Reverie

Chapter 1!

Who's POV? (Nobody knows)

'Do you ever know the feeling when your brain is filling up your mind with things that don't exist? It's like you daydream about that one specific person dying but they don't exist? No? Well, I don't care. If you do, I still don't care.

Daydreaming is a dangerous thing nowadays, and I don't mean the regular ones. I mean Maladaptive Daydreaming, I call it Reverie, it's my quirk! I got it when I was six, but before then (even before my fourth birthday) mama would yell at me, and sometimes throw stuff. It's gotten a little bit worse now, but it's all good! I know mama still loves me! She just has a hard time showing it? Back to the topic at hand, Hi! My name is Izuku Midoriya! I'm eight years old and today is my birthday! Dad gave me this notebook to write stuff in. He said that I'm "too smart for my own good" and that I'll know what to do with this. I've decided to use this to write stuff down, (no not like a diary).

"BRAT, WHERE THE FUCK IS MY BREAKFAST!" Inko screamed, at 4 in the morning. Izuku rushed out of his room to tend to his mother's needs. As quietly as he could, he ran all the way to the kitchen.

"Y-you called m-ma'am?" Izuku said in a feeble voice, looking anywhere but his 'mother's' eyes. "The place looks messier." He thought to himself. "Is Kacchan coming over?" His eyes light up at the thought. (Really cool sound thing here: CRASH Max pls make it look cool)

"WHAT ARE YOU THINKING OF BRAT! HUH?! AM I NOT THAT IMPORTANT THAT YOU HAVE TO GO DILLY DALLYING IN THAT STUPID HEAD OF YOURS??" Inko yelled. A plate flew past his head, if it wasn't for Inko's drunken aim, there would have been a lot of blood. "FORGET THE THOUGHT OF FOOD FOR THE NEXT TWO DAYS! I WANT THIS PLACE CLEAN BY 7!" After a few more things were yelled, Inko stomped off to her room and slammed her door.

Izuku relaxed slightly after not hearing anything for five minutes. Looking back at the shattered glass and the hidden breakfast on top of the fridge, he felt proud for not acting too much like a pussy. And out of it all he got some free food! "I'm a genius, Kacchan will have to get me some coffee for this." Izuku whispered to himself.

Izu's Pov

"All done!" I dusted my hands. It should be 'round 6:30 if my mental clock is right. Whatsername should be out by 7:30 so that means I have an hour to get ready! I ran quietly back up to my room and threw the door open. MESS. It's a mess. "I gotta find some clothes." I searched the room for clothes, but they were all gone? "Oh no" Cmon Zuku thinks. I got it! I got my notebook and started drawing a t-chart. Okay style? I don't know. Let's just go with a pastel yellow hoodie, black jeans and infamous red shoes. Let's add a bee bracelet and dandelion choker for accessories.

Time Skip to when he's dressed, same Pov

Anndd done! As soon as I say that the doorbell rings.

Random Person's POV

Izuku wonders who could be at the door.

"Coming!" Inko yells in a sweet voice. Smol broccoli boi comes out of his room to take a small peek at who could be at the door.

"Police?" He mumbled.

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Andddd done! I finished this with a deadline for 9:30 pm. It's past ten. Where did the time gooo? At least I'm not editing. Keep going Max! You're doing great! -R (P.s- this is my first time writing a story and publishing it so tips to make the story better are welcomed!) (p.s.s-I don't remember much about the last part I wrote starting from Izuku's Pov (wasn't really focused) so sorry if things are a bit bad there!) 

You really can't spell or grammar -Max