The light of daybreak was causing vertigo, and rubbing my eyes only made me more prone to opening them further. I reached out my arm as far as possible, then opened my mouth to let out a groan. The sounds of construction were the cause of the rude awakening. Taking a deep breath to relieve the frustration, I take a look at the time, and it's around seven o'clock. School started at nine, so I had plenty of time. Time always moves a little faster than you want it to.
Letting out a sigh. To start my day, I rolled out of my bed. Then stumbled to the bathroom, placing myself smack dab in front of the sink. Grasping the knob of the faucet, the cold metal grazes the tips of my fingers, making me shiver. Placing my hands under the faucet, I stare at the cold water as it flows around my hands. As another sigh escapes my lips, I lift my head to look into the reflection in the mirror in front of me. I had long, shaggy hair that was as white as snow. Sky blue eyes that I felt pierce my soul, and a groggy monotone look that reflected how I thought of the world. I take another deep breath and use my two fingers to lift my lips into a smile.
" Oh, how I miss you, Ma," I spoke woefully to the man in the mirror. The fake smile he gave back reflected my deepest insecurities. But while staring into the reflection, the face seemed to distort. Warping into a frown. The frown of a man who was familiar but seemed so distant at the same time. The thought of facing the man scared me. In response, I fled into the shower to escape him. He didn't follow, thank god.
The water draped my body in what felt like pure sorrow. Each drop that hit the floor felt like another reason to quit. grabbing a bottle of shampoo and lathering the contents into my hair, then washing out the bad thoughts, I wash it out, watching it flow down the drain, and then wash my body.
Life kept moving, no matter how hard I tried to make it stop, no matter how hard I tried to go back, I'm never going to get the chance, so might as well keep moving because it seems that it's the only choice I have. Stepping into the kitchen and every step echoed the deserted home, which only housed one soul. I made some breakfast: toast and honey, which in fact I ate every day. The meal gives a little more energy to navigate the day. I reach out my hand to grab the remote, which I had placed on the couch the day prior. I turned on the television and sat down. Going to a news channel.
"This just in, a man supposedly made of sludge just stole from a local bank, in the heart of Musutafu. Oh my god, just in, All Might has appeared on the scene and is in pursuit of the villain." The news broadcaster spoke with obvious forced excitement.
Turning off the television, I grabbed my phone to check the time. It was eight thirty. I head back to the bathroom, deciding not to look at the reflection this time after I washed my face and grabbed my backpack.
Pausing in the middle of the room, everything went radio silent. Suddenly, my skin and eyes burst into a bright shade of red, horns and fangs protrude from where my canines used to be, and a short tail with a spade at the end sprouts from my tailbone. Slowly, I lift one finger, bringing it up and gliding it down, slicing a fine line in space. The fracture in space grew to the size of a bed and then stagnated. It glowed a deep orange. The color was so vibrant as if it was beckoning me to step through. On the other side of this rift in space was a classroom. The sight of it made me feel even more depressed than I already was. With a sigh, I stepped through the rift.
"How many times must I tell you, Dante, no quirks in class" The teacher scolded. I apologized, then took a seat. The teacher began the lesson.
The light of daybreak was causing vertigo, and rubbing my eyes only made me more prone to opening them further. I reached out my arm as far as possible, then opened my mouth to let out a groan. The sounds of construction were the cause of the rude awakening. Taking a deep breath to relieve the frustration, I take a look at the time, and it's around seven o'clock. School started at nine, so I had plenty of time. Time always moves a little faster than you want it to.
Letting out a sigh. To start my day, I rolled out of my bed. Then stumbled to the bathroom, placing myself smack dab in front of the sink. Grasping the knob of the faucet, the cold metal grazes the tips of my fingers, making me shiver. Placing my hands under the faucet, I stare at the cold water as it flows around my hands. As another sigh escapes my lips, I lift my head to look into the reflection in the mirror in front of me. I had long, shaggy hair that was as white as snow. Sky blue eyes that I felt pierce my soul, and a groggy monotone look that reflected how I thought of the world. I take another deep breath and use my two fingers to lift my lips into a smile.
" Oh, how I miss you, Ma," I spoke woefully to the man in the mirror. The fake smile he gave back reflected my deepest insecurities. But while staring into the reflection, the face seemed to distort. Warping into a frown. The frown of a man who was familiar but seemed so distant at the same time. The thought of facing the man scared me. In response, I fled into the shower to escape him. He didn't follow, thank god.
The water draped my body in what felt like pure sorrow. Each drop that hit the floor felt like another reason to quit. grabbing a bottle of shampoo and lathering the contents into my hair, then washing out the bad thoughts, I wash it out, watching it flow down the drain, and then wash my body.
Life kept moving, no matter how hard I tried to make it stop, no matter how hard I tried to go back, I'm never going to get the chance, so might as well keep moving because it seems that it's the only choice I have. Stepping into the kitchen and every step echoed the deserted home, which only housed one soul. I made some breakfast: toast and honey, which in fact I ate every day. The meal gives a little more energy to navigate the day. I reach out my hand to grab the remote, which I had placed on the couch the day prior. I turned on the television and sat down. Going to a news channel.
"This just in, a man supposedly made of sludge just stole from a local bank, in the heart of Musutafu. Oh my god, just in, All Might has appeared on the scene and is in pursuit of the villain." The news broadcaster spoke with obvious forced excitement.
Turning off the television, I grabbed my phone to check the time. It was eight thirty. I head back to the bathroom, deciding not to look at the reflection this time after I washed my face and grabbed my backpack.
Pausing in the middle of the room, everything went radio silent. Suddenly, my skin and eyes burst into a bright shade of red, horns and fangs protrude from where my canines used to be, and a short tail with a spade at the end sprouts from my tailbone. Slowly, I lift one finger, bringing it up and gliding it down, slicing a fine line in space. The fracture in space grew to the size of a bed and then stagnated. It glowed a deep orange. The color was so vibrant as if it was beckoning me to step through. On the other side of this rift in space was a classroom. The sight of it made me feel even more depressed than I already was. With a sigh, I stepped through the rift.
"How many times must I tell you, Dante, no quirks in class" The teacher scolded. I apologized, then took a seat. The teacher began the lesson.