Highs of life

part 1

Myra Jones, she was the top of her class. Straight A's, Honorole, captain of the debate team. She was an overachiever, after all. She even managed to get into the most prestigious school for heroes, UA. She was doing well in all of her classes.

   "What the hell happened?" Princepal Nezu had asked the young girl sitting across from him. She shrugged in response. She was far too high for this.

   "I'm well aware that your parents died not that long ago, but this is not the way to make them proud." He told her.

   Myra bit her tongue, trying hard not to explode on the rodent sitting across from her. She balled her hands into tight fists and grit her teeth. He knew she was mad but said nothing.

   "Sir, that was a low blow even for you. I know that I'm not making them proud by the way I've been acting, but I barely know how to even cope." She said, twitteling her fingers.

   He pursed his lips, trying to think of a way that could maybe help the poor girl. Suddenly, an Idea had popped into his head. How could he have not thought of this before? "What if we schedule you in to see the guidance counselor?" He had asked. She wasn't comfortable with the thought, but if it would maybe help her in the long run, she should try it, right?

   She nodded her head. "That seems fine, Princepal Nez." He smiled at her. "Okay, then it's settled. I want to see your grades go up, Myra. If you have any questions, you should ask your class representative." He suggested. She nodded and headed back to class.

  The white walls of the school always made the hallway seem a lot longer. To Myra anyway. The walk back to class felt like infinity to her. She walks through the door of her classroom. As she goes to her seat, she hands a hall pass to her teacher, Mr. Aizawa.

   She sits down in her assigned seat right behind the familiar blonde boy.

   She tries to keep up with the class, but she finds it hard to as the weed clouds her mind. She taps the blonde boy on the shoulder when class ends. He turns and looks at her, a scowl on his face as his red eyes peer down on her. "What do you want?" He asks. He seems rather rude, which is normal for Bakugou. "May I borrow your notes?" She says, trying to be calm and rational. He shoves his notebook into her chest. "Don't forget to return it." He then heads out of the classroom door, leaving her with his notebook.

   She puts the notebook carefully into her backpack. She would surely give it back to him tomorrow. She made her way outside and out the double gates.

   She walked home, which wasn't so bad, seeing as she didn't live too far away from the school. She kicked off her shoes when she first entered her house and went to her room to study.
 
   She laid on her bed and put her earbuds in, currently listening to lavender haze by Taylor Swift.  She tried to copy down Bakugou's notes, and she tried so hard to focus, but the memories from the accident kept replaying in her mind. The faces of her parents' corpses and the look of the villains face as he had taken the lives of her parents.

    She just couldn't focus, so she went outside to smoke. It was the only thing keeping her from thinking about it. As she took the first hit, she immediately felt the effects starting to cloud her mind. She wasn't even close to being high yet, at least not enough. She took hit after hit after hit. Finally, she was high enough to cloud her mind from her depressing thoughts. She tried once again to copy down Bakugous notes. She was surprised by how neat his handwriting is and how carefully written the notes were. She realized that Bakugou wasn't some hard ass and that he actually tried hard in school. She wasn't expecting him to be as smart as he is.