I walked down the crowded halls with my notebook in hand. I started to write, September 1, 1989, "Dear Diary, I believe I'm a good person, you know. I believe that there's good in everyone. But, here we are, first day of senior year and I look around at the kids I've known all my life and ask myself- What happened?
I look around and hear the taunts the jocks give the unpopulars. "Freak! Slut! Burnout! Bug-eyes! Poser! Lard-ass!" I sigh and think of when we were all little kids, We were so tiny, happy and shiny. Playing tag and getting chased. The taunts continue from the jocks, "Freak! Slut! Loser! Short-bus!" Another sigh came out of my mouth and I continue to think about the past, Singing and clapping, laughing and napping, Baking cookies, eating paste. I smile, then it drops when I hear the tauts continue, "Bull-dyke! Stuck-up! Hunchback!"
Then I come back to reality, continuing to write in my notebook, Then we got bigger, that was the trigger, Like the Huns invading Rome. I bump into a jock, "Oh! Sorry." I mumbled. The jock laughed and went on his way. Welcome to my school, this ain't no high school, This is the Thunderdome! Hold your breath and count the days, we're graduating soon.
I smiled at the thought of graduating and getting away from here. "White trash!" I sighed, writing in my notebook some more, College will be paradise, I stop writing and looked around, if I'm not dead by June!
I smile again, But I know, I know, life can be beautiful, I pray, I pray for a better way
If we changed back then, we could change again, We can be beautiful.
I turn around when I see a jock push down a tall guy with glasses. "Ow" I walk over to him, as I walk I mumble, "Just not today." I got to the guy and stuck out my hand, "Hey, are you Ok?" I ask gently. "Get away,nerd!" "Oh, ok." I walk away, sadly. I hear the tauts again. "Freak! Slut! Cripple! Homo! Homo! Homo!" I thought about college again and smiled, Things will get better soon as my letter,Comes from Harvard, Duke, or Brown
Wake from this coma, take my diploma, Then I can blow this town,
Dream of ivy-covered walls and smoky French cafés.
I bump into a spikey blonde haired jock with a letterman jacket. He turns around and angrily bites out, "Watch it!" Fight the urge to strike a match and set this dump ablaze, I thought. Suddenly he smirks, raises his hand and slaps my notebook out of my hands, "Oops!" He laughs. "Bakugou Katsuki, Third year as linebacker and eighth year of smacking notebooks and being a huge dick." I mumble, to which he got even more pissed off, with a tick on his forehead.
"Whatcha say to me, skank?" He looked at me threateningly. I looked down, terrified of what he might do to me, so I quickly said, "Ah! Nothing!" Much to my relief, he left with his friend. I imagined the kids thinking the same as me, But I know, I know...
I know, I know, Life can be beautiful
Beautiful, I pray, I pray
I pray, I pray, For a better way
For a better way, We were kind before;
We can be kind once more,
We can be beautiful, Beautiful...
I was brought out of my musings when my friend, came and helped me with my notebook. "Ah! Hi, Uraraka." I smiled at her, to which she smiled back, "Hi, Deku." Uraraka Ochako. My best friend since diapers. She got up, "We on for movie night?"
I nodded. "Yeah, your on for Popcorn detail."
She smiled in excitement, " I rented 'The Princess Bride'"
I laughed at the predictability of my dear friend. "Again? Wait, don't you have it memorized by now?"
Her eyes sparkled, "What can I say? I love a happy ending." We both laugh. All of a sudden a red headed jock, with a crazy hair style came up to Uraraka and made fun of her.
"Uraraka Dumptruck! Wide-load! Honnnnk!" He said, making fun of her wieght and poverty at the same time. I was getting angry. How can he say that? Why do bullies exist? I thought, Eijirou Kirishima, Quarterback. He is the smartest guy on the football team. Which is kind of like being the tallest dwarf. Just like his friend, he slapped the notebook on the ground again. Which sent me over the edge.
"Hey! Pick that up!" I tell him. He turns and looks at me. He looks completely shocked that someone would confront him.
"Yes, I am. I wanna know what gives you the right to pick on my friend. You're a high school has-been waiting to happen. A future gas station attendant." I crossed my arms. He looked at me.
"... You have a zit, right there." He pointed to my face. He laughed and high fived his partner in crime, who also laughed along. Dear diary, why? People started mumbling, "Do the hate me?" "Why don't I fight back?" "Why do I act like such a creep?" I mumbled, "Why?" "Why won't he date me?" "Why did I hit him?" "Why do I cry myself to sleep?"
All of the kids thought, "Somebody hug me!Somebody fix me!Somebody save me! Send me a sign,God! Get me a cold beer! Something to live for..." Suddenly three of the most popular females came in and everyone started muttering there names " Tomura, Dabi, and Toga." And then there's the League. They float above it all. "I like Tomura, Dabi, and Toga. ""I hate Tomura, Dabi, and Toga" Toga Himiko, her dad is loaded, he sells 'engagement rings'. Dabi, runs the yearbook. No discernable personality, but her mom did pay for implants. And Tomura Shiragaki ,the almighty, she's a mythic b*tch.
They are solid Teflon, never bothered, never harassed. I would give anything to be like that. More mutters around me: "I'd like to be their boyfriend." A random boy said who thought. "That would be beautiful." Uraraka mumbled to herself, but I heard, "I'd like them to be nicer." That would be beautiful . A short boy with a weird ball like hair mumbled, "I'd like to kidnap a Heather and photograph her naked in an abandoned warehouse and leave her tied up for the rats."
I head to the bathroom to get away from this madness, but, life didn't seem to agree with me and in the bathroom was the League. I mentally creamed. Why was life so cruel. I hear their mundane conversation. Dabi was throwing up in the toilet.
"Grow up Dabi, Bulimia was so '87." Scoffs Tomura, as she crosses her arms. On the other hand, toga looked worried, "Maybe you should see a doctor, Dabi." Wiping her mouth and coming out of the stall Dabi looked at Toga.
"Yeah, Toga. Maybe I should." I hear the door open and the sound of Ms. Midnight's voice came through, "Ah! Toga. Tomura," Dabi barfs in the toilet again. " And Dabi. Perhaps you didn't hear the bell over all that vomiting. Your late for class."
"Dabi wasn't feeling well. We're helping her." Tomura said, a hand on her hips. "Not without a hall pass you're not. A week's detention." Here's my chance! To finally be popular. I scribble on a paper and get out of the stall and hand it to Ms. Midnight.
"Not without a hall pass you're not. A week's detention."
"Um actually Ms. Midnight, all four of us are out on hall pass. yearbook committee." She looks at the note and nods.
"... I see you're all listed. Hurry up and get where you're going." Ms. Midnight demanded. Tomura grabbed the note out of her hand. Ms. Midnight then promptly left. Tomura looked at the note, then looked at me.
"This is an excellent forgery. Who are you?" She looked at me expectantly. I looked determined, yet terrified.
"Um, Izuku Midoria. I need a favor." She sneered and looked at me in disgust. "What favor?" If possible, I became more determined.
"Um. Let me sit at your table, at lunch. Just once. No talking necessary. If people think that you guys tolerate me, then they'll leave me alone." The League starts to laugh in unison. "Before you answer, I also do report cards, permission slips, and absence notes." I looked at the ground nervously, afraid of their answer.
"How about prescriptions?" Dabi asked, hand on her stomach.
"Shut up, Dabi!" Tomura said to her "friend."
Dabi looks down at the floor angrily. "Sorry, Tomura." Tomura inspects my face and smirks rather creepily.
"For a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure." She says grabbing my face and moving it side to side.
"And a symmetrical face. If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull, I'd have matching halves. That's very important." Toga said, gesturing with her hands the two sides of my face. I shivered at that.
"Of course, you could stand to lose a few pounds." Dabi said staring at my belly and then looking at me up and down.
"And ya know, ya know, ya know?
This could be beautiful
Mascara, maybe some lip gloss
And we're on our way
Get this girl some blush;
And Heather, I need your brush
Let's make her beautiful." Said a smirking Tomura with Dabi agreeing with her.
"Let's make her beautiful." Dabi repeated.
"Make her beautiful." Said Tomura again. "Ok?" I nodded, more than enthusiastic.
"Ok!"