Change..

C3

Alicia's pov--

Today was a happy day for me.  I no longer felt discouraged about my pursuit. I-Izuku san made me realize that I should embrace my quirk for what it is.
I still feel very insecure though, most of that insecurity is filled with guilt.  I hate seeing people in pain,  but knowing I can inflict pain on others is terrible and extremely unbearable 
But its who I am and I can't change that.

I reached to the table beside my bed as I grabbed my glasses, catching a quick glance of the time.
7:30
It read.

Almost immediately I catapulted my self out of bed. 
Only 30 minutes to get ready for school.
Only thirty.
I stumbled over my self as I dashed into the bath observing the regular daily hygiene.
Coming out as I struggled to blow dry my hair, battling again with my mess of curls.
I sighed, after I finally got that in control, tying it up into a high ponytail once more, slipping on some black trousers, a dark shirt and finally my hoddie
Grabbing my backpack and my phone plus essentials.
Sliding into my sneakers as I rushed down the stairs.
To be met with the wonderful smell of breakfast.

I quickly made my way to the breakfast table.  Dad had probably already gone out, cause of his job as a surgeon.

"G-g-good morning mum"

I stuttered making my way to the table.

"Ali!" She gasped dramatically letting go of the spatula and running towards me enveloping me in a giant bear hug, causing my glasses to almost slip off my face.

"Mum can't b-b-breathe! "

"Well young woman, whatcha standing around here for?  better eat up ya grubs and get going to school,  your gonna be late lass.
Okay hurry up will ya?! "

Mother said pushing me towards the table, after which she succeeded in stuffing a peice of bread in my mouth.
I chewed quickly, both because I was late for school and because I was hungry
Mum retired back to the kitchen, dusting her apron, that she wore around her waist,  as she did so.
She had frizzy deep dark red hair and an Irish accent.
I guess its because shes part Irish.

I don't have the accent sadly.  I have a Yoruba accent instead..

Oh well.

Chugging down my glass of milk as I dashed out of the house.

"B-BYE MOM.  LOVE YOU! "

"GOOD BYE LASS.  SEE TO IT YA COME HOME BEFORE DARK ALRIGHT.
AND OH DONT TALK TO STRANGERS SWEETIE. LOVE YOU"

I heard her call back.
I smiled to myself.

Racing down the streets, clutching the strap of my backpack.
My glasses went up and down as I jogged trying my best not to be late for school even though I already am.
Its not like they'll notice that I'm not there but,
I stuck my hand in my hoddie pocket and brought out the folded application form for UA high.
I need to submit this on time...
I continued running..

"Meow! "

The frighted call if the cat or I presume is a cat made me to abruptly stop and come to a hault as I looked around trying to find-

"Meow! "

Never mind.
I backed up a liitle, as I was able to see the ginger cat stuck up in a tree.
The poor little thing looked scared to death.
Poor thing
I thought staring at the adorable creature through my medicated lenses.
Not thinking twice as I set down my bag at the stump of the tree.

"Meow " he said still frightened.

I smiled warmly,  grunting as I struggled to climbed the tree,  putting my foot on a branch almost slipping