With original illustrations.
"You are not the ones who decide my future, I am!"
Mizuki Masuda is a girl with a difficult past that haunts her...
She lost her parents in a fire at the age of 7 and with such a dangerous quirk in her hands, no one want...
Hello there dear reader, I just wanted to say that this is my first book, and also, English is not my first language (I'm from Brazil but I am living in Canada), so it may have some grammar mistakes and maybe expressions that you don't understand (please, ask me if you don't understand anything, and feel free to help me too ;-;)
Well, I hope you guys like it
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Life isn't fair,
I learned that a long time ago, when I was just a child.
"See you, quirkless crybaby!" they laugh and push me, making all my new school supplies fall to the floor.
I kneel on the floor as I watch them run to the door. I never understood what I did wrong to deserve this, but there was nothing I could do. Every day was that same story, I would arrive at the classroom, sit in my seat at the back and everyone would look at me and make fun of me. And I would cry because that's all I could do, cry with the hope that someone would come to save me, but no one ever came.
And I was quirkless, the only one without a quirk in the whole school... all I wanted was to be normal, have friends, people who would loved me for who I am and not because of an incredible quirk.
There's nothing to do, eighty percent of the world's population has a quirk, and the rest of us are left out...
Without a quirk, you are treated like a loser, an idiot, a hopeless, a weakling... a nobody.
I sigh slightly and start gathering my school stuff and putting them in my backpack, and then I hear someone running towards me. Startled, I close my eyes tight and cringe myself, putting my backpack in front of me to protect myself. But... nothing came.
"Are you okay?" a calm, husky voice sounds through my ears. I slowly open my eyes to see a boy with a tired look, a bleeding nose and some purple, swollen spots on his arms and legs.
"W-What happened to you?!" I ask worriedly as the boy watches me in surprise and then smiles slightly.
"Same old thing, I'm used to it..." he extends his hand and helps me to get up.
"I'm... so sorry." I sigh and then remember something. I grab my backpack and find a small white cloth. "Here, let me help ya!" I smile gently and carefully wipe the blood from his nose, while he doesn't look away from me.
"Y-You have no idea who I am, do you?" he asks in an embarrassed tone.
"No, but no one deserves to be bleeding." I reply as he smiles slightly and looks away. "There you go!" I smile.
(I did just use anything in the background...)
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