Monsterish (bnha)

Chapter One

Sup, my name is Artemes Hollow. I'm pretty average I guess. I'm not you're amazing protagonist with a tragic backstory or an inspirational underdog. I'm me, an average girl with an average family. I suck at pretty much everything I do and have a crappy quirk. Well, it's not that bad I guess. My only problem is what everyone sees when they hear about my quirk. A villain. You see, I have a quirk called Blood Manipulation. It's exactly what it sounds like, I can manipulate blood. Meh, I've been talking to long. Let's get on with the story yeah? Alright........

third person pov

"GAHHHH, I give up!" Artemes looked at the sketch she had been working on in disgust. The brunette stood up from her desk, sat on her bed and put her hands over her face. Nothing she drew looked up to her impossible standards, and she HATED it. All she wanted to do was take her mind off things and instead it made it worse. Looking back up at her desk then at her clock she decided to "go too bed". To be honest, she didn't real sleep much at night. Usually Artemes just slept in or took a nap after school. She would be in high school in a few months, thank goodness too. A new school and new people. Artemes wasn't the best in school, but she wasn't the worst either. The problem was people. Humans are cruel, selfish, and mean. Not all the time or outright, but secretly they're like wolves waiting to pounce. Unfortunately, Artemes was a small, helpless lamb when she was younger. After getting her quirk, her friends turned on her leading to loneliness. They would tell her she was a villain and even adults would look at her in fear and disgust. Her family was always there for her, through thick and thin. Her parents kept her gaze to the clouds and her dreams alive. They encouraged her and didn't let her listen to the harsh words of her peers. Sadly, encouragement can only go so far. Artemes was happy, at least that what she always told herself. She wanted to become a hero to show that even those who have been deemed with a "villainous" quirk can be heroes.  Sure, everyone wanted to be a hero, but that didn't stop her from dreaming. 

Artemes got ready for bed and laid down. As she scrolled through her phone she saw a picture of her favorite hero, Vlad King. Eyes lighting up in excitement, she clicked the link and read the article. Sure, All Might was cool and all, but Vlad was awesome!  He even had a similar quirk!! After reading a few more articles, Artemes finally went to sleep.

~~~~~~The Next Morning~~~~~~

Artemes's(?) pov

The obnoxious sound of my alarm filled the dark, quiet room. I opened my eyes slightly and looked at the time, 5:30, great. I know I set it early but.... whyyyyyyyyy. Do I honestly have to get up? I mean, I could just lay in bed all day and do nothing. I probably need to get up though. Meh, I'll get up in a minute... maybe..... I wonder if anyone will notice if I don't show up? Probably not. Oh well, 5:52, looks like I should get up. I rolled out of bed onto the floor grabbing my phone and continued rolling to my dresser, tangled in blankets. Untangling my legs from the blankets I stood up, grabbed my uniform, and walked to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and sighed, I hate my face. I took off my clothes and put on my uniform. My hair was a mess but I don't care, I just threw it into a messy bun, brushed my teeth, and walked out. In the kitchen was some fruit but I wasn't hungry. Besides, I don't really eat breakfast. Putting on a sweater and some shoes I walked out the door. It was a little chilly but otherwise not bad. The streets slowly filled with faceless, nameless people with their own lives. Getting to work, school, shopping, who knows. The noises of the streets and people fade as I stick the earbuds into my ears. Clicking a random playlist, I let the tune and lyrics fill drown out my thoughts. Not to long later I reach the school. I walk through the gate and turn off the music. I'm greeted by the normal fake smiles and people not even bothering to hide their glares. Meh, it's fine. I walk over to my desk and sit down. My actual friend, April Gardener, came and sat on my desk.

"So, how was your weekend?" April was the kind of person that carefully chose the people around her. With her mid-length, curly, light purple hair and dark skin tone, she stood out a lot more than I did. She was really quite pretty and had a beautiful quirk, she could create flowers out of thin air. She loved flowers and was planning on being a florist. I know right, she's amazing!

"Meh, pretty boring. You?"

"Good, I was helping my mother in the shop."

"Nice, ho-" RIIIINNNNGGGGGGGG!!!!! "I'll talk to you later I guess!" She walked to her seat and the teacher came in.

"The school year is almost over and you should all have a school in mind, if not come talk to me after class. I'm sure most of you want to be heroes but just remember, not everyone can be a hero. We need bakers, police, firefighters, grocers, teachers, and everything between. Just remember that and don't get disappointed if your dreams of being a hero fail. Sorry if came off harsh, but it needed to be said. Now, on with class!"

Huh, I guess she has a point. Not all dreams come true. Should I give up? Should I just stop? I wouldn't be any good at it anyway right? Maybe I could just settle for a simpler job liiiiiike a fast food employee. Yeah, that could work. I wonder how you get a job in the back? Is that an option? blah blah blah blah bla-

"Hollow!" 

I looked up to see an empty classroom and my teacher in front my desk.

"Are you alright Hollow? You've been staring into space for a while and class finished a minute ago. Is it about what I said earlier?"

"Sorry. Um, I guess I'm just worried about which school to go too. And what you said earlier got me thinking....." I looked down at my desk and sighed, "I know I can't be a hero, especially with a quirk like mine. This is stupid, sorry." As I got ready to leave and started walking to the door she said,

"Well, you can always try. Even if you fail, you will learn from it and become stronger. Put some thought into it and give me an answer before the end of the week so we can put in a application."

"Thank you miss." I walked out of the door and continued to my next class. The rest of the was uneventful and pasted by quite quickly. Before I knew it, the end of the day had come and it was time to leave. I walked home and went straight to the fridge, grabbed an apple, and went to my room. I looked at the walls and saw sketches, posters, and the thing that stuck out to me the most, surrounded by some random papers was a picture I drew when I was really young and first saw Vlad King on tv. It was me, poorly drawn, in a hero costume with a something scribbled next to it. I walked over to it and took a closer look. A flood of memories washed over me and lit a fire back inside me and I realized something I've always known.....

I'm want to be a hero! More than anything!

Hello, the author here. sorry it took so long to get this out, I've been quite busy lately. Anyway, hope it wasn't to cringe worthy.

see you space cowboy