it's 120 pages in google docs. font size, 12. be prepared. friends asked for this. it's cringe. im not kidding, but hey u gotta start somewhere. tw for everything bad btw. im not kidding.
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I hold the paper in my hand. My homeroom teacher, Mrs. Sawakito, stands in front of me. There's a big smile on her face. I can't believe what she's suggesting.
"Did you hear me, Beatrice?" she asks me, putting her hand on mine. They're warm.
"U.A?" I whisper. I don't belong somewhere like that.
The paper was a recommendation into U.A. The most renowned hero school in Japan. Maybe the world, I didn't know.
"B-but, Mrs. Sawakito, I don't understand why you're suggesting I do it?" I hand the paper back to her, ready to beg her to take it back. I just want to go to a normal school.
"Why? You're so smart, and have a good grip on your Quirk. You can do it."
"It's not that...I don't think my Dad would let me," I smile sadly. I knew he wouldn't.
She bends down in front of me and shoves the paper back into my shaking hands. She won't take 'no' for an answer, I know this much.
"I'll ask."
I don't want to, of course, but I will. I'm wishing for a 'no' for once.
"Thank you," she plants a kiss on my forehead, "I'll see you around sometime. You can always come visit me, okay?"
I nod, "Yes, ma'am."
I shove the paper into my backpack. I've had the same beige backpack since I was ten. I've kept good care of it.
I sling it over my shoulder and wave her goodbye. The last days of school are usually busy for Cricket. Confessions, staying with friends, eating out. He's so cool and popular, he really is a star.
My last days aren't ever busy. I have... only two friends. Himiko and Ochaco.
Himiko is older than me though, she's in high school already. Papa offered to let her stay with him, at his bakery. But then Dad found out and yelled at Papa. I think she's staying there in secret currently.
Ochaco only hangs out with me some days, she's usually studying hard. She wants to get into U.A. to help her family. It's quite noble of her.
Two hands grab my shoulders and spin me around. Cricket.
"Where are you going?" he asks, his face full of excitement.
"Home?" my face scrunches up. Where else would I go?
"Not out with your friends?" he gasps in a joking way.
"No, they're busy."
"Huh, well, I'm going out, okay?" he smiles, tucking his hair behind his ear.
I manage a smile, "Okay, I'll get chores done."
"You're the best." he says, waving goodbye. I watch him go, holding his side bag and waving to his friends.
He's not usually nice to me at school. He usually belittles me and chases me away.
I sit on the bus home. It's not quiet, other students are bubbling and chatting. I sigh and lean my head against the window. Only two stops and then I'll be home.
I step off the bus and fix my shirt. Everything seems to be in order, no dirt or food on me. My clothes aren't wrinkled. Nothing should go wrong. Keyword: should. Nothing goes as it should when it comes to my family.
