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sparklemichele · 3 years

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Melocotón Georgia Part 4 Snippet

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Franky got out of the patrol car and slammed the door. Oh God you thought. Franky sprinted up the stairs on your porch.

“Franky don’t.” You put your hand up hopefully to stop whatever he was going to do. You felt Angel tense up and saw him get into a fighting stance.

“What the fuck did I tell you cuz!” You winced at how loud his voice was.

“Franky, we are just hanging out man.” Angel tried to explain. Franky glared at Angel.

“I’m not talking to you!” He roared.

“Franky! You need to calm down!” You shouted.

“I told you to stay away from him. Not to get involved with anyone with Mayans.”

“Franky, I am a grown ass woman. I can see who I like.”

Franky grabbed your arm and pulled you to the other side of the porch. “I promised our family I would keep you safe.”

“I won’t let anything happen to her.” Angel walked over trying to reassure Franky. Franky calmed down, but was still highly upset.

“You can’t promise that Angel with the people you are associated with. Come on man be real. Out of all the women in this town why you have to pick her?”

“Franky, stop. Angel don’t answer that. Go ahead and go I will see you tomorrow.”

Angel looked over at Franky with a worried expression. “You sure?”

You smiled at his concern and walked up to him and kissed him on the cheek. You heard Franky let out a sigh of disgust.

“It’s fine. He’s just overprotective.”

“Okay.” Angel quickly gave you a kiss on the lips and headed to his bike. You turned around to let your cousin in the house.

“You can’t see him.” Franky slammed the door behind him. “The Mayans are no good.”

You turned around to look at your cousin. He was really pissing you off. You know he loved and cared for you, but this was a little extreme.

“Franky I appreciate you protecting me, but me and Angel are just hanging out and getting to know one another. I am taking one day at a time. I should be able to decide if his lifestyle is too dangerous for me.”

“Look cuz, I have lived here all my life and in my line of work I have seen what the Mayans can do. Even though I have never had any problems with Angel or his brother, I have seen my fair share of what that club is capable of.”

“I’m not seeing the club. I’m seeing Angel.”

“No, cuz that’s where you are wrong. If you date Angel you are dating the club.”

“Franky just let me do me please. I like him and I want to continue seeing him. If I get the hint of any danger or he treats me wrong he will be out of my life. I promise.”

“Y/N, I can’t be there to protect you all the time.” You gave Franky a tight hug. “I’m worried. Your parents will kill me if anything happens to you.”

“I will be fine.” You assured. You pulled from the hug and opened your front door signaling for him to leave. Franky lifted his hands in defeat.

“Alright, just know I’m here if you ever need me. I hope Angel is man enough to not let you get caught up in his Mayan world.”

“I’m sure he is.” You gave your cousin a kiss on the cheek before he left. You sighed with relief when you shut the door. What a day.

The doorbell startled you out of your Netflix binge. You looked at your phone it was after midnight. Who the fuck? You cut off the TV and headed to the door. You found your answer when you saw Angel through the peephole. You stepped back and looked down at what you had on. You had on a yellow tank top with black sweatpants. If you knew he was stopping by you would have wore something more presentable. You were about to open the door when you remembered your satin cap on your head. You pulled it off, took your locs out the hair band and let your hair loose. You slowly open the door. You were disappointed he canceled the date, but you were happy to see him.

“Angel it’s late.”

“Can I come in?”

You stepped aside and let him in.

“Everything okay?”

“For now.”He answered rubbing his hand through his hair. He looked tired. “I’m sorry about our plans. I hope you are not mad at me.” Angel took your hand and kissed your palm sending chills throughout your body.

“No, I’m not mad. I was disappointed, but I’m happy you are okay.” Angel smiled as he moved closer to you.

“What would give you the impression I was in any type of danger? You have been listening to your cousin?” Angel wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you against him. You felt his hand wander down to your butt and give it a healthy squeeze.

“Well he does make a solid point about your club.” Angel did not answer instead his lips found yours and you opened your mouth to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. He tasted so good you thought as your fingers ran through his thick hair. Angel picked you up breaking the kiss. You wrapped your legs around his waist. “Where is your bedroom?” He asked as he carried you down the hall looking for your bedroom. You pointed to your bedroom and Angel entered and sat you on your bed.

“You are not dating the club.” He told you as he took off his kutte walked over and put it on top of one of your dressers. He walked back in front of you and lifted your chin to look up at him. His thumb traced your full lips. “You not fucking the club. You fucking me.” You felt your core clench at his words.

“Angel….” That was all you could get out as you watch him get on his knees and pull your sweatpants off.

“No panties huh? Lay back and open your legs for me.” His voice deepened at his command. You instantly laid back and opened your legs. You sighed as you felt Angel kiss inside of your thighs.

#Mayans MC #mayans fanfic #clayton cardenas #sons of anarchy #angel reyes #angel reyes x reader #angel reyes x black!reader #wocwriters #woc representation

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naturalbrunett3 · 4 years

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Glória Anzaldua, from Borderlands / La Frontera: The New Mestiza

#gloria anzaldua #the new mestiza #feminism #wocwriters #upload

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analogued · 3 years

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[image description: a mock-up of a graphic novel cover. the background is a warm-toned purple, and there’s an abstract representation of a circular street map from above taking up the right half of the page. two girls in simple lines and flat, purple-scale coloring are positioned diagonally on the page. the upper-left girl is sitting hunched over with her elbow on her knee, fist propping up her head. around her head are various heart and question mark doodles in yellow. she has no facial features. the bottom-right girl is running. she wears a hoodie, track pants, and sneakers, and her hair is in a ponytail. her mouth is slightly downturned. in the bottom left corner are the words AFTER YESTERDAY in glowing yellow font, all caps. under it in smaller, light purple capital letters are the words “VOLUME 1.” end description]

AFTER YESTERDAY: a camp nano wip

excerpt:

PAGE 1

Full color image. The first page opens on a parked red car in an otherwise empty lot. It’s beat up, clearly well loved and used, with scrapes and bumper sticker residue where identifiable information on the car has been hastily removed. We are looking down on it from above.

On the right side of the page, a young woman- NAOMI- is stalking- practically running- off to the right.

On the left of the car, another young woman- HANA- is leaning up against the side of the car, slumped, head laid back against the car at an angle that has to be uncomfortable for her. She’s staring up at the sky, trying to hold back tears. She’s got one arm crossed over her chest, hugged by the other one; there are car keys clutched in her hand there somewhere. Everything about her suggests she’s doing everything in her power to stop herself from jumping up and running after Naomi.

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the deets: After Yesterday is a new adult graphic novel concept based off of a short drama I co-wrote in February. It centers Naomi and Hana, two best friends and once almost-lovers, dealing with the fallout from saving the world. Ft. themes of coming to terms with grief & loss, learning to manage romance and relationships healthily, and living in the aftermath of a world-shifting event.

no, but like, the actual deets: (cw for mentions/implications of death, grief, alcoholism, unhealthy coping mechanisms)

Naomi (v.)-- Running away; grieving. Leaving the past behind- as a coping mechanism. Chasing the concept of a place that will wash it all away, let you start anew. Missing Hana. Drinking a bit too much. Ignoring the ghost of your former team leader inside your head that loves to follow you at every turn. But also: Turning introspection into genuine revelations. Letting others get close, again. Letting other people help.

Hana (n.)-- Waiting. The urge to check in. The rejection that comes with sudden loneliness born of what feels like abandonment, but is more complex than that. Ignoring of your own grief- as a coping mechanism. A feeling of stagnation. But also: The construction of new bridges where others burned the old ones. The choice to move on, to put yourself first. The feeling of freedom that comes with it.

told in the form of a graphic novel script.

(also, both the main characters are qwoc, despite the look of the mock cover- the mix/match canva graphics options were a bit limited.)

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camp nano goal? my DREAM (and my goal in the nano system) is 40,000 words, with a very tentative overall page goal for august of 200 pages-- though i expect this number to shift as i get a better feel for the story and for writing GNs.

will there be art? i do not consider myself a visual artist at ALL, but depending on how i feel i might try and sketch/paint some panels. no promises tho!

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#analogued #wtwcommunity #wocwriters #camp nano #camp nano 2021 #wip: after yesterday #my words #after yesterday #GN #wip intro

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neptunalea · 3 years

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We filed into the living room. There were plants everywhere—hanging from the ceiling, propped on the windowsills, on their own stands. Massive, glorious plants, with leaves the size of my face. The room was almost cluttered with them. Uncle Mitchell’s Christmas tree also stood proudly in one corner. It was sparsely decorated, but it was alive, and there was a lovely red velvet cloth beneath it to catch the needles. The whole room smelled woody and fresh.

But hadn’t she told me, in her journals? That disastrous guilt she always talked about, never quite revealing its root… I had assumed she was simply being hard on herself. I had knelt before her in the dirt and found a way to believe she was the idyllic, brilliant woman I could aspire to become one day. As I sat there in Uncle Mitchell’s homey little living room, I gazed my human need to believe in the face. What I saw filled me with horror.

The strange thing about Addie was that even when things were tumultuous, I could look at her for a while and feel a little better. Sometimes it was a nearly imperceptible improvement, but that night, it was real and drastic. We looked at each other. She raised a brow in a coy challenge for me to smile. I let my lips curl into a small, slow grin.

“There she is,” she said.

I looked away, still smiling. Just like that, she plunged her hand into the void and plucked me from its depths. And I knew, then, that regardless of how dark the woods might become, we would always save each other. It was a pact, sacred as blood, ancient and holy as the Frasier firs standing like guardians beyond the window.

@lexwritesgayshit @unlike-clockwork @writeouswriter @all-is-supposed-to-write @loxonstag @finitereststophighway @vitrichor @unholieds @hekat-ie @suninks

#i'm going to post excerpts three at a time!#pardon how extra i am with graphix #wtwcommunity #writeblr community #writeblr #lnsiwa #ldd #writers on tumblr #spilled ink #amwriting #wocwriters #pocwriters #woc writers

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maze-transjourney · 4 years

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In light of the fact that racism is still a thing everywhere, I would like for every poc to know that i am a safe human and i will go with you if you don't feel safe walking to your car, going to the bathroom, etc. I don't care what it is, everyone deserves to be safe. Everyone deserves protection. There is safety in numbers, i want to add to everyone's safety that i can. Any poc can ask me to walk with them somewhere. I love all of you, and I'm so sick and tired of hearing about poc going missing, getting murdered, being kidnapped, what have you, and if i can save just one person, just one, I will.

This post is about protecting people of color from violence, do not derail

#mlm poc #bi poc #queer woc #woc representation #woc reader #wocwriters #poc #people of color #women of color #men of color #protect poc #protect woc #protect moc #black lives are important #black lives movement #black lives count #black lives matter #black lives have value

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basicvulcanqueen · 4 years

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Have this thread of photos in which I am definitely feeling like a bad bitch.

#selfie #badbitch #feeling myself #feeling my feelings #wiglife #POC #woc #wocwriters

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kitchentablelit · 4 years

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We celebrating SIX YEARS of walking in our mission and building community! . . . Mark your calendars. We 'bout to blow up y'alls IG. . . . #birthday #birthdayturnup #igtv #kitchentablelit #literaryarts #celebration #wereadhere #wewritehere #creativewriting #blackabundance #blackwomenartists #blackwomenpoets #blackwomenwriters #WOCWriters #communityservice #community https://www.instagram.com/p/CEKHZokgVE8/?igshid=1wqmk74kik7jd

#birthday #birthdayturnup #igtv #kitchentablelit #literaryarts #celebration #wereadhere #wewritehere #creativewriting #blackabundance #blackwomenartists #blackwomenpoets #blackwomenwriters #wocwriters #communityservice #community

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sasukeisawake · 3 years

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ANCHOR-POINT— a wip reintroduction by ari (@haldimilks)

cover art by the incredible @retsof!

🏹 genre: young adult / coming of age / dark academia / sports fiction / mythological retelling

🏹 expected length: 130k

🏹 warnings: mental health issues / blood and gore / implications of self harm / casteism / colourism / classism / discussions of internalized misogyny and homophobia

🏹 logline: Indraprastha Dwara college, 2018. Kriti Sinha picks up a bow, makes an enemy, unravels a secret, falls in love and comes of age. Not necessarily in that order.

🏹 summary:

Kriti Sinha had a plan for her life: keep her head down, graduate from a good university, earn a job that would pay the bills, and take care of herself and her ageing parents. When she received a received an offer to study at the prestigious Indraprastha Dwara college (with a full scholarship, no less!) she was convinced that things were falling into place. Sure, the students were bound to be obnoxious and the faculty elitist, but this was private higher education-- it was to be expected.

She wasn’t expecting to actually enjoy life at her new university, where secrets lurked behind sandstone walls, the depths of mirroring pools contained more than just reflections, and the practice of archery was practically its own religion. And what she certainly wasn’t expecting Arya Pandey, the glacial, shockingly talented star archer of Indraprastha Dwara; who, despite personifying everything Kriti had ever hated, she found impossible to stay away from...

🏹 main characters:

Kriti Sinha (19, she/her, polisci student) -- determined / hot-headed / sarcastic / loyal

Arya Pandey (19, she/her, history student) -- brilliant / focused / cold / insecure

Deepika Shah (19, she/her, literature student) -- beautiful / vengeful / secretive / thoughtful

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There was a moment of silence and then, to Kriti’s great surprise, Arya took off her sneakers and came to lie down on the grass next to her. This close, Kriti could see the measured rise and fall of Arya’s stomach, and the drops of sweat which beaded her skin above the collar of her branded exercise top. A strand of her silky dark hair had come loose from its French braid and tangled into the ends of Kriti’s own ponytail. Kriti thought for a moment that that small point of connection between them was like a string of fate. It made sense, is an absurd way: Arya was the first person Kriti met at Indraprastha Dwara, if you could call what they had a meeting. And if it weren’t for Arya’s provocations, Kriti wouldn’t have won her scholarship and become Dhruv’s student. There was a tether which bound them together, and as much as Kriti usually resented and despised that fact, today she found herself just the tiniest bit grateful for it.

She turned to meet Arya’s steady, pale-eyed gaze. I want to crawl inside your skin, she thought. So I can kill you. So I can be you.

“You have a grass stain on your cheek,” she said instead.

🏹 themes: tainted legacies / the price of perfection / elitism in academia / responsibility and accountability / the fine line between passion and obsession

🏹 tropes: rivals to friends to (maybe) lovers / the plucky underdog / training montage(s) / (complicated) love triangles / twisty mysteries / grey and grey morality / heel face turns / copious homages to sports anime

🏹 please ask to be added to the taglist!

#my writing #wip: anchor-point #wip introduction #wip intro #dark academia #ya #ya fiction #sports fiction #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writers of colour #wocwriters #spilled ink #wtwcommunity #atlastracking #not @ me forgetting the tags FJALKFJSALKFJLK #anyways!! this is my.... third anchor-point intro i think??#third time's the charm hopefully!! :>

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hennapoetry · 4 years

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excerpt from to build a home 🤍

#poetry community #mywriting #writing #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #love #art journal #books #hennapoetry #poems #self love #wocwriters #poetsandwriters #igpoetry #igpoets #poetry #brown girl #My writing

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fd-writes · 4 years

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Daddy’s Girl…Kobe and Gigi

I had no idea that this would be my first written piece for 2020 and I am beyond devastated.

You know I took the month of January off because honestly, I needed it. At first, I wasn’t going to, my mind was rearing to go but my body was like, “Nah” I had been designing a piece, I had it all laid out but every time I looked at it, it just wasn’t coming together. I thought because I was frustrated this is why I couldn’t pull it together. Oh how wrong I was, all of a sudden while struggling with the design, I became violently ill so much so that the time I swore I wasn’t going to take, ended up being the entire month of trying to get better. God really knows how to get our attention especially since we all have a bad habit of ignoring the signs to take it easy.

Now you are probably saying, but what does this have to do with Kobe and his daughter Gigi. Well, I am going to tell you, last Sunday I was raring up to finally finish this design and I was so happy because progress was finally being made. Then around 1:30 pm, I get the news that Kobe had died, now we all know how the internet is, we also know about the lies and sensationalism that is the media. I actually didn’t pay it any mind, I brushed it off and kept on working. But then the notifications just kept coming and pinging like crazy. So I knew at this point, let me check this out to see if there is validity behind these reports. And sure enough, the reports were true, now I am really having a hard time trying to process what happened, what went wrong, I mean the questions were endless swarming around in my mind but then the unthinkable was announced, that his daughter Gigi was on the helicopter with him and I have to tell you the flood gates opened up for me.

You see Gigi was a hardcore daddy’s girl, like me. My dad transitioned over 25 years ago and sometimes the pain is just as severe as if it just happened. My dad’s death was totally unexpected. He was never sick, he was healthy, happy, bubbly, funny, a great conversationalist, a deep thinker, a serious advisor and I can go on and on. So when I got the call that he was no longer on this side of eternity, I went into shock, even with doing the funeral arrangements, the funeral, the burial, breaking down his things to be donated. I went through the motions and I didn’t lose it until months later when the reality of it finally hit me. There would be no more talks, no more phone calls, no more laughing until we are crying, no more breakfasts, lunches, and dinners being made, no more of anything.

This is the reality of the whole Bryant family now. The memories will be plentiful, the pictures, the videos, the remembered conversations, the laughter, the tears, the joy, the love all of this will be deeply ingrained in their hearts and minds. As much as we all saw Kobe and Gigi (I had once dubbed them the Wonder Twins), my thoughts can’t help but to go back to what was going on in their minds those final moments, the shared knowing look, the I love you to eternity and beyond, and the peace of knowing that they are still together. It is a harsh reality that as much as we believe we are going to live forever, and we will just not on this side of eternity.

And as I look at all of the pictures, the drawings, the videos, the tears, the laughter, the unbelief. I have to for my sanity believe that they are still together, hooping it up with big smiles on their faces as they stare at one another as Gigi bounces the ball and Kobe tries to block her shot. Well Until My Next Post…Hey Kobe and Gigi, What’s The Score?

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realwillneverfold · 4 years

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a concept.

no power struggles,

kill the ego.

no pridefulness.

no questions,

just support,

gratitude

& appreciation.

#thoughts #WocWriters #woc poetry #woc:intro #WOC #poetry #writing

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peonysandwrath · 4 years

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Tenya Iida X Black OC

Hey. Peonysandwrath here. Here’s some IR bnha fan fiction for you.

Part one. Sweet like me.

Me and my dad don't often see things eye to eye. I love him and he loves me, yeah, he just prefers to be overbearing with his love.

My mom was a hero. Her name was Bubbles and her quirk was to blow exploding bubbles from her mouth and hands. She worked in the states when I was younger. Dad stayed in Japan and watched over his parent's candy store. I lived with her up until her death.

I want to be a hero just like she was. My dad doesn't want me to be a hero. He just wants me to take over the shop.

That's my current issue. I knew my dad would never sign the application to UA so I just forged it and sent it in. I got accepted for the exams. Now I just need to skip school tomorrow and make it to grandpa's place before they call the home phone to tell them I was absent.

Easier said than done when you live an hour away from the school. Am I fucked? Yeah. Definitely. Has that ever stopped my ass before? Nah. Never.

I'm getting into that school. I don't care if I disappoint my dad. I want to be a hero just like my mom. I feel like I owe her that.

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I stir awake in the middle of the night, unable to go to back to sleep, anxiety sitting heavy in my stomach like a stone at the bottom of a pond. My heart feels like it could explode, thoughts of finally being able to be free from that godforsaken hellhole I call a school swimming violently in my mind.

God I can't wait to be gone.

The years of passive aggressive interactions and racially motivated insults are about to come to an end. Bitch it's time for me to glow the fuck up. I need to go. Today is that fucking day for me to move my ass and ace that test.

I run my hand through my braids, a quiet sigh falling from my lips. I look up through the skylight as the dawn breaks through the starlit sky, my heart beats getting closer and the stone of anxiety turns into a bubble of anticipation. My body feels lighter and my head seems to clear itself of worries and doubts, I levitate above my bed, the stomach bubble allowing me buoyancy in the air.

I do a small flip before landing on my feet semi-gracefully with a light hearted laugh. I can do this.

I twirl around my bedroom like a ballerina, picking up my school uniform from the ground, fastening my skirt around my waist and tugging my shirt over my head, I tell Alexa to play some Adele.

"Don't you remember?" Starts to play from the speakers, I take a shirt from the drawer, pulling it over my head, it's just the school issued sweatshirt. I go over to my vanity mirror and bust out my edge control and some pretty hair pins. Can you tell that my ass is doing the bare minimum yet?

I take to doing my hair, eying a large zit on my forehead. Well fuck my shit. Just fuck my shit all the way up.

I smile to myself, throwing all care for my personal appearance out a damn window and pulling on a pink plus ultra headband. You got this Aisha. Who cares if you show up in a headband? You can still kick ass.

I look lazily over to my sneakers, wondering if I even want to bother with putting on some Bobby socks. I probably should. But-yeah I don't want to look too thrown together. I pull on a pair of black socks that was laying carelessly on the ground. I need to get my shit straight.

I sling my bag over my shoulder opening my room door. Sliding down the stair railing and kicking open the door that separates the house from the store, I take my time in going around to pack a goodie bag filled with candy.

Here goes everything

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So far I'm confident that I can pass the entrance exams. I see a dopey boy with green hair blushing at a short brunette, she seems oblivious to his romantic interest. He's flustered and fumbly with his words, green eyes trying hard to memorize every one of the girl's delicate features.

"Hmmph." A stiff megane with an undercut not so silently judges the pair, standing only a few feet away with a stern expression. Hating ass bitch.

My lips purse, I envy the two in front of me. As a black girl living in a semi-rural part of japan, I often feel as if having a romantic relationship is out of my reach. Knowing the men here would prefer to leave their bloodlines homogeneous, it's a fools dream to wish for a major life changing romance.

"Hey chocolate bar move it!" Bitch- I am rudely shoved out of the way by a temperamental sandy haired manchild.

"Excuse me?" I ask, standing up on my toes defensively, the rude blonde waltzing over to the green haired boy with evil intent radiating off of him. Leave it be Aisha.

I turn away on my heels and just walk over to the door, deciding that his jabs were unimportant.

***

After tying my braids up into two buns and changing into my sweatpants and hoodie I find myself getting ready to fight for what I equate to my life. If I don't get in it's over. My high school years are going to be spent in sheer misery and shame. I'm never going to get taken seriously if I don't get in.

"Look at her...." I hear someone snicker from behind me, I grit my teeth and run my fingers over the soft ribbing of my sweatshirt sleeve. I don't make a single move, irritation building up in me fast, I bite my tongue, determined to not make an ass out of myself in front of everyone.

Willing myself to relax, I take a step forward as the doors finally open to the facility, breaking into a sprint, my bones feeling lighter than air. I'm determined to prove myself here.

I blow a bubble from my lips, throwing it at a low level robot, needing to blow another one to actually take it down. I look around as the others nearly decimate the remaining robots in the area, forcing me to sprint and search for more.

"Out of my way chocolate bar!" A large explosion goes off right beside me, the blonde asshole from earlier making an appearance, wrecking two robots in a single go. I'm done.

Sometimes I feel like fighting racism in Japan is pointless.

I break off into a run, my feet hitting the ground hard and fast, two large bubbles forming in the palms of my hands, I attach them to a robot, sprinting away to another one, the sound of popping bubbles and crunching metal ringing in the background.

That I'm just one bitch, I can't make a difference here.

A larger robot swerves out at me, causing me to fall with my bubbles in hand, knocking me to the ground only for me to bounce and flip mid air, I attach them to the robot before booking it.

That no matter what I say I'll never be seen as equal to them.

I right myself on the ground, spotting the rude blonde prick from earlier. I narrow my eyes, my bones feel light and my heart all but rips itself out, the blood in my veins sings out for me to do something, anything.

But you know what?

I find myself following after him, jumping over people and ducking past robotic arms, I'm on a war path towards the boy. I blow the biggest bubble I can, taking it into the palm of my left hand.

If they won't see me,

"Hey cornsilk, on your left!" I stick it to the robots in front of him, destroying all five, the boy's red eyes widening in utter rage and disbelief.

I'll make them.

"The test is over!" A bell sounds, a sense of accomplishment grips at my bones, worming it's way through my blood stream and to my heart. I smile broadly to myself, eyes watering, I let out a shout of victory.

Now I just need to gtfo before my dad gets home.

***

My dad stays with my grandparents, it's a five minute walk from where I stay at the candy store, I often stop by for dinner and to spend the night whenever dad nags me hard enough.

Granny's quirk is food production, she can produce any fruit or vegetable if she's ate it before, it's very cost effective. My grandfather's head is a literal lollipop, he can make anything you're eating taste sweeter just by looking at it. Naturally it serves he well as a candy maker. Dad's quirkless, he met my mom when she moved here with her sister to improve her career as a hero.

Dad's out at the shop right now, my school's almost out for the day, that gives me ten minutes to get to his phone before they leave a robocall.

I just have one more hill to go up before I'm there, I wonder how I break it to him? If I pass I'm going, no doubt about that, if I fail I fail, then I'm screwed.

"Hello Mrs.Superhero!" My father's chipper voice sounds, I look up, he stands in front of me, twenty feet out from the house, his cellphone in hand. God.

"So, when were you going to tell me?" He says, pulling out a box of cigarettes, candy blue eyes narrowed into slits. Tatsuo Amari is a man I clash with almost daily. Most of the time it's over his many scruples about me being a hero or the fact that I work at a maid cafe on the weekends. During the course of these arguments he has never raised a hand to me or hit below the belt. He has gotten incredibly angry at me, yeah, but that didn't scare me, this however, does. I fear my dad when he gets quiet, I know this is when he puts his foot down, his voice drops two octaves and it gets really growly, his posture stiffens and he stands up to his full height as if to tower over me as he does now.

"You aren't going."

"No." I state, straightening my own posture, refusing to let my father intimidate me.

"Yes! I'm your dad and you will listen to me!" He yells, glowering down at me, I stare up at him with defiance, determined to stand my ground and not let him have his way.

"You're being paranoid!" I shout, crossing my arms. Dad pulls out his lighter, setting his cigarette on fire and placing it in between his lips.

"I'm being realistic. Like you should be. I'm not doing this because I hate hero's and I just don't want you to be happy. I'm doing this because you can't be safe from harm if you're always running into it with open arms!" Dad takes a drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke above my head, his lips puffing out to the side. Shaking my head, I bite at my lip, thinking about how I should respond.

"I can take care of myself just fine!" His eyes widen at my words, his lip trembles, blue irises seeming to get smaller and smaller in the passing seconds. I shift my eyes away from him, turning back down the hill and running away.

Fuck my life

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