Dear Diary,

Oh shit! Oh fuck!

Here I stand. I stand over Bakugou's dead body. I was only trying to get her to throw up. Not kill her. I mixed different liquids from the fridge. I didn't know Todoroki added drain cleaner. I didn't realize she was going to die until she fell into the glass table. She fell forward and smashed her head into the glass. Blood covered the floor. We killed her. We fucking killed her. "Well, what do we do?" Todoroki interrupts my train of thought with his question. I panicked. What do we do? We killed someone. Someone who had a life, and we took it away. "We could pretend she committed suicide. Here me out. We could forge a note to make it look like she committed suicide, and we get off the hook." Was he serious? This would never work. Or would it? "Think. Long and hard. Conjure her up in your mind. What would she say? What is her final statement to a cold, uncaring planet?" I grabbed her notebook. I ripped out a piece of paper and started writing.

Dear world...
Believe it or not, I knew about fear;
I knew the way loneliness stung.
I hid behind smiles and crazy hot clothes;
I learned to kiss boys with my tongue.
But oh, the world, it held me down;
It weighed like a concrete prom queen crown.

No one thinks a pretty girl has feelings.
No one gets her insecurity.
I am more than shoulder pads and makeup.
No one sees the me inside of me...

Bakugou POV:

I woke up in a pile of glass. Glass was embedded in my face and blood covered my nice carpet. Well...it wasn't nice anymore. I slowly picked myself off the floor. I saw my dead body lying on the floor. My blond hair was sprawled across the floor and so were my limbs. Damn, I really need to get my roots redone. I looked in the direction of Deku. She was writing a "suicide note". I decided to look over her shoulder and read it. Jesus, she was making me sound like air supply.

*three hours later*

When my parents returned from their Saturday trip to grandma's house, they screamed their heads off. They called 911 and the cops came over. And guess what they found. The forged note. And they read it. And they believed it. Ha, dumbasses. Of course, at first, they thought it was murder. But when they read the note, they changed their tune.

They couldn't see past my Rockstar mystique.
They wouldn't dare look in my eyes.
But just underneath was a terrified girl.
Who clings to her pillow and cries!
My looks were just like prison bars;
They've left me a myriad of scars.

"Myriad," nice. I missed that word on my spelling test.

No one thinks a pretty girl has substance. That's the curse of popularity.
I am more than just a source of handjobs.

Damn straight.

No one sees the me inside of me.

*the next day*

Toshinori Yagi: Bakugou Heather's death is not your everyday suicide.

Nemuri Kayama: You should cancel classes.

Toshinori Yagi: No way, coach, I send the kids home before lunch and the switchboard'll light up like a Christmas tree.

Hizashi Yamada: Our children are dying! I suggest we get everyone into the cafeteria and just talk and feel, together.

Toshinori Yagi: Thank you, Mr. Yamada. Call me when the shuttle lands.

Hizashi Yamada: I'm telling you, we all misjudged Bakugou Heather. This is the loveliest suicide note I've ever read.

Box up my clothing for Goodwill.
And give the poor my Nordic Track.
Donate my car to crippled kids.
Or to those ghetto moms on crack.
Give them my hats and my CDs.
My pumps and my flats, my three TVs!

No one thinks a pretty girl has feelings;
But I weep for all I failed to be.
Maybe I can help the world by leaving;
Maybe that the me inside of me.

Toshinori Yagi: Aw, hell. Long weekend for everybody!

Midoriya POV:

Principal Yagi announced over the loudspeakers that we got the rest of the week off. Everyone scurried to the bus lane to get the hell out of here. Before we could leave, Mr. Yamada shouted over everyone. "Not so fast, kids. They're refueling the buses, which gives us a solid half-hour of healing. Now I have mimeographed copies of the suicide note so you can feel Heather's anguish. I'll pass the suicide note around." Remakes of the letter Todoroki and I had made were passed around like they were a treasure. Everyone looked at the note and acted like it made them feel something. I knew it was all bullshit. Everyone hated her, no matter what they say. People were shouting that they never knew her pain. Which of course was a lie. She never felt pain and we all knew that. When Mr. Yamada asked me what I thought, I told him that for Bakugou to be happy, she had to give up her position. And like I expected; he believed it.

Bakugou POV:

Holy crap! This is awesome! Jesus Christ! I'm bigger than John Lennon! I was getting attention! I was now more popular than when I lived.

Midoriya POV:

Kirishima and Kaminari had invited me to a party at Sero and Aoyama's house. After the last party, I didn't know if I wanted to go. But I didn't want any judgment, so I went. I showed up to the party wearing black shorts, a blue tank top, and my hair was pulled back into a ponytail. I showed up at the party, only to find that everyone else was already drunk. The first red flag. The next red flag was when I found out the only people at the party were Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero, Aoyama, and me. I should have paid attention to the flags.