Silence

Chapter 3 (Edited)

"Shit, shit, shit! I'm late!" I yelled as I threw on my school uniform and slapped some makeup on my face.
"Simple liner and mascara are gonna have to do," I mumbled as I finished putting on my pinkish lip gloss. Grabbing my school back and slipping on my shoes I ran out the door.

"Class 1A, Class 1A, where the hell is the-" cutting myself off as I found the door. Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves I opened it with a little too much force causing it to make a slight slam. 'Shit'. Everyone's eyes found my figure standing in the doorway.
"I see you're late." a tired voice caught my attention. Finding the man who spoke I gasped slightly. Eraser head? The man had long raven hair a deep under-eye bags. Noticing I was staring I let a cough out and bowed.

"I apologize. My train was late." I lied smoothly. I'm not about to admit that I woke up late. Nodding he gestured for me to take my seat. Quickly moving I sat down at the last seat in the back row. 'There are 21 students so my guess is they had to add an extra desk because of me.' I thought to myself.

"Right let's get to it, put these on, and head outside."   The man said as he held up what seems to be a gym uniform. We lined up grabbed our sizes then headed to the locker rooms. I found a spot in a corner away from the other girls to change.

'I'm not usually insecure about my body but being around girls my age has suddenly made me feel that way.' I pulled off my school uniform only to hear some gasps. I cringed away quickly putting on my gym uniform top and did the same with my pants. Throwing my school clothes into a locker I rushed outta there. The air became suffocating being around them.
"Have they never seen a girl with scars?" I muttered to myself as I made it to the field.

"Hey, pretty lady who came in late what's your name?" a voice broke me from my thoughts. I looked around for the owner of the voice then looked down. A boy with purple balls for hair stared up at me. 'He's like 3ft tall?!'
"A-Aoki Amaya," I remarked feeling nervous again at the mention of me being late.
"I must say your edgy look makes you seem quite like a sadist," he said making my skin crawl. I swore I saw drool at the corner of his mouth. Snapping back out of my shocked state I glared at the boy.

"Unless you want to become pulverized human flesh topped with grape juice I suggest you keep your pervy little mouth shut about me." I hissed in disgust. I heard the laughter of my classmates from behind me and from in front of me. Walking forward leaving the midget shaking in his shoes I stepped to be in front of Mr. Aizawa.

Zoning out while Waiting for the rest of my classmates. I assessed everyone around me making me step to the back. I didn't even realize our teacher spoke until everyone questioned him, "What? A quirk assessment test?!"
"But orientation! We're gonna miss it!" A female voice spoke afterward. Uraraka. The girl with the Zero Gravity Quirk.

This piqued my interest.
"If you really wanna make the big leagues, you can't waste time on pointless ceremonies. Here at UA, we're not tethered to traditions. That means that I get to run my class however I see fit. You've been taking standardized tests most of your life. But you never got to use your Quirks in physical exams before. The country's still trying to pretend we're all created equal by not letting those with the most power excel. It's not rational. One day, the Ministry of Education will learn." our teacher explained. I nodded in 100% of agreement with him.

"Bakugo, you managed to get the most points on the entrance exam. What was your farthest distance throw with a softball when you were in Junior High?" Aizawa questioned the boy I recognize from the files. The one who had my main interest. Explosion boy. Everyone had eyes on him now.
"Sixty‐seven meters, I think." his raspy voice answered. The kinda rasp you get from screaming too much.

"Right. Try doing it with your Quirk. Anything goes, just stay in the circle. Go on. You're wasting our time." Aizawa instructed as Bakugo stepped up onto the pitching plate. Now my interest was extremely piqued. I get to see all their quirks in action...too bad I didn't have my notebook on me.
"All right, man, you asked for it. DIE!" He shouted as he threw the ball. Rings of smoke and fire followed the ball as a huge backlash of wind hit us all. I cover my face with my arm until it died down.