Dad was allowed back home the next day, which was a saturday. If it was Friday, he would have called the Principal after class. He wanted to get me out of the system as quickly as possible, but also didn't want to handle it on top of the Sports Festival, which was in four weeks

In the meantime, I still had to go to school. And my Dad did too. I'm pretty sure Recovery Girl was about to tie him down to the hospital bed, but that didn't stop him. She managed to get him to stay in the hospital one day more than he wanted, I think she should count her blessings.

He seemed really keen on getting back up and running, and getting his students prepared for the Sports Festival. which was valid. They were powerful (from what I hear), but they were undisciplined (from what I hear).

The meeting with my principal ended up getting scheduled that Monday for that monday, much to my lack of knowledge and surprise.

Of course when I was called to the office, I was in my history class, and Mr. Pompous Prick was there, smirking at me like he had dirt on me.

He and his friend jeered, saying something along the lines of, "Little Miss Perfect seemed to have ruined her streak," as I left. I was half tempted to do something about that.

But, the angel on my shoulder reminded me I was already on the way to the principal's office, and I didn't want anyone to accompany me.

So I kept walking.

The principal greeted me kindly and invited me to sit down-

Oh, my God. Dad. You look like a mummy. Why are you here?

I'm not embarrassed or anything, but you shouldn't be out of school grounds.

I gave him a sympathetic look before sitting down.

"Thank you for joining us, Samiko. Now, we are here to discuss possible options for her schooling," She clarified with my father.

"Yes," he said, beneath all those bandages. My mouth began to twitch. "I was considering, with the attacks that have been happening, that she should stay with me, on U.A.'s grounds where the security is higher."

"Well, I think that would be too jarring and perhaps not optimal for her social life," The principal suggested in a way a principal would.

I had to stifle a laugh before it escaped my lips. What social life?

"That may be true, though I believe her safety is more important in this case," my father said. I could hear how tight his voice was. Even though they were both instructors, he really didn't prefer this lady. Neither did I. She was bubbly, and sweet, and opinionated, and never wrong.

Not my type of person.

I sighed. There was so much more to life than being right.

After all, I almost always was right, I would know.

I'm unashamed to say that I sort of maybe zoned out as they bantered back and forth, trying to find a solution where everyone would be happy. I, of course, was never once brought into the conversation. I was a child-I didn't have rights.

I sat there for what it felt like was hours (I think it was), signing me up for a part-time school attendance program the school had offered for me. The rest of the time, my education would be taken care of by my father and the teachers at U.A., including Advanced English, Algebra I, and I would take one class a day there-science class for the upperclassmen.

And with this new program, and my ability, I would move up not one, but two grade levels. So I was now a ninth year, and if (when) I passed, I would enroll into U.A. for the next year.

Overall, my life was pretty set.

I felt prepared, and actually excited for once about something in my life.

It was a challenge. It was something to look forward to.

And I began in seven days.

.o0o.

My schedule started, and it was really quite fun being in the 9th year class. I was shocked to find that both the students and teachers were quite hospitable and apparently enjoyed my company.

That didn't mean that they would ever choose to play favorites. I still got as much, if not more homework for science than everyone else because I was only a part-time student.

I managed to get out of class the day that my dad and Hizashi hosted the first years' Sport's Festival, which was rad, but the catch was I had to finish all my homework before the end of the week if I wanted to keep my phone.

Of course, I wanted to keep my phone. I was just about to finish a novel that I had downloaded onto it. It was motivation enough for me, and I did it.

I watched from the podium with Hizashi and my Dad, which was fun. I was able to see everything from up here.

I saw many of my dad's students fight, make connections, and become friends or rivals. I was waiting and routung for Shinsou, since I knew he wanted to become a hero so badly.

It was interesting to see the candidates of who was going to be the next generation of heroes.

It was strange that I would probably get to meet some of them first hand, given my future career choice myself.

Of course, I didn't want to be a hero. It was a lot of work only for the media for you to either get in your face or rake you through the mud-like they were doing with U.A.-and I did not like the media. I kept up on news just to be informed. I never got too in over my head or trusted anyone from any anchor.

Not to say I didn't like heroes. I love them. My dad was a hero. Heroes kept society safe and crime down to a minimum. They were essential to controlling villain activity, so of course, I support heroes. I just don't want to be one.

Anyhow, the Sports Festival was...enjoyable. It was refreshing.

Back in my "life," if that's what people can call school nowadays, somehow my entire class knew I had transferred to only part-time schooling. Maybe the fact that I wasn't showing up to class anymore tipped them off.

Unfortunately, 'people from my class' also meant Mr. Pompous Prick. Also known by his name, Aoki.

I began walking across the playgroundt o get to my bus stop and head home. My lunch pack was in my arms, and I was going to eat while I waited.

I had no idea I was being followed.

"Hey!"

A familiar voice almost startled me, but I kept my cool.

I kept walking, speeding across the freshly watered grass of the field.

"Hey, you! Aizawa!"

He was right behind me.

"Do you need something from me?"

"Little Miss Perfect thinks she can go around acting better than everyone else in the world just becuase she was transferred, isn't that right?"

I turned to face him before he could turn me himself. "What are you even talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Aizawa," he got right up in my face. I took a step back. "You've never been better than me. You never will be better than me."

The look on my face was almost for sure nothing but blank. I had no idea why he was coming up to me and 'reminding' me of my place.

I looked to the school building, then back at him. I bowed slightly before turning around.

He snatched my arm and turned me back around. I stiffened and yanked it out of his hold, about to give him the lecture of a lifetime before he began speaking.

"You still think you're all that, huh?" he said. "I don't know what the hell your father was doing when he thought he could raise you, but he didn't tell you to respect those who deserve it. He didn't tell you not to make enemies with the wrong people. Too bad he's a hero, he might not be able to tell you before he gets killed, like he almost did at U.A."

My face changed. The way my body felt changed. He kept talking.

"Heh, I guess that's what you get when you teach at a hero school. That's what you get when you have a daughter with one of the greatest heroes of all time, and take her in. You do your job, and you die, becuase that's what heroes do. Then they leave you behind, becuase you weren't important enough for them to stay."

He seemed to be done. I brought myself out of my emotions and did a check on myself.

I was crying. That explained the smug look on his face.

So I wiped my tears...and smiled.

"Damn," I said, "Who hurt you?"

He stiffened. "Do you not get it?"

"Get what? your argument that you think you're better than me because both of your parents are alive? while completely untrue, it's also completely unprescedented. From what I can tell, you're harboring resentment or jealousy towards me and don't know what to do with it, so you take things that you percieve as insecurities and try to exploit them. And," I sniffed and looked at the hand that had my tears on it. "Maybe you did. But your words change nothing. I know my own relationship with my father. What you have to say about it only makes me dislike you more."

I didn't bother bowing before turning around again, trying to make it to my bus stop.

That tipped him off.

"Hey," he said, 'menacingly,' grabbing my roughly by my shoulder and spinning me around, "this conversation is nowhere from over."

Memories flashed before my eyes. I reactionarily shrugged him off and snarled, "Don't touch me."

His face lit up in a revelation. I stepped away from him quickly and making an inconspicuous run for my safe place.

He grabbed my arm quickly.

"What's your problem? You're still convinced, even when you have everything to lose and nothing to gain that you're better than me? What a little bitch!"

I tried to yank my arm out of his grip. "Don't touch me!"

He grabbed my other arm and tried to taunt me even further.

I was past my breaking point. It was bad enough that I saw the man from so long ago on top of me.

I ripped my arm out of his hold violently, landing a solid, painful blow to his face.

He recoiled, holding his face gingerly.

I was standing there shaking with rage and sorrow.

"I said," I snarled, voice trembling, "Don't touch me."

He glared at me with enmity, a growl emitting from between his clenched teeth.

"Why you-"

I put my fists up in preparation for a fight. I got into a low stance.

Completely to my surprise, the schoold bell rang. Kids began to file out of ther lassrooms and onto the playground as we started fighting.

He threw a sloppy and predictable punch at my face, and we went back and forth. I wondered when an administrator would finally see. It wasn't like we were hiding.

He handed a punch to my stomach that I totally saw coming, but did nothing to move. He suddenly grabbed me again and pressed me up against the fence. He slapped me.

My arms were pinned, so I proceeded to try and kick out his knee before I leaned down and bit him in the arm.

He retreated again, before I kicked his stomach. He bent over in half. I fell to the ground, also similarly doubled over. I stood back up immediately. I made the mistake of standing up next to him, because he was able to sweep my feet out from under me. I landed uncouthly on my rear, my wrist popping. In not a good way.

I laid back against the wet grass I just landed on, trying to gather myself before he recovered.

He recovered.

He crawled over me, pinning my arms down, his leg pinning both of mine down.

I nearly screamed. Not again. Not again. Not again-

"Don't turn your back on me, bitch!"

He punched me solidly in the face once-twice. I was able to slide an arm out from underneath me and was just about to all but shove his nose into his skull, but he was pulled off of me.

Apparently, we were too invested in our fight to notice the administration officers whistling, shouting, and running at us to try and get us to stop. While he was being held back by a friend of his and a male administrator, thrashing and pulling against them, a female administrator hugged me close to her, trying to keep me contained and also calm.

I was nearly hysterical. Adrenaline was rushing through my veins. Snippets of memories began to flood my mind. I didn't like to be touched-I didn't want to be touched! And I tried, and tried, and tried to get out of her hold, just to sit by myslf, and process things by myself, but I couldn't put those words in my mouth. They wouldn't come out. The thoughts wouldn't form to say "I'll be okay. I won't hurt anyone or myself. I just need to think away from physical contact."

But I couldn't.

So...I began, again to cry.

And the administrator...she began to rock me.

It was both humilating and soothing. I was now a ninth year, being calmed like a three year old after throwing a fit, but... it helped. I'm not too proud to say it helped.

Aoki kept trying to get to me, calling me names and claiming I was faking 'it,' assumingly my tears, but the administrator didn't care. He kept him restrained and from hurting himself or me as I slowly began to regain my bearings.

He never stopped glaring at me after he realized accusations were going to get him nowhere.

He was taken to the office before I was. I was...I was so vulnerable, I hated it.

But the administrator, she stayed with me. She stayed until I'd calmed down. She stayed until I began to answer her questins and feel the pain from being hit. Until i started regretting what I had just did.

Not only had I missed my bus, but my dad was going to have to be called. And I knew that.

She let me stand when I was ready, then she held me securly around the shoulders as we walked to the nurse's office.

.o0o.