White Star Academy | a My Hero Academia OC fanfic

4. The Letter

The next few weeks I had waited at the front door for the mailman, every day, while texting my friends, mostly Harper. We had eagerly talked about hobbies, school, and home life. One sunny day I was sitting at the door of my house, very bored. I took out my phone and unlocked it, then opened up my chat with Harper. 

Over time I had learned that she is overall a very bouncy and bubbly person. She gets along well with everyone she comes in contact with, but is generally clueless about other people's feelings. In contrast, your first impression of me would probably be that I'm one of those 'edgy' people, but once you get to know me, I'll aomewhat break out of my shell, even though I might still be pretty moody. It might not seem like it, but I'm pretty good at reading people. I guess Harper and I are an 'opposites attract' kind of thing.

Alex: hey

Harper: hi

A: have u gotten ur acceptance/rejection letter yet?

H: no, but my dad says everyone's letter is coming soon. That was a few days ago.

H: now that I think about it, why do u want to be a hero? And what about the rest of ur family? I've only seen ur mom before.

I knew she was gonna ask about that eventually.

A: well, I live with my mom, who is an employer for a hero company, and my younger brother, Ethan. My dad died in a villain attack a few years ago, doing hero work. Sorry I didn't mention it before. I should have. I want to avenge all the lives lost in villain attacks, and make people know they are safe.

My eyes were starting to tear up at this point. I braced my self for pity, it would probably make me feel worse, but her answer surprised me.

H: oh. I understand. I don't want to say sorry or anything like that. That crap always makes me feel worse than before. Well, I would like to become a hero to make my dad proud, and lift his spirits. He's seemed really stressed out with hero work lately. I want to see him happy, and others too.

I saw the mailman pull up and put a bunch of letters in the mailbox, then move on. I ran over to the mailbox while texting.

A: gtg now, mail's here. Maybe the letter came today!

H: ok, bye 👋 

I opened the mail box, checking the letters. Nope, nope, nope, nope, acceptance letter, nope, wait, what?!?! I went back to the acceptance letter, ripping it open and quickly reading through.

Dear Ms. Mariner, 

Congratulations! You have been accepted into White Star Academy. You will move into the first year student dorms on 158, Beecher Street, on Wednesday, August 18. Please be there at 9:00 a/m for an assembly. You will be in a large class of 160 students for your first year, and will be separated into courses and classes for your second year. 

Signed, Principal Truth.

I squealed and jumped up and down. I've gotta tell Mom and Ethan!

I ran into my house with a smile plastered onto my face, "I got in! I got in!" Ethan jumped up from his desk where he was doing summer homework, and rushed over, grabbing for my letter. I pulled it away.

"This will be a family heirloom," I announced, "no way am I letting you get your germs on it." I held it over his head, just above his reach.

He jumped up, trying to grab it, getting his light blue hair in my face. "C'mon Al, at least let me see it!"

"You can see it in a museum when I become famous."

He groaned, knowing it was hopeless. I smirked, sticking my tongue out at him. Just then my mom walked into the room from upstairs.

She smiled warmly at me with pride and joy, "I'm so happy for you, sweety," she said as she hugged me.

Just then the letter slipped out of my hand. I pulled away from the hug and looked at Ethan, "hey, give that back!"

By then it was too late and he had already read it. He gave it to Mom so she could have a look, "cool, can I go to the moving in assembly thingy? Uncle Rick'l be there."

Uncle Rick, otherwise known as Firefighter, is my mom's brother. He likes to get involved with hero schools, looking out for potential sidekicks.

"Absolutely not," I responded in a I'm-your-Big-sister-so-I-can-tell-you-what-to-do way.

Mom looked at me and sighed, then looked over at Ethan, "of course you can, honey, I know how much you enjoy listening to your uncle's stories about hero work."

Ethan smirked at me in an I-told-you-so way, then returned to his homework. 

Mom shook her head, "what am I going to do with you two?" She mumbled, then went back upstairs to do work or file papers or something.

I stood there for a few minutes, dazed, and probably smiling like an idiot. I can't believe I was accepted! This might be the best day of my life! Just need to tell one more person.

I took out my phone and opened up my chat with Harper. 

A: guess what?

H: ?

A: I got my acceptance letter!!!

H: really?!?! I got mine just now too!

A: well, see you at the dorms on Wednesday?

H: yup

I put my phone back into my pocket. I had done it now I can make my father proud. I couldn't help it. I began thinking about that day. A vivid memory filled my vision.

Flashback begins

I was nine years old. Ethan was only six, his first year in elementary school. He had been having lots of fun, and liked to tell me about his friends, and how nice his teacher, Ms. Barler was.

 We were walking home from school one day, as usual, Ethan was ranting in that way that little kids do, in a way that makes sense to them but is gibberish to you. I pretended to listen, but my mind was elsewhere.

Our dad was doing hero work, away in Canada, for two weeks. It had already been one week, and I was desperately counting down the days I could see him again, give him a hug, and he'd tell Ethan and I stories about what he had done while he was away. I looked forward to seeing my dad again.

My thoughts soon evaporated when Ethan and I walked into the house, and Mom didn't greet us.  We found her watching something on the news, with a strange expression on her face. It was a mix of worrisome and determination.

I remember when she finally noticed us looking at her, concerned, she gave us a forced smile and said, "don't worry about me, go and start your homework."

This is what we did for the next half hour or so, doing our homework, until I heard a loud noise coming from the TV, and Mom giving a half scream half sob. I didn't want to see Mom sad, so I did what anyone would do, comfort her. I ran over, to find my mom with her hands on her face, crying silently.

I hugged her, and stayed like that for a bit. That was when I heard the news.

"We've got a hero down, a hero down!"

"This is bad, Eric, bad."

I looked up onto the TV screen, to see a picture of my dad on the screen.

A.N. So I feel like I'm writing way too quickly. This is the fourth chaper in two days. This fanfic is almost as long as a short story I made for a school project. That school project took me 3 weeks to write. And now I remember I have to write an essay as homework because some people made the teacher angry. Ugh. School. It's scientifically proven that C students do better than A students anyway, so what's the point of tests? I just realized I was ranting. Ima stop now. Ok bye.