red49m0on

[red49m0on]

Need to know if this it any good? I want to make a story out of it.

"You don't have what it takes to be a hero!"

"Ya! Your daddy must have been so disappointed when he saw your quirk."

"Can you plant some roses for me, Ms. Gardener!"

The group of kids laughed tauntingly at the young girl. She was bent over picking up her books, that knocked out of her hands when the kids shoved her to the side.

A boy in the middle of the group growled at her quiet nature. "What are you deaf too? Add that to the list of problems you have!" He smirked looking at his pals. They laughed at his joke and watch the girl slowly to put her books in her bag. This made him angry. His taunting and harassing didn't make her weep or beg him for forgiveness. When bullying other kids they almost instantly back down and did what he wanted them to do. But this new transfer girl isn't like most kids. She had a resting bitch face as he puts it. No one dare go near her like she was the plague. That irritated him knowing some kids feared her presence more than his. His smirked lowered while reaching for her hollow cheeks. He grasps them with a tight hand. "What makes you so special?" He hissed. "Your allegedly A hero's secret love child...but yet you sit here looking defenseless." He watched her icy blue eyes cloud up with hate. He knew he was about to strike a nerve. He was ready for her to snivel and give in to his hurtful words doing his every command to make them stop. This works for all the difficult kids he's dealt with.

“That’s why your mommy left you?”

He could nearly feel the grieving aura around her.

"She couldn't depend on a defenseless little nobody to come and save her!" He laughed. Throwing her to the ground he watched as a tear was dripping down her cheek. Her blonde hair spread out across the hard tile covering some of her face. Her body was huddling up in a ball against the locker almost as instinct. She truly looked like a tiny fragile girl who needed a hero to come and save her. Damsel in distress. He knelt beside her. His fingers wrapped themselves around her soft hair. Pushing the remaining hair out her face he saw her eyes glowing bright blue. He jumped slightly in surprise.

"Don't touch me." She whispered suddenly.

"What was that?" He chimed. Grabbing a fist full of hair he brought her face close to his.

"Don't touch me!" She screamed and punched his gut. He moaned and rolled on his side. She scrambled up and kicked his chest. He grabbed her foot and pulling her down to the ground. Soon it turned into a full fistfight. His pals ran to get a teacher knowing this was getting worse by the minute. The girl grabbed his shirt pulling him into a head-put. He rolled off her while she lunged on top of him punching. Soon she realized she didn't know what she was punching but she couldn't stop. Her pain and anger she had built up were being taken out. In the mix of the fight, she starts seeing spots and blacked out completely. The only thing she could remember was being pulled away and a small glimpse of a bruised and bloody boy on the school floor.

"Mr. Tskauchi I understand your niece's troubles but Ms. Yagi cannot run around this school using her fist as a way to express her feelings."

"He slammed me onto the ground! He started it I only taught his arrogant ass a lesson." She yelled standing from her seat.

"Maka that's enough." Tskauchi mumble. 

"If this continues she will be expelled from this school. We don't tolerate this behavior. Especially from a soon to be hero." He glared over at her. She sat down looking at her red knuckles.

"I do recommend counseling." The principal sighed. He pulled out a blue card with a bright yellow smiley face on it. "Mrs. Suki is excellent with children with trauma like this. I'd give her a call." He glanced over the Maka. "You might learn a few things from her."  He handed over the card to Maka's guardian. "Thank you, sir, I'll make sure her father knows about this." He nodded and stood up waiting for Maka to follow. Once they were outside he took a deep breath in and turn to her. "What happened?" She rolled her eyes. "Were you not paying attention? I got into a fight." He opened the car door for her and resumed the conversation. "You don't get into a fight unless necessary, so I'll ask again what was said and done you're not telling me." She hugged her body and shift more towards the window.

"Nothing."

"Maka."

"He needed to get thrown off his pedestal, that's It."She hissed.

Tsukauchi rubbed a temple. "Your dad's not going to be happy." Her knuckles started to grip her uniform tighter. "This is the fifth time you've been expelled and transferred. Keep this up and you might be homeschooled."

"What do I care about how the old man feels? It's not like he gives a damn."

"Of course he does-"

"-he didn't even bother showing up to my school after they called, he sent you!" She whipped her head around. "Does he have something so important he missed the meeting? Did some talk show host ask him to come for an interview?" She sneered.  "Hey!" He fumed out making her shut up. "I know you're spiteful towards your dad but he's still your parent. You know he's busy. He's the number one hero Maka, the symbol of peace." She sighed and glared out the window. These conversations happen almost daily. Her father was the great symbol of peace, Allmight. He was never home and rarely showed up to anything important of hers. He was always busy saving lives and caring for other's needs instead of hers. This made Maka furious. How could he simple but her in the back of his mind like she didn't matter? Is what she thought. For that is only a quarter of why she hates her dad.

The car suddenly stopped. In front was a gated house that had big windows. The house was two stores and didn't look like anyone was living there. Like a new house.  It's bright white trim didn't fail to crack in any way. Maka open the door stepping out into the pouring rain. She didn't realized it rain during the trip. "I'll see you later." Tsukauchi gave a half-hearted smile at her, one she didn't return. "Ya, whatever." She mumbled and slammed the door shut walking to her empty home.