Maybe I Don't Want To Be Ok (BNHA Fanfic)

They don't want to see behind the shutters

Wendy's POV:

Monday arrived sooner than I would have liked it to, but it always seemed that way. So there I was walking to the literal hell called middle school after a little morning scuffle I had with my uncle, the only ruminants of the brawl was a slowly forming bruise on my left eye and my slightly wrinkled uniform shirt collar, curtesy of my uncle. I hated the school uniforms so much, they couldn't accommodate my wings. So every morning before I change I have to make sure I transform into an animal that doesn't have wings. So today I flaunted my pair of grey rabbit ears and tail. I honestly looked like a fucking weeaboo that decided to wear ears to school. 'At least my tail is so short they cant stomp on it today. But I fucking hate these short ass skirts. Maybe I can talk to the administrators and ask if I could wear the male uniform that way if I had to use my wings there wouldn't be...complications.'

Arriving at the "school" I reminded myself by mumbling,

"Only one more year of this shit and I'm out." It wasn't the best reassurance but it would get the job done. Walking through the gates with my head down I easily avoided the crowd of socializing students grouped near the front entrance of the school. Avoiding people seemed to be a skill I had gained over the years, and damn was I good at it. I always went around the school to the back entrance that way I could maybe not get beat up this morning.

Entering the building I made my way to my first hour class, English. I found the class and made my way to my seat. Sitting in my seat I leaned down to where I had dropped my backpack I pulled out the homework I had completed in the library on Saturday. Quickly glancing it over I stood up and turned it in to the turn in box on the teachers desk. The teacher wasn't in the classroom yet and usually arrived slightly after the bell rang. I walked back to my desk and checked the time, 15 minutes until school starts.

I pulled out my phone to listen to music and cursed. I couldn't fit headphones on my rabbit ears. 'This is why I like my wings.' I defeatedly put my headphones away and opened a news report app on my phone and read,

"Breaking News: Allmight reportedly saves two teens from a sludge villain!!"

Scrolling down I saw there was a picture attached. Hey isn't that the spikey-haired dude from the library? Pulling up the photo I zoomed in and sure enough it was. Bloody hell, it sure is a small world.

Looking up from my phone I found that several other students had entered the classroom, seemingly indifferent to my existence. Can they even see me? If they can they're fucking assholes. Maybe that's my quirk social invisibility...that...doesn't actually sound too bad come to think of it.

I looked back down at my phone it had turned off giving me a black and white reflection of my face in the screen. My bruise now clearly evident. Rock that punk look, rock it. I silently chuckled a bit.

" ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬" The bell rang.

Slipping my phone into my backpack I dragged my attention towards the board to start another boring ass day of useless information cramming.