Draw the way

Introduction

                   A small girl the age of five named Atistudo sat at her play desk drawing. She had white hair and blue eyes. She had a huge pink sweater and leggings. Her cloths always looked messy compared to when they were new. Covered in paint marker and glue. She had a cat next to her. Cats were most certainly one of her favorite animals. Besides a goat.

                            Her family lived in the suburbs in a blue one story house. Her room was in the finished attic while her parents room was on the first. The neighbored hood was quiet and filled with flowers of all different colors, species, and sizes.

                     Atistudo had always been a very creative girl. She was always painting or crafting. Her favorite thing was sketching. She liked trying to draw things that don't exist. It always calmed her down like nothing else could. Being diagnosed with anxiety and ADHD at such a young age. It was hard for her to calm herself down. Finding an outlet for herself was something she was very proud of.She always had someway she could improve the drawing or painting she had done.

                            She always looked to her parents for approval. She wanted to impress them. She was finished with her drawing ✍️ and she put it down. She admired it for a moment. It was a big monster ."mommy COME LOOK AT MY DRAWING" she started to run to the door. reaching up for the doorknob she could barely reach. But she heard a loud screeching. She turned around and her parents were running up the stairs. There was a weird looking creature in the middle of the room and the drawing was gone. Her hair turned a deep gray as she scrambled for the door. Attempting to grab the door nob. 

            The thing grabbed her by her throat and started pulling its head closer. The monster was suffocating her, it became impossible to breath. She started to black out, but she could vaguely make out her parents running in the room.

                         The thing attacking the girl and slammed her head against the wall. Her parents were freaking out, but before her parents could even move the monster completely disappeared. It was like the...thing was never there. He drawing reappeared with the drawing back on it.  The parents then knew what was going on. There daughter got her quirk. They picked her up and drove her to the hospital. 

                      Her mother and father were very nerves. When they got there quirks it was magical. They celebrated with their families and everything. Almost like a dream. But this, this was no dream. Her dad was very scared that his daughter was hurt, at least of first. throughout the first two weeks her dad had calmed down and just wanted to be there for his kid, and help her quirk develop. Her mom on the other hand, was very strict about her quirk. her mother was afraid for her daughter and her husband that this would not turn out well.

That was before the accident. 

It's been almost ten years since that day. I have complete control over my quirk (well not always) and I still love drawing to this day. I am hoping to go to UA to put my quirk to good use. I have been working on my speed/strength for years now. Well I guess I owe you all a bit of an explanation. When I draw something the physical attributes come to reality. Although I can't make any humans real, believe me I have tried to make friends that way. My mom has a similar quirk. She can make her drawings move. She always told me when she got her quirk she was devastated that it wasn't as powerful as her parents had hoped and vowed to never use it. Mine and her quirk are pretty self explanatory but my dads quirk is that his emotion effects his hair color so I got both. His is a bit more difficult. He only told close family and friends about it when I was a kid. And he advised me to do the same. But what inspired me to be a hero?

I was walking to school 🏫,I was only 7 but I was really independent. My parents could care less. They had been in a Villain attack that made them forget everything. I have no clue what the quirk was. They had disappeared for 3 days and when they came back they didn't know who I was or even who they were. I was devastated. My own parents forgot about me. Every Childs worst nightmare became my reality.

They still lived with me and the hero agency pays for the apartment until I can. So I took care of them instead of them taking care of me. They had no clue I was there daughter. They basically lost their minds. My mom at times was straight up sycotic. I woke up ,made them breakfast, Left for school, came back made them dinner, then cleaned the house ,and went to sleep. Then repeat. And if they needed anything I would always be there for them.

I was walking to school as a I said before when all of a sudden, i felt a pair of arms around me. Dragging me into building, I was trying to pull myself away. But there wasn't much my little body could do against a full grown man. . I was already crying, I thought that this was it. I was going to die. I thought about how my parents would be all alone and how I could have done better at, everything. I could have been smarter, stronger. Pathetic. I could barely take care of myself. I felt a knife near my throat when I looked back I saw a man with a scar on his forehead. But I don't know what came over me. But I knew I would not die without a fight.A yanked my hand away with all my strength and cut through my own skin with my nails. The lines of my blood that I had drawn became objects. I cut the thug up pretty well to say the least. A random hero was already there coming to help but I just ran as fast as I could. My legs burned quickly. But I wouldn't, no, couldn't stop. 

I ran all the way to school. I entered the gates sobbing. My life kept repeating itself in front of my eyes. I was seven. Even then I knew I should not be taking care of my parents at 7 years old. I had no one. No one asked me if I was ok if I needed help or when I had a nightmare no one would come and see if I was ok. No one batted an eye when I was sick. No one asked if I was ok. Nothing I had help but it was bare minimum. I wanted to make this world a better place so no one would have to feel this alone ever. I will be the best hero I can, for the people who feel alone, like no one cares and no one

now as a kid when I wanted to do something I did it. I literally did training videos off youtube and stuck to that. My idea at first was becoming a hero so I can help people so no one would feel alone. And I was pretty successful at it if I do say so myself. I also have straight A's. So I pretty sure I should tell you about myself. So I'm almost 15. My birthday 🥳 is September 15, and I'm 5'8 ft tall. With blue eyes most of my hair is pure white besides a few strands. I am aro ace and have ADHD. My favorite cloths are overalls and vans. my go to hairstyle is braids since my hair is very thick and even a pony tail can't hold it in properly. I like cats and goats. I'm a very introverted person that has crippling anxiety. I am working on it and I believe I am getting better with time. Add a hint of sarcasm, oh, and I also love legos. Even though I can barely afford any. So follow my story to see where I end up. I'm sure exited. See you guys later.

update in a few weeks☺️. Sorry for mistakes.😢