Hello. This is my first time trying this so I hope you enjoy it. Let me know if you think I should continue this. The new Characters will be me and my sister so ready to hear what I think would happen if me and my sister had unique quirks.

Chapter 1

I spit in… what should be All For One's face.

Hey. I rewrote this. And every other chapter there is.

Jaden P.O.V

Well. This is how I die. Not from some chick, I pissed off, like my family said I would. Nor death by my sister. I'm going to lose my quirk to some weirdo that likes to snatch quirks. Calls himself All for one. I feel his hand around my throat and I'm lifted. So I look up and did the most logical thing I could. I spat in his face. Or where his face would be.

Know what Maybe I should start and the beginning. My name is Jaden. My last name doesn't matter seeing that I'm going to die. So I guess my problems came the day I got hit by a truck.

It all started the day I also got my quirk. Ironic right? The day some kids wait for their lives to change for the better, is where my life went down hill. It was a normal day for me as a five-year-old.

Wake up

eat breakfast

be annoyed by my sister's quirk

go to school

get picked on for being a late bloomer(Being my quirk. I was five at the time. No quirk)

go play

get picked on

eat lunch

get picked

go home

be annoyed by my sister's quirk.

I think you get the gist of my life.

My sister, Skylah was four years old and she had a quirk that was super irritating at times but super useful. She can manipulate sunlight. The doctors said that she'll be able to do more in the future but at the time she could make small illusions based on how much sunlight she absorbed during the day.

So any way. How did I? A 5-year-old get hit by a truck?

Well. It was like this.

Image little Jaden. I have sort of messy black hair, brown skin(I'm only a little dark), and dark brown eyes that are almost black. Add in the fact that Jaden was small for a five-year-old.

So little Jaden saw a little girl his age with strangely white hair that was curly, she was a little pale and had deep brown eyes. How did I know her eye color? Well, she was standing in the middle of the street, eyes wide, pointed at a truck.

Don't ask me why.

So what happened was like several heroes you may have heard about. I ran as fast as my little legs would carry me(Not that I was that fast either).

I reached her a bit before the truck so I crashed into her.

What happened next was a blur.

The second my fingertips touched the ground I felt something inside me snap. It felt like waves of power rushed out of my fingertips.

The last few things I remember were

1) I felt the girl's breath on my body, and her against me

2) It felt like I took the full impact of the hit

3) The next thing I felt was pain, not from the truck, I felt like my arms were shattered.

4)The last thing I felt before blacking out was the scariest. It was the ground, it was shaking, harder than I had ever felt in my short life.

Just ignore the little message below. I'm too lazy to remove it.

Hey guys what did you think? Was it too long, too short, or was it just right? Let me know if I should continue. I'm sorry for ending it here. It's just This took longer than I thought it would.