Dear Diary, Back to school again, yay...

34 2 0
                                    

We didn't have school for a week and the school canceled their Sports Festival, I really wish shit didn't go down hill so much. But today is our first day back after the USJ incident. I feel so bad that I didn't really know Tsuyu and even called her "frog girl" and "frog face." They held a meeting in school to have a moment of silence for her, I fucking hated to see Uraraka, Mina, and more of my friends cry. That shit shouldn't have happened, we just started school for fuck's sake.

After the meeting was over we all went back to class and the teachers tried to have a fun class by not really teaching but instead doing training outside. No kid had fun that day though and everyone left without a word. Not even Denki said anything.

As for Deku. He just confused the shit out of me with what he said. U.A was working with Auntie to see what happened but nothing really was happening. I told them my experience with him, which was the only one, and they just said that maybe he did have a quirk. We all know though that he never had a quirk when he went missing so now they think that something was wrong. Someone was giving other kidnapped people quirks. People who were at their lowest moment and didn't feel they had a chose. But I really hope that wasn't what happened to Deku.

Maybe if I just didn't that that stupid shit maybe he would have been in U.A. Maybe even he would have been with Tsuyu and they would have helped each other and survived. Or if I was with her I could have helped her.

I just feel like this shit is all my fucking fault. I feel like I shouldn't have ever came to this school in the first place. It was what I wanted but it doesn't feel like what I wanted. Maybe I'll just go to sleep and things might get better tomorrow. I'm still strong and t̶o̶p̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶c̶l̶a̶s̶s̶ almost top of my class. I could still be the #1 hero I won't die.

I won't die, not yet. I don't want to die and I don't want to be here in this fucking hell of a high school.

Dear DiaryWhere stories live. Discover now