You (Hotari, Saskia) transfer to U.A high after your father gained custody from your abusive aunt and uncle. You got in just by recommendations and you landed in the class of 1-A, the hero course!
I had been flown out to Japan, free of my horrible aunt and uncle. I hadn't seen my father since my mother passed. That was when I was around the age of 4 or 5. Now I'm 15 and I was reunited with my father.
"Saskia? What are all these scars from?"
"Ah, this um..." I say touching my right eye
"Did Talia do this?"
I nod. It was a big scar left over from an injury that was given to me when my Aunt Talia was on drugs. It cut through my eyebrow and down to my jawline. Many people told me I was beautiful never the less. I had many scars on my back, arms, and legs. But I would show my scars in confidence. I looked around my fathers large house and smiled. It was clean and homey. Unlike my old home back in Canada. My father had already made up my room and had payed people to move my stuff in.
"Saskia, you start school tomorrow."
"Oh, I do?"
"Yes, I know you hate wearing skirts, so I requested your uniform to have pants instead of a skirt."
"Thanks Dad, your the best!"
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I look at my reflection. My baby blue and pastel pink irises sparkle in the lights of my vanity. I brush out my long smokey hair and tie it into half up half down pigtails. I push my up my new glasses up and smile in the mirror. I grab my new uniform, which was unusual since I went to public school before. I slip on the tight green pants and button the white dress shirt. I loosely tie my red tie and buckle my belt. I grab the grey jacket and tie it around my waist. I tuck a black pen in my shirt pocket. I put a few bands and bracelets on my wrists and put a blue tie clip on my tie. I touch my elven ears and examine the small rip in the left side in the mirror. I smile, thinking that it looks cute and I go over to my new backpack:
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It already had note books and stationary inside. I sling it over my shoulder and walk into the kitchen. I grab an apple and head out of school. As I make my way to my new school I start eating my so called apple. It was really light and kinda sour. I then realize I mistook it for a red bell pepper. Which at this point I was halfway through it, and decided to finish it. I smile to myself skipping along the street. After about fifteen minutes I make it to the large building. My smokey, blue, scaly tail swishing. (like in Blue Exorcist, but not on fire)
"Are you Saskia, Hotari?"
"Uh yeah!"
"I'm Aizawa, your homeroom teacher."
"Cool."
"Come with me, I'll take you to the classroom."
"Am I gonna introduce myself in front of the class?" I ask trailing behind the sleep deprived man
