Midoriya Monologue

I made my way towards the woods. After I was a little away, and then I ran. I ran as fast as I could, not bothering to look back. My heart pounding as I dodged fallen trees and the ones in my way. I didn't want any more accidents like before.

If I turned slightly, I’d be able to see who or what it was—No! The elders told me not to. No one comes back from the forest when they turn around. I started running.

As far as I could see, there stretched nothing but rolling dunes of hard-packed snow, glinting harshly in the odd blue half-light emanated by the periwinkle sky. I shivered as a merciless, icy breeze swept by, easily penetrating my thin hoodie. I certainly hadn’t prepared for a crash landing on a planet with an arctic landscape. Nonetheless, I thanked God I hadn’t worn shorts.

Right as I stepped out into the cold blistering air, blam, a snowball hit me right in the

I eventually find my way back into the cold, the snow blows up into my face, it stings. I run to shelter desperately.

"Jessssica," the wind began to hiss at me, "Jessica!" the hiss turned into a shout.

Long before the night, the cloud started to merge into the skylines. I was standing in a dark forest with birds chirping in the back ground and bushes rustling by the little critters that are running back and forth, chasing after their prey to feast and satisfy their hunger. I looked around to scan my surrounds of where I should be walking to but I realized that I don't know where I am. I felt a bit embarrassed for getting myself lost like this but this wasn't the time to feel embarrassed. I can't allow myself to get distracted with this until I looked down. I lifted my

“Zach?” I ask into the air, while walking around the house. I check the kitchen first since the lights are on in there.

And then everything stopped. I saw the sheen of a taxi cab’s yellow shell. I saw the front tire of my bike twist as I skidded into an orange headlight. Everything went silent. Although it briefly entered my conscious I was biking straight into a car, all I could think was: what a nice day. I felt like I was flying. It was great, really, because I’ve wanted wings since I came out of the womb. But that was when I realized I was flying the wrong way: backward. My trance ended abruptly as I was slammed against the ground. And that was when

The snow fell lightly on the road, cold enough to ice. Music playing softly as laughter filled the air. In a blink of an eye, the music turned into screeching tires, laughter into petrified screams. Shards of glass flying in all directions. Feeling my spine be crushed by metal. Tasting metallic blood in my mouth. The tumbling stops, but now I feel a rush of icy water on my skin.

I was walking towards the park my father always took me to do my project when I was little,

I hopped off the lift and went to the right, onto a run I had done a couple times already. I glided down the slight incline preceding the run to gain speed for the flat stretch before the real run began. The sun was beginning to come out from behind the clouds that had dropped last night’s snow as I picked up speed. Once the run steepened, I accelerated to a breakneck speed and turned abruptly to avoid an oncoming pine tree. The emerging sun was caught in the resulting cloud of snow and produced what I could only describe as a gemstone rainbow. As beautiful as it was I had increasingly desperate matters at hand. Another tree was coming up…fast. I leaned against my skis to veer right ,and all I received was the tell-tale skittering of skis on ice. Not good. I tried the other direction and only succeeded in undoing what little progress I had made the first time. I tried once again to the right and just managed to miss the tree by a hair’s breadth. I could feel the tapping of needles on my helmet, hear the rustling of my jacket grazing

Finally, the time came to strike. Everyone rushed out onto the battlefield, seemingly forgetting all notions of their previous planning. Snow flew in all directions,

With each step, I felt like I was a paint brush making way on the dark canvas in front me for another layer of brightly colored bursts of autumn leaves. In the twilight fog, the road looked magical with its hues of red, yellow, and orange. The canopy of trees hovering above blended seamlessly with the flickering street lamps and reflected like bright stars in the left over puddles from the earlier rain. With its dreamy atmosphere and an array of twists and turns, I felt compelled to keep walking and exploring. I felt as if I was a noisy guest that had a personal invitation to explore every corner of the road. Each turn presented a challenging but fun obstacle, whether it was a pile of leaves perfectly positioned for a kick or a small

There I waited, alongside my allies, watching every move from afar. The snowflakes came down quickly, speckling my light gray fur and feeling as if a million tiny needles were piercing my bare nose.