Moxie, meanwhile, was dealing with some demons of her own. Specifically, one.

"I can't believe people can fly in this world," Alistair walked right next to her like a hyper golden retriever. "And they can do all kinds of other things, too. I saw some kid that had robot arms. Isn't that crazy? And there was another kid that can remove his own eyeballs! Granted, that seems like a power you wouldn't want, but I bet it'd scare some people on Halloween!"

After getting zero sleep the night before, Moxie was still in emotional turmoil as she rocked down the hallway like a listless boat. She dragged her feet over the tile and slumped towards Class 1-A. Normally, she would have been concerned for Leo. However, she knew little could be done and did not want to be around the rest of her class at the moment. Not to mention, this strange British guy talking her ear off.

Alistair had basically spent the entire day wandering around the halls of the school to explore this new world before him. He had promised Moxie that he would not venture far, but the sights were something to behold. A universe of people with super powers! How lucky could somebody get? Despite that, he admitted that he already found himself attached to this girl. Of course, it was mainly because she was the wielder of the Leonhardt crystal and she was the only person that could see him.

Explaining the logic behind other dimensions was a difficult conversation to be had. It hurt that Alistair could not tell her all that he was told to do by The Creator. The goal was simple, find and kill Izuku Midoriya. However, he simply told her that he was trying to get back home, and keeping the crystal was his way of getting energy. Not one to be unhelpful, Moxie decided to wear the crystal around school. Now came the question of how he was going to kill somebody without being able to touch them in any way.

Ridding himself of the morbid thought, Alistair leaned in close to Moxie's ear, making her shiver at the dark tone in his voice. "Bu the way, I was eavesdropping on some of those people back in your classroom. You know that other British guy in the class? He can travel through time. It reminds me of those old Time-Turners, but I only used them one time. That night of the ball was really good, and I got to go with both the girls that asked me out! They never learned a thing."

Once she opened the door to the classroom, she collapsed right onto her desk. Kneeling on the floor, Moxie buried her head into the wood and scrunched her eyes shut.

"Lord," Moxie shouted into her arms. "Why is this happening to me?"

Moxie screamed into her arm. The frays of her bed-rustled hair spiking out from her scalp. Her school jacket wrinkled, her voice cracked. She racked her shoulders in a fit of coughing and wretched into the wood of the desk.

Once silent, Moxie kneeled in silence with her face obscured.

"Uh, Moxie," Alistair said. He took a cautious step towards her. "I know we only just met, but you seem stressed."

Moxie veered her head and revealed her tired face at Alistair. Her grey eyes small and glossed over, she blew out a hot sigh. "I'm sorry, Mister Alistair. I just didn't sign up for whatever this is. I mean, where are you from? Why are you here?"

Alistair nodded. "I guess I seem like an asshole for not explaining, but I'm not supposed to tell you everything."

"Why not?"

Alistair took a few steps forward. He loomed above Moxie and brushed a speck of dust off the bridge of his nose. "The Creator said that it built suspense."

Moxie groaned out and rose back to her feet. "Then why are you around me, specifically?" She said as she matched eye level with him.

"Well, it doesn't hurt that you're a very pretty girl," Alistair flashed a cheeky smile at Moxie and narrowed his jade eyes.

The girl blushed and dusted off her black dress pants. She reared back and pulled at her mane of hair. "D-don't give me that look! Flattery won't get you nowhere, Satan."

"Are you still on that? I'm not Satan," Alistair placed a hand on his chest. "At least, not that I know of."

"But you probably are," Moxie said. "I'm supposed to be trying to be a Pro-Hero, and you're distracting me."

"Well, I can't exactly go back home yet," Alistair said. "And besides, you are a very pretty girl. I really like your accent as well."

"Oh," Moxie blinked. "You do?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"A lot of people think it's annoying," Moxie snatched a brave step to Alistair. "Sometimes, I'd rather sound like some city slicker like you. Brits always sound smart."

"You'd be surprised at how dumb most of us are," Alistair said. "And none of us can hold down our liquor."

"Not to mention," Moxie's face lit up. "Cornbread, grits, flapjacks? You don't know none of that. Y'all are the worst cooks, right?"

"The absolute worst," Alistair grinned. "I'd burn a bowl of cereal."

Moxie let a small giggle bubble out of her lips. It was a tiny gesture, but her nerves were extinguished of the anxiety from earlier. The close proximity to each other made both of them a little more at ease with Alistair joining in with a light chuckle. They were only a few inches apart from each other exactly at the same height. Moxie could see the brilliant emerald eyes that flickered over Moxie's face as if Alistair was reading it like a book.

It was a small moment, but a moment of understanding and connection, nevertheless.

Then, the stress returned.

"Hello, Moxie," A new voice bellowed. "Early for class?"

As they spoke, the door wafted opened. Izuku strolled into the room oblivious to the invisible man around the desk from Moxie. Wearing his hero uniform, he waved at Moxie like she was a long-lost relative and gave her a cinnamon roll warm smile. He passed the teacher's desk and walked right through Alistair. When he did so, Alistair's entire frame flashed blue before returning him to his normal state.

"Rude," Alistair muttered under his breath.

Moxie ignored him and stood upright like a frozen toothpick. She forced her eyes more open to appear less sleepy, and she rubbed some random gook that had dug into the corners of her lids.

"Yes, hello Mister Midoriya," Moxie said.

Izuku laughed. "Just Izuku. I heard Americans like to call each other by their first names."

Right before Moxie said anything else, a stab of pain. Not heavy, but a small pin prick that ticked at the center of her chest. She gasped out in surprise, and her hand clasped the two objects around her neck. That was when she felt a warmth emanating from the objects, not unlike that of a powerful lightbulb. When she looked down into her palms, her rosary appeared to be normal. However, it was the red crystal that shined like a light house beacon. A cardinal light faded and returned to mimic a calm heartbeat.

"That's such a pretty crystal," Izuku said. "Is that one of those mood ring things that Americans like? Don't you buy those at that store called Spencers?"

Alistair stared in surprise right at Moxie and the crystal. Then, he switched his gaze towards Izuku.

"That's him," Alistair said. "That's Izuku Midoriya. This is my chance!" He exclaimed in triumph.

"Uh, I'm sorry," Moxie blinked. "What was that?"

"What was what?" Izuku asked.

Without any more hesitation, Alistair yanked something out from his cloak pocket. Moxie tilted her head in confusion over Izuku's shoulder. Alistair placed himself just a foot behind Izuku. He pointed what seemed to be just a thick stick of wood at the small of the Symbol Of Peace's back. His teeth bared, he flicked the stick in his wrist. He was prepared to end this story once and for all before it even started.

"Ascendo Tuum!"

Izuku was intrigued at why Moxie appeared so sullen, so exhausted compared to the day before. She seemed like a personable, even fun individual. Yet, she appeared so preoccupied. He eyes glanced over his shoulder as he spoke to her like somebody was there. Then again, in the books he read before taking the teaching job, he heard teenagers today had much smaller attention spans from social media. So, he kept talking.

"Well, I just wanted you to know that I'll be teaching more of the classes since Kac-Professor Bakugo is moving to his spot in 1-B," Izuku said. "It was so strange how the school delayed their schedule just for the window damage and broken door. But what we found out was that in California, every class needs its own room. So we couldn't legally teach them without their own class. Also, I noticed how much more expensive things are around here. You know how much a burger costs? But their also so much bigger than in J-."

Until he felt it.

It was not painful to Izuku. There was no immediate threat. In fact, he might have been imagining it. Yet, there was a strange draft of ice that trickled over his spine. It was as if somebody had taken a small piece of his skin and pulled back on the tiny thread. the other end of this thread was attached to his heart. A strange tug grabbed at his heart and vibrated it like a small tremor on the San Andreas fault. It tapped at him, and he felt just a sliver of strength tremble away in his muscles.

Then, it stopped.

Alistair, realizing no effect was taking place, dropped his face and tapped the wand on his hand. "Is this broken?"

"You idiot," The Creator said to Alistair. "I told you that you can't do it yet! You don't have the power! Now, he knows."

Izuku twisted his neck and looked back. The rest of the classroom looked completely empty. He blinked and stared right through Alistair. For just a brief second, the blonde boy twitched as his eyes made contact with Izuku's. In just a small blink, Alistair thought Izuku could see him.

Then, Izuku busted out a harsh laugh.

"I guess somebody left a window open down the hall," Izuku turned back to Moxie. "The draft in these halls can get crazy, right? Well, I'm going to see Leo in the hospital wing. Then, I'll come back with the rest of the class. We're going to discuss All Might. Can't wait!"

Izuku swung around on his black boots and sprinted out of the room. He disappeared around the corner out of sight.

Moxie glanced at Alistair. He pocketed his wand and scratched the tip of his nose. He thought he was so clever trying to pull the wand and ending this right then and there. His face flushed in embarrassment, he faced Moxie and gave her a tight grin.

"So," Alistair said. "What were we discussing?"

"Did you just point a stick at him?" Moxie asked.

"Oh my God! That was so cool what you did! I mean, it was like one minute you were there, but the next? Poof! Did you teleport? It was like you were a glitch in the Matrix or something? This is like that time when my parents went to New York, and they were at MOMA. They saw this painting they really liked, so they-."

"Jesus, Blake," Hunter said as he rubbed one of his spider arms.

Megan yanked Blake back by his shirt collar. "He just woke up. Calm down."

Leo propped up his upper half with his elbows and dug into the harsh cot. The school had a large nurse's office that had rows and rows of cots that were separated by black curtains. The entire class except for Moxie were crammed into the last section of the room right by the window. The stench of antisepctic made Leo wretch, while the mound of nitrile examination gloves made him shiver. Hospitals always made him nervous.

Then again, a lot of things did.

When he awoke a minute prior, a rainbow of eyes peered down on his like he was a strange spider that had crawled through an aquarium. He shivered at the attention, his arms crossing over his thin chest to soothe himself from the limelight.

The class were still completely stumped in what happened. One second, Martel was high tailing the limousine to victory with a tied up Leo. The next second, Leo was planted on the floor next to Moxie, the sensor on her chest blinking with the impact of the rubber ball.

James sulked in the corner, a deep shadow cast around his enraged frame. His leaned on the corner, his right leg propped up. His eyes were still reddened from the impact of Lloyd's dust that stung his eyes, but his pride was the most hurt. Not only was he just about to defeat Lloyd, but the goal would have been achieved. He dug his front tooth into his lip until it stung his gums. Losing sucked, but not knowing how may have been worse.

Lloyd, a wry grin on his face, stood proud like a soldier guarding a queen next to the bed. Despite some bandages wrapped around his wrists from burn marks, he was in high spirits and hoped that he had impressed some of the others. This kind of leadership and teamwork would be perfect for the class to recognize and elect him as Class Representative!

Bakugo leaned on the doorway, the head of the Leo lolling about. Seeing he would be fine, Bakugo turned around and left without a word. Lloyd's smile faded in a minuscule degree; he only waited to see if Leo would wake up. He figured the teacher would want to stick around and understand what happened, but perhaps Bakugo already knew. He was their teacher to an extent, after all.

"Could someone explain to me what happened," Synaes tapped her walking stick on the wall to gain attention. "I can't exactly decide for myself."

"Well, that's what we want to know," Martel turned back towards Leo. "Do you have some transmutation quirk?"

"Nah, he can make objects go back in time," Hunter said. "But that's not what happened here, is it?"

Leo rubbed his eye and massaged his throbbing temples. A strong migraine and dehydration always followed his trick. His lungs felt flattened by a steamroller, and his limbs were limper than a soggy banana peel.

"I can manipulate time with small objects," Leo said. "But I can also manipulate time with myself."

"No way," Hunter thrusted his palms upward. "You can travel in time?"

"But wait," Martel raised a finger. "If you went back in time to hit the sensor, then why wouldn't the match have ended before we left in the limo?"

Leo breathed out a harsh stream of air. He flickered his gaze at James in the corner, his head downward towards the ground. He hoped that his classmates did not find him strange or dangerous after he explained things. Gooseflesh prickled at his wiry arms, and his legs buzzed with every twitch from inaction.

"Because I can't erase the past," Leo said. "The past is permanent. With my quirk, I don't go back in time. Instead, I effect the present...by impacting the past."

"That's going back in time," Synaes said.

"It's not, because going back in our timeline is impossible," Leo said.

"This isn't making sense to me," Katsu chimed in from the foot of the bed right in front of Leo's feet. "Can you go back in time?"

"If you'd let him finish, you'd know," James snapped at Katsu.

"Whoa, calm down Jimmy," Katsu said. "I was just wanting to-."

"Do I look like a fucking Jimmy to you?" James perched himself upright in attack mode from his previously relaxed position. "I'm some Irish drunk that hangs out at the bars in Boston by the harbor? The hawbah? Still lives with my mom for forty years before I marry some stuck up broad from the Cape?"

"Huh," Katsu said to himself. "I thought Americans liked being called nicknames."

"Don't call me Jimmy, you piece of plywood!"

"How about you explain further, Leo," Lloyd said. He shot a glance at James, his eyes narrowing to signal for James to stop speaking. He ticked his tongue and leaned back on the wall in the corner.

"Our timeline is linear," Leo gestured in the air a thick line that went across his chest. "The past remains the past no matter what. It has already happened. There is no changing it. However, I can change what happens in the present by going back in the past. In a new timeline that is intertwined with ours."

The class wallowed in silence.

"Like from that superhero movie a few years ago? The one set in America?" Katsu asked.

"When I go back in time," Leo said. "I actually create a new, alternate timeline. In this timeline, everything is the same up until the moment I land in that timeline. After that, I can effect what happens in not only that timeline, but also this one. The effects would occur as if they are happening right then and there, because they technically are."

"That makes no sense."

Leo blinked before he tapped at his soft chin.

"For example, lets say I went back in time and punched Moxie," Leo rubbed his face with a sorrowful grimace. "Of course, I've created a new timeline where I punched Moxie right then and there. However, Moxie would also feel the punch in our timeline as if I had just done it since, technically, I just did. The issue is that Moxie would still not feel the effects until I return to this timeline. When I return, I am brought to the moment that I left as if no time had passed in this timeline. Theoretically, I could stay in that newly created timeline for the rest of my natural life."

"But would this timeline continue?"

"Theoretically, yes," Leo said. "However, time is relative. And it is relative to me. If I don't return to this timeline, then time does not continue. Because whenever I decided to return, I would return to the present, which is the moment that I left."

"So, does that timeline continue? Or does it cease to exist?" Lloyd asked.

"And why would it cause an effect in this timeline," Martel asked. "How are they intertwined?"

"That's a great question," Leo said. "I guess the timeline should continue. But maybe it disappears. I wouldn't know. Nor would I care as long as I return to my original timeline. Our timeline. This opens up many questions. Does that timeline now exist? Does it disappear? What if I stayed or died in that alternate timeline? What happens to this one? Would time continue without me? I imagine it would, but it would matter little to me. After all, I would be dead. As for why I can effect the present, I think I'm a conduit that can effect what happens in both timelines. So maybe my quirk isn't so much that I can manipulate time, but I can manipulate timelines and cause them to interact with each other. Or maybe not. I still don't know the science. It just happens."

"So your quirk has the power to create alternate timelines that effect our timeline in the present?" Martel asked.

"That's totally incredible," Blake hopped on his feet and encroached on Leo's breathing room. He leaned closer to Leo. "So If you went to that fight that Lloyd and James were having, and you stabbed Lloyd in the neck, a knife would magically pop up in his neck when you returned to the present in this timeline?"

"I wish," James muttered under his breath.

"Why am I getting stabbed?" Lloyd asked with a hint of injury to his pride.

"Yes, but for some reason, I can only travel to whatever location I'm in at the time," Leo cleared his throat. His voice box was aching from the extended usage. "It was a gamble to do this, since the limo was not technically in the same location as it was before. However, I guess simply being in the vehicle was good enough. But as you can see, it takes a big strain on me. I can currently go back up to five minutes and only stay a few seconds. And this is usually where I wind up," Leo ran his hands over the crisp cotton sheets of the cot.

"Our timeline stops when you travel to that alternate timeline," Robyn said. "And you can effect this timeline when you return."

"Basically."

"That is fucking insane," James said.

"Language," Lloyd said.

"That is fucking crazy."

"But the other part of your quirk is that you can make small objects go back in time in our timeline," Hunter said. "So, why didn't you just 'rewind' the ropes Martel sprung on you back into its original box and hit the sensor when freed."

Leo stared at Hunter for a few seconds. Then, back at the other members of the class. "I...I guess I didn't think of that."

"You just wanted to show off, didn't you?" James asked. He sauntered to the foot of the bed with his hands jammed into his pockets.

Anton, who had been quietly seated in a chair by a small night stand, rolled his eyes and propped his head into his hand. Robyn hummed to herself standing over him, brushing away the black bang that drooped over her right eye.

"Are you going to be like this every day?" Anton asked.

"Shut it, virus boy," James said.

"Or what?" Anton asked. "You're gonna call me a piece of furniture? Or an animal instead?"

Before any more arguments could start, Martel snapped his fingers.

"I got one more question, and I think it's moral," Martel stated. "Do you ever worry about doing this too much? Traveling to another timeline to another timeline? Not knowing if you are in the right one?"

The class froze and slit enquiring stares into Leo's skin. The smaller boy spied the clock ticking away on the beige wall across from him.

"I...I guess It's hard sometimes to think about that," Leo said. "I just want everyday to be a little meaningful, and I want to a live a life that is worth living. It's hard to wake up somedays. It's hard to wonder if I'm doing something valuable or if I'm letting time slip away into nothingness."

"Is...is that an issue with you?" Katsu asked. "You don't have a life worth living?"

Leo said nothing and peered down at his covers to avoid any eye contact.

"I guess maybe humans self-aggrandize a lot," Martel said to break the reverie. "There are so many different compounds and formulas that create the reactions that make our world spin around the sun. Billions of cells. Trillions of atoms. And what do we do with them on this small marble orb? How valuable of an individual specimen could you possibly be?"

"Are we special because of our quirks, or would we matter without them?" Robyn asked the rest of the class. "You know, when I get sad about that kind of stuff, I think a lot about what is happening around us. All of the scary things. The sad things. But, look at all the bad stuff that is happening. Every time it does, there's good things happening to."

"Like what?" Anton asked.

"Well, look at all the people that are helping," Robyn said as she pointed out the window at the ocean. "When there's an earthquake or a villain attack, you have the obvious heroes. But think of all those other people! The firefighters and medics. They matter and do just as much good. So, when you get sad about what you see around you, think about all the people that are helping. All the people that are trying to make things better. I bet there's many more of them than of the bad guys. The ones that help people both physically and mentally. The ones that think people are worth saving and helping!"

Silence. The other members of the class shuffled around in their spots. The topic of conversation weighed down the anchor of excitement from the battle earlier. Leo kept his eyes resting on his lap. He would rather just crawl into a ball and wait for the others to leave than have to confront any more emotions he felt. He mulled around in Robyn's words. Positivity was easier sad than done. He had always looked to himself as the runt of the litter in most anything he had done, and yet none of these people appeared to be judging him as weak.

He wondered why, since he had been told by many the exact opposite.

"Hey, you."

Leo looked up. James had shuffled himself next to Katsu and looked down at him on the bed.

"That quirk," James said. "It's worth something. And if it weren't, I would have told you already. And if anyone says otherwise, I'll kick their ass into the next dimension."

"But...what if-," Leo started.

"There is no 'what if,'" James shouted. "It's worth something. You're worth something. End of story. Maybe not worthy of being a Pro-Hero, but that's okay since most of these people at this school aren't. But there is something out there. And you'll find it, whatever it is. You know, not all Heroes are gonna be like All Might or Deku. Some are annoying," James tipped his head towards Lloyd. "And some of them might be less powerful. But if you know your role and do it, you'll be valuable. You'll be something."

Silence.

"Except for the Number One Pro-Hero spot," James huffed as he headed for the doorway. "Because that is reserved for me and me alone."

Leo was stunned. This hardhead that seemed hellbent on insulting and bullying everyone was encouraging him? Even complimenting him? He spied the faces of the other classmates to make sure he was not dreaming.

"Did you do more while you were back in time?" Hunter asked. "Like transport us to another dimension?"

Izuku sucked on the purple crazy straw. Apple juice flowed over his parched tongue down his esophagus. He stared out the clear window pane. The teacher's lounge was a small room about half the size of a normal classroom. The wall were the same calming pale cobalt with ivory tile that shined under the bright day's light. The hum of the air conditioning vent rumbled above and rained down frosty air that brushed over Izuku's spiked hair.

His eyes stalked the busy highway just beyond the gates of the school. Cars swished past, and the occasional pigeon flew past. One in particular caught Izuku's eye. A pigeon with the typical graphite wings; it's tips flecked with gold as it fluttered around the top of the parking lot's light post. The sparkle reminded him of All Might's uniform during his Golden Age.

Izuku's breath fogged up the glass in front of him. The spot of condensation receded with every breath. He was calm for once.

That is...until the door was kicked open.

"Where the hell were you?"

Bakugo, with fists clenched, stormed past the auburn wood of the picnic table. Seething like the hot concrete of the parking lot outside, he flared his nostrils. Wisps of smoke funneled off his hands, and beads of nitroglycerin sweat dripped over them and evaporated into dangerous puffs.

"It's getting to be time, Kacchan," Izuku said still examining the highway beyond the window.

Bakugo snagged Izuku's broad shoulder and yanked it back. He spun the shorter man around, a pensive expression on his face. Bakugo's was the opposite, his face was flushed with sweat. The tip of his upturnt nose blared red like a lighthouse's beacon. "What the fuck are you talking about? Why can't you watch them and be by your class?" Bakugo asked.

"Kacchan, remember when I told you abou-."

"I don't wanna hear it," Bakugo threw his hands up and pivoted away. He sulked to the vending machine and shoved in a limp dollar bill.

"You know my situation," Izuku said. He propped a hand on the smooth wood table and drummed his fingers. "About...you know. My power. My quirk."

"You moron," Bakugo threw under his breath. A can of soda tumbled off its shelf. The metal can "Don't even think about it."

"Kacchan, when All Might met me-."

"That was different," Bakugo cracked open the metal tab on the soda. Carbonated fizz hissed and bubbled around the opening. He flicked the side of the receptacle and watched the bubbles pop.

"Was it?"

"It was," Bakugo took a gulp of the soda. Izuku sat down in one of the plush office leather chairs that rolled back with his weight landing on it. "You were a quirk-less loser. And All Might was was about to retire anyway. You can keep going for years."

"But what if I don't?" Izuku paced around the cafeteria table. "What if I get in a car crash or slip on the stairs and snap my neck?"

"Is that how you see it," Bakugo flashed an unimpressed glance at Izuku. "The Symbol of Peace dies from falling and not getting up? You want me to buy one of those Life Alarm things?"

"Maybe it's fate," Izuku said. "I should tell them why I'm really here because I-."

"It's too soon," Bakugo waved the can in the air like a baton and smacked his lips. "And it'll do nothing but cause problems. Just tell the top student at the end of the year. Make them your sidekick or whatever."

Izuku gazed up at Bakugo, the sun's rising rays kissing the side of his face. Bakugo's sneer melted into a tight frown. Footsteps fumbled outside in the hallways. The occasional laugh and hum of murmurs trickled through as students walked to their next period classroom.

"Kacchan, One For All isn't safe anymore," Izuku said. "Just a few minutes ago, I was in the classroom, and I felt something. A strange pulling at my heart. A tugging."

"That's normal for you. You're an emotional person.

"This is different," Izuku snapped. "There's something that One For All is telling me. There's a threat out there, and it can endanger me. I need a backup plan, and I need it fast."

"What is it this time," Bakugo paced around in a circle opposite the side of the table Izuku sat. "Shigaraki? That bald All For One again? Are we just going to go through this every few years? Some guy has a stronger quirk, and it makes you all weak or kills you? Doesn't sound like your quirk is that great if it can't win against that every time. How many of you 'chosen ones' have died through the years? And what makes you so special, anyway? That you can tell when something is coming to kill everyone. Unless you got a Spider Sense and that's an added perk."

"I'm not special. That's the point," Izuku said. "And I need to make it clear to the students."

"What clear? What is going on with you," Bakugo said. "And just tell me. I can take it."

Izuku gulped.

"I need to pass on One For All. To one of the students."

MOAR CONTENT!

Thank you so much for your patience. BTW, I don't know who voices the creator yet. Will take suggestions!

So know it's a bit of a contest: Who will get One For All? Maybe, I'm still drawing out the story. But effectively, the true story is getting started now. This year, Izuku will pick the new wielder of his quirk, and Alistair is going to need to build up more strength to zap Izuku's energy. Who will achieve their goal first? Who will get ONE FOR ALL? I still don't know, but it will be fun to find out!

I just wanted to thank you again for your patience. I will be honest, I have not been in the mood to write over the past week or so. I watch the news often, and I find myself very uninspired by what is taking place in our world currently. I won't bore you with any statements or specifics, but I will leave you this. When I see the awfulness that is occurring on television, I think about all of the good people that are helping to make things better. Robyn said this in the chapter, but the thought I originally watched from Mister Rogers if you know who that is. When you're sad, think of the people trying to make things better. The world has been through worse. Our nation has been through worse. As long as we have that person in our head that helps, whether its a fireman or a nurse or a parent, we will live in a world that has hope and has the chance to change for the better.

So as always, review! I'm serious, more reviews mean faster chapters! Makes sure you tell me what you like and don't like.

Thank you. Be safe. See you soon!