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"HECK YEAH, I'M PRETTY." The girl batted her fake eyelashes and flipped her bleached, damaged hair behind her shoulder. Artificial sparkles flew out from her nauseous wink, puckering her lips to blow me a fake kiss. I deadpanned.

Is this girl for real?

"I said petty." I clarified, exaggerating between each syllable.

I sighed and shifted my weight, leaning onto my left foot. The bleach must've done a hand full, no, maybe a truckload of damage to her brain cells.

"..."

Confrontation is so not my forte. Now that I think about it, this actually might've been the first time I've ever stood up for something, though from what I see, it's not going as well as I thought it would. Maybe I shouldn't have confronted them about what she said.

"..."

Yeah, I shouldn't have, what was the point in it anyway. I didn't change anything; that was for sure.

Can I restart, or maybe at least undo back to when I didn't say anything? Fuck it, how about we just go all the way back to when I was still non-existent?

Wait.

No.

I'll just build a time machine and jump back to before when my mother got assaulted. I can save her, and prevent her from the pregnancy, henceforth, deleting my existence.

Yes. Perfect. Now all I need is a time machine.

"..."

When can technology actually improve to the point where we can freely travel through time in a time machine or even a telephone booth. Heck, a shoebox even, I'm not complaining.

On second thought, there must be quirks like that already, where they could travel back in time, or at least somewhat control time. Maybe that's why we aren't as progressive as we were before there were quirks, technology-wise.

But again, maybe I wouldn't have done anything different anyway, and let the time go its way. Taking this situation, for example, either way, I'd still stand up for my mother.

Don't get me wrong; you can say all the shit you want about my mother, go ahead. Just don't go saying them in front of me like a dumbass. I inwardly rolled my eyes and opened my mouth to speak, breaking the awkward silence.

"One last thing before I leave, my mother isn't slutty. I don't know and frankly don't care where you got the idea from, but please refrain yourself from saying such false, idiotic, and immature statements. It makes you seem desperate." Done with my speech, I bowed curtly and turned to take my leave.

"Hold up," The girl called, " I never said anything wrong here now, did I?"

I lifted my eyebrows and turned slightly to face the girl again. "Did you actually not hear a single thing I said?"

"Matsu." Uraraka spat. "Get your entitled ass out of here. Are you done downgrading us?"

I halted my step and fully turned towards Uraraka. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me." Uraraka clenched her fist firmly beside her hips, her face undistinguished as it was shaded by her hair. "Do you think it's fun flexing your superiority over your wealth to us?"

"Since when did I do that?" I questioned. "I've never 'flexed' anything towards you or anyone as a matter of fact."

Uraraka lifted her head, showing me her tear-stained cheeks. My eyes widened, I purposely haven't said anything rude directed towards her because I still haven't felt comfortable doing so. So why was she crying? My heart clenched into a tight twist seeing my previous best friend cry. "Ocha-"

"You always complain about your mother towards me." she sneered, cutting me off. "Seriously, what is there to complain? Oh my god, she gave me this diamond ring, but I didn't like it, I wanted a pink one." she voiced with a mocking tone.

Diamond ring? What the heck is she talking about? "Uraraka."

Uraraka lifted her hand to cut me off. "Aww~, my mother never pays attention to me. Yadada."

She scrunched her nose and jabs a finger towards my chest, glaring right into my eyes. The hatred was so intense; I couldn't bring myself to look back at her. "Just admit it, you're just an ignorant, spoiled, ungrateful brat!" Uraraka yelled.

I flinched and backed away a few steps.

Uraraka placed a shaking hand on her chest. "You see me? My parent's company is failing. We are in loads of debt; we're basically bankrupt! We could barely pay for our rent, let alone our groceries. Do you see me complaining?"

I stayed silent; I didn't know how to respond.

She clicked her tongue in annoyance and whipped her head to the side. "You're just so blind towards other's emotions and problems, it's ridiculous! I had to withstand your, oh so pitiful rants since forever! It's draining and annoying as hell!" She cried. "I have my own problems to deal with, Matsu. And you've never given me the chance to tell you, do you understand how I feel now?"

I opened my mouth and closed it, wanting to respond. My eyes softened seeing how frustrated she was, the situation is still way too overwhelming for me to digest, if it weren't for that, I would've apologized right there on the spot.

But the girls took the silence as confusion and decided to take the moment to add more oil and heat to the cooling fire.

"Basically," the girl said, "She's saying that you've been dumping her with loads of problems, while she had enough of them already. Those that are more important compared to yours, that is."

"You used her like a trash can for rants, you're dumping all the pressure on her shoulders.." the third girl from the group whispered.

"Instead of a friend, you're being more of a burden." Uraraka continued.

"I had enough of it, can you please, leave us alone now?" she pleaded.

I hesitated, but quickly, something in me snapped. "I..wha..WHAT!" I yelled, making Uraraka flinch. My throat stung, unaccustomed to the amount of force I've forced upon it. The girls shrunk in surprise at my sudden outburst.

"What do you know? Inanimate objects doesn't replace love, Uraraka! Yeah you might be going through some rough times right now, but at least you have people to support you! You're parents are there for you no matter what!" My voice trembled, more and more locked up thoughts began to escape from my mouth, I shook my head desperately to stop the words from coming out, but it only seemed to have made it more difficult.

"I don't have anyone, I don't have a father, I don't have aunts or uncles, my grandparents doesn't like me, and my mother?" I laughed. "Let's just say she's too busy about money to even acknowledge my existence.

I'm a disappointment, a burden I KNOW!" I cried.

"I have nobody, nobody for support, I...I thought I had you! But...even you aren't here to stay..." my voice trailed off as I finally gained the control of my own voice.

A blanket of silence enveloped our figures momentarily, as everyone began to understand and process what I've just said.

The deafening silence was soon broken however, as Uraraka bursted into a fit of laughter, causing everyone including the girls around her to jump.

The girls and I both held the same face. 'What is there to laugh about?'

"Did anyone ask?" she questioned. "Boohoo, what a tragic childhood, I hold so much sympathy for you." she taunted, wiping a fake tear from her cheek.

"Can't you just grow up and talk to your mother about that?" she shrugged and peered down at my vulnerable state.

"Let's face it, at the end of the day, financial problems are more life-threatening than family drama. It could be solved within just a few minutes of serious talk. What are you gonna do about your company failing, huh? I doubt a talk to my landlord would solve anything." She crossed her arms across her chest and stood in a challenging manner.

"Look, all I'm trying to say is leave me alone. You so overdramatized the situation." Uraraka rolled her eyes.

"You were the one who called my mother a slut." I countered.

"Technically, that wasn't me. But you could've just left without saying anything. Now look at what you've done, you made the situation ten times worse."

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