A week passed, and honestly, training was going quick. I mean, I do pick up things fast. I even started to learn how to do that individual feather shooting that Hawks do. He says it takes a lot of concentration to focus on every single feather. He's not wrong. I even start to bleed just overthinking and overdoing it.
I had to stop, though, because Uncle Whales got concerned when I returned home with blood dripping from my forehead. He thought I got into a fistfight with some 'bitchy' girls because he knew I wouldn't hold back on slapping a bitch.
I didn't have training today because Hawks decided to give me a break from training. He was rambling about how both of us need to breathe because we're constantly 'teasing' each other too much. Also, he doesn't want me to overwork my quirk because he was concerned when I was bleeding. I wouldn't say I'm harsh or anything, but learning new techniques that evolve a lot of concentration can cause physical harm to my body. I don't mind it cause once I master it, I won't be bleeding anymore.
I walk down the stairs to go to the kitchen to get a bite to eat. It was about lunchtime, so Uncle Whales would be on his way back from work. I lazily walked my way, minding my own business, to the fridge, grabbing some brownies and ice tea.
As I place my foot on the counter, my phone dings and I look at the notifications.
Notifications:
*Monica Santos has requested you as a Pen Pal‼️* now
"Monica Santos, huh?" I read to myself. I signed up for a pen pal system online because I thought it would be nice to talk to others worldwide.
Not that I could talk to the other kids at the commission, but I have to stay with Hawks. Sometimes that birdman leaves me in the gym or on the rooftop to train because he's too busy being 'fast'.
Which usually leaves me alone with no one to talk to. Since I always go on my phone, I stumbled upon the system and thought it would be a quick and safe way to make friends online.
I go onto my phone and accept the request and receive a message from this Monica Santos straight away.
Text Messages:
Monica: Hey Sarai, I don't mean to intrude or be rude but are you really from Australia?😃😱
I smile at the text and begin typing
Me: Yeah, I'm from Australia, but I live in Japan.
Monica: oh really😃? How long have you been living there?
Me: just a couple of weeks. 😅 by where do you live?
Monica: Oh, I live in Rio de Janeiro with my family. Home of the world's biggest parade✨
Me: Wow 😲 you LIVE IN Brazil 🇧🇷😱🤩. I've always wanted to go because of Carnival. I've seen it online or on the news. The beauty of Rio is genuinely incredible 😍🥰
Monica: I'm happy you feel that way about the city☺️. So how about you, do you live on your own or?
Monica: not to sound creepy or anything😅
Me: no, it's fine 😂 I live with my Uncle his a Pro hero. How about you, Monica? Do you live with your Family?🤔🤷🏽♀️
Monica: Yeah, I live with my family ☺️ there are 4 of us. And that's cool. Your uncle is a pro hero 😃😲. My family are on the down-low with hero work, though.
Me: Oh yeah, I get it don't want to be in the public eye and everything. Unlike me, I'm training to become a pro hero. Which I'm grateful for.😅
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