried to had sent me back here.
i cannot describe how much i hate living here, i wake up with so many random bruises from kids sneaking into peoples' backyards.
i could like, easily get the police on my dad if i had enough evidence of neglect. i should start collecting evidence sometime.
wait, seriously what time is it?
i attempt to push myself into my feet, unfortunately, i fall into the ground faceplanting. good thing i don't sleep on the concrete side of the yard.
i push my body into a crawling position, and drag myself to the yard door.
the lights are off, so i'll assume dad and [s/n] are still asleep. they usually turn the lights on when they wake up and stuff.
damn i should really set up a calendar in here or something.
i leave my phone on my nightstand to charge overnight, i don't think i plugged it in last night. my hands, covered in random scratches and bruises, starts shaking.
"alright why the fuck are my hands shaking like it's an american superbowl event." i mutter, bumping into the doorframe after.
my phone turns on, the date being on the lock screen, except the time is wrong. like when i first got it, i set the time to be an hour before the actual time just to fuck with my friends, to make it an inside joke.
03:45, the time is. on my phone it says it's 02:45, but again, the inside joke.
oh yeah, and it's friday.
i should definitely put in ua on the future school sheet thing, i've been procrastinating it for some time. my motive for wanting to go? validation of course.
my phone vibrates, forcing me into an outer body moment.
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"akio, i'm sorry but what the hell?" i grumble into my phone's speaker, i could hear his eye roll from the other side. "damn, soorry. but, what school are you going to go to next year?"
"oh, i'm going to test my luck at the ua entrance exam, if i fail, i'll just head to whatever you'll be going to." i respond, my talking speed picking up some pace. "wow, didn't think you'd wanna try your luck at ua, like i wouldn't be surprised if it was anyone else." akio remarks with slight sarcasm. i heave a big sigh of irritation.
he continues "hey, you should ask that one girl that you knew in grade school, you know, the ones whos parents are construction workers?" i try to remember what the girl looked like, we hadn't talked in years.
her face crossed my mind, i can't remember it distinctly, but she had short brown hair almost all the time and she had rosy cheeks, she was really selfless and cared about her parents. "i think her name was... ochao?" i guessed, biting the inside of my cheek, it didn't sound right. "i'll call her parents number, i still remember it."
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"oh.. hello?" a womans' voice echoes through to my side, my face warmed up, they sounded similar to ochao's mother. "hi, i'm just calling to see if this is the mother of ura-uraraka?" i said nervously, sitting down.
"ah yes, this is her mother, had she caused something at school?" the nice woman asked, worried. "oh! no no, nothing like that! i'm just an old friend of her and i wanted to see if i could talk to her again, i knew her in grade school." i reassured, my free arm waving as if i was talking to them.
"oh! which one were you? from what i remember one of the names of the people she was friends with she called 'a-akio'?" uraraka's mother continued with a list of names. "huh? no, it's me, [y/n], the boy that ochao used to hang out with alot?" i responded, wondering if i was right with the name. "oh! [y/n]! and, to correct you, her given name is ochako."
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