Trigonometry.

It will be the death of me.

I do not like it.

(All credit to my older sister for this one; I just thought I would share it.)

I really, really, really reeeeeally hate math.

(This chapter is such an absolute mess.... I fixed it a bit, but its still pretty bad.)

Chapter three

Tamaki heard commotion when he came back a few minutes later, wearing his spare coat.

“Give it back! Please!” Tamaki started running at the sound of Elizabeth's distressed voice. “Only if you give me all your notes, nerd!” Tamaki saw a random large male holding up a bag, which was presumably Elizabeth's, and holding her back with his other hand on her face.

“Are you really gonna make me do this?” She asked, voice strangely steeled.

“Oh-ho yeah. And you can't stop me, nerd!” the jerk grinned.

“I didn't mean that,” she said, and glared, making eye contact.

“Wha-what are you doing?! Why is my arm moving?!” the boy asked, before his eyes widened. “Y-your lips a-aren't m-m-moving! H-how can I-I-I hear Y-you?!” The jerk panicked.

“D-doesn't really m-matter,” she said shakily, plucking bag from his hand. “P-point is, you c-can't have my notes. I g-get my good g-grades t-through hard work, studying, and intellect, s-something you seem to lack,” she insulted, even through her hands were shaking. She seemed really upset to Tamaki.

“I-I-I'm so so so s-sorry... I promised I would n-n-never... I-I-I p-promised... w-what have I done?!” she said, pressing one hand to her mouth, and staring at her other. Tamaki and the bully stared in astoundment as she started crying. “I p-promised I w-wouldn't u-u-use my m-mental q-q-quirk, a-a-after... what I did t-to m-m-m-mom!” she clutched her hair, and fell to the ground, sobbing.

The bully ran off, and Tamaki noticed why. He could see everything not nailed down starting to float, and cracks where starting to snake up the glass of the windows. Her quirk...It's crazy powerful. And... she has more then one?Amajiki thought as he ran towards her.

“N-Nott-San, y-you have to clam down!”He exclaimed, kneeling down beside her. “You're gonna break all the windows!”

She looked up with terror. “Oh, no! If I can't calm down, I'm gonna destroy the entire school!” she immediately stood up, and started trying to breathe deeply.

Tamaki thought it was working, but she broke down crying again, and the windows gave a ominous crack.

“I-I c-c-can't!” She cried, “I'm t-too upset, a-and, and the b-b-b-backlash of my quirk is m-making it worse!” Tamaki shook with fear when as she started another round of tears,

and they started floating. “PLEASE, LISTEN TO ME!” she cried out. “Y-YOU H-H-HAVE T-T-T-TO KNOCK M-ME OUT! I'M T-TOO UNSTABLE TO ST-STOP!” Tamaki breathed a sigh of relief as he saw Aizawa round the corner, followed by the students who were managing to handle the fact that everything was floating and cracking. “Y-you h-have to p-punch me! Him erasing my quirk won't fix a-anything!” she said between sobs.

“I'm sorry, though,” Tamaki said, before hitting her in the back of the head.

She was out like a light, and immediately, they fell to the ground.

Takami watched in amazement as the cracks went away, and the walls started to patch up. “Her quirk... It's fixing things on a molecular level...” Tamaki head never heard Aizawa sound so impressed.

“Amajiki-san, who is this?” Aizawa asked, kneeling beside the unconscious girl. “I-I don't really know h-her that well... her n-name is Nott... Me and Togata-kun only met her yesterday...” Tamaki muttered. “Then you and Togata can take her to Recovery Girl, and keep an eye on her. I'm going to look into this girl, to say the least...” Tamaki saw Mirio run through the crowd, and look at the girl on the floor.

“She looks fine,” he noted, picking her up like she was nothing. Actually, considering how small she was, and how muscular Mirio was, she probably was nothing.

“I'm more concerned about her mental state, then anything. While she was crying, she said it was a backlash of her mental quirk. Maybe her emotions become unstable,” Tamaki said to his friend.

“Wait,” said a familiar voice. Two, actually. First-year students Shoto Todoroki and Izuku Midoriya shoved their way to the front of the crowd.

“Two quirks, like me?” the split boy asked.

“That was insanely powerful, she nearly destroyed the entirety of the U.A. Building! I wanna know more about her quirk. Quirks,” the green-haired boy corrected himself. “We're just taking her to Recovery girl,” Mirio told the boys. “You can come later, it's not like she can really answer your questions right now, anyway,” he chuckled.

Tamaki subconsciously rubbed the fist he had punched Elizabeth with. He hoped she would be okay.

He was a little bit startled when she woke up right as they entered Recovery Girl's office.

(Chapter 2 is here! Eeeee! I ate too many cupcakes today, I think...)

Chapter 2

As luck would have it, he did, a few days later.

He had been walking out of class, when she had run by, only to trip, and fall. Lucky for her, she wore leggings, otherwise she would be in quite the predicament, considering how short the school skirts were.

Tamaki rushed over to help as the girl started apologizing to anyone and everyone, despite the fact that some were purposely being rude, and stepping on her stuff.

“A-are you okay?” Tamaki asked, handing her one of the many papers scattered on the floor.

She turned, and went beet-red when she saw him. “Y-yes! Sorry! I didn’t mean to cause you any trouble! Just me being clumsy!” Elizabeth yelped, snatching the paper from him, and shoving it in one of the several folders she was carrying.

“You didn’t. I chose to help.” Tamaki said, handing her a few more papers. “You sure have a lot of notes and assignments,” he noted.

“O-of course! I-I’m in both General and Management courses! I-it’s only natural!” she stammered, taking the papers and sorting them into their respective folders. “A-anyways, t-t-thanks for your help, sir...” she said as she finished cleaning up and stepped to the side of the hallway.

“S-sir?!” Tamaki asked, alarmed.

“Yes. You are older then me, and you saved my life. You deserve a good amount of respect,” she frowned, surprisingly without stutters.

“Really? I’m older then you?”

“Yeah, I only started a few months ago, and your in your last year, right? 3-A?” she questioned, watching the students fill up the hallway.

“Y-yeah.”

“looks like most of the students are gone,” Elizabeth noted. Her shy manner still hadn’t come back. “C-can I ask you a question? O-other then the one I just did, I mean?” she asked. There it was, shyness was back.

“I-I guess...?”

She turned and looked up at him for a second, and Tamaki felt slightly uncomfortable trapped in the gaze of her piercing steel-blue eyes. She could be really intimidating if she wanted, with those eyes.

“Do... can you move your ears?” she asked, looking extremely curious.

“It’s involuntary, but... yes?” he answered.

She let a small smile make its way onto her face. “They did it! That’s so cool!” she exclaimed. She checked her watch.

“Oooh, I really have to go if I wanna get to study before lunch! Thank you for your help!” she said, stumbling off.

Tamaki headed off to his dorm. He wanted to share the last of his eggnog with Mirio at lunch.

He ran outside, but stopped when he hear sounds of exertion. He peered around the corner of the school to see Elizabeth standing in the snow, panting. She hadn’t noticed him.

“Okay, I can do this! Start with a small amount...” she breathed, and began to bring her hands up and down, over, and over.

At first, Tamaki had no idea what she was doing, until he saw the snow rising when her hands did.

“Yes!” He heard her shout excitedly. He watched in amazement as she began to move the snow through the air, in pretty spirals.

“I wonder... can I do more then one?” she mused, still moving the snow. She brought her arms apart, and the snow in the sky split in two.

“Oh, that’s harder. Small movements, small...” she muttered to herself.

Tamaki watched in amazement as she moved the snow around the sky, not realizing how far he was leaning out until he fell with his face flat in the snow, and a small

“Oof!”

He heard a small gasp, and looked up to see Elizabeth staring at him with a bit of fear. Why fear? He wasn’t scary!...was he?

He got to his feet quickly, and was about to apologize, when all the snow she had been moving fell right on top of her.

“Are you all right?!” Tamaki yelled, running over.

“Um, I think so,” the girl said sheepishly, dusting the snow out of her hair. “Oh, it’s all over my uniform! And it’s already melted! I’m gonna be so cold!” she moaned, and took off the uniform coat.

“Y- you can have mine, I have an extra and I was a-already g-going back to my dorm to get something for l-lunch, so it’s no big deal...” Tamaki offered.

“B-but it’s winter, a-and-”

Tamaki shoved the coat at her, and ran, oblivious to the blush on her face, or the fact that Mirio had seen the entire thing.

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I have written, and completed four, and am in the process of writing five more.

All the completed ones have been from tv shows. My first was a Miraculous, and it was a OC I created on the spot, with Felix Gram De Vanile.

The next three were more recent. all of them are actually for BNHA, a show I actually have not watched, but my best friend loves it, and I like the concept. I have an X Kirishima, X Tamaki, and a X Dabi. All of them are with OCs I created for the Fanfiction. I am actually in the process of posting one of my completed fanfics on Prose. Unfortunatly, I can't post my miraculous one, because I accidentally deleted it. :(

All the ones I am working on are BNHA as well, save one, which is a Spiderverse one. I'll probaly delete that one, though. I don't have a direction I want to go with it.

I like to write fanfiction, because I love being able to put characters in situations, and it modivates me to keep writing, so I don't get rusty.

Why? Why me? A young teenage girl, with no interest in politics, the President of the United States of America, for 36 hours? Don’t you have to be 35 years old, and have held some government position, before you can even run? What were these people thinking, and whose idea was this? I don’t even like politics!

I sigh, and shake my head. I don’t know about fixing polices, or even what the polices would be, but I have a few things I would like to do.

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I sit down at the fancy desk. I don’t know how to do any of the paper work, so I’m just going to write out what I want done, and give it to people who do know how to do the paperwork.

I check my phone. Might as well answer a question, while I wait for the notebook I requested.

“If you could enforce one thing, what do you think would be the best to improve the state of the people? Someone asks,” I say aloud. I’m being filmed the enitre time I’m here, so why should I bother typing a reply?

“I would say, make Home Ec. a required course...” I muse aloud. “These people eat out all the time, because they don’t know how to cook. They buy new clothing when their old stuff rips, and they have no clue how to fill out paperwork. If you took Home Ec, you would be taught how to cook, you could learn simple sewing, and basic... I have no idea what to call it, so it’s paperwork practices.” I say, before spinning around on the office chair.

Some White House employee shows up, along with the Vice President.

“Excellent! Thank you for getting me the notebook! And thank you, Mr. Vice president, for tolerating my lack of Presidential knowelage,” I say, expressing my gratitude.

They both nod, and I take the aforementioned notebook.

I write down what I want to improve in the nation, and then look up.

“First, I want us to do justice to the 2nd Amendment. There are firearms that are only avalible to the military, or other public servaces, that civilans cannot get, no matter how clean their record. that is an infringment of our rights. obviously, still do background checks, and all that jazz, but people should all have access to firearms. God created all men equal, after all.

“Next, I have research and threories on White-nose syndrome. I know that its been proven to be cured by uv light, and I would like it if scientists would go over my ideas, maybe put something into action?” I ask next.

The VP nods. “I didn’t think you would know about such things.”

“Please don’t assume what I know. I have a vast amount of knowlage on certain subjects, but politics is not one of them,” I sigh.

“Yeah, I assume you know a lot about Tik Toc,” The employee said.

"I'm sorry sir, but did you not hear what I just said?" I ask. "I may be teenage girl with colored hair, but that doesn't mean I'm Tik Tok obsessed. I don't even have the app."

I sigh, and rub my forehead. "Anyway, moving on; next, I want to make donating hair more accessable to the public. Make it an option in salons, and just easier in general. I've donated my hair twice, and both times, it was reletively complicated. I want it to be easier to make people happy."

"What a nice thought," The Vice President appuladed.

"Thanks. Um, do you think you could get me a video call with the national parks servace, to discuss proceedures that we could use my ideas in. And, after that, I would like the contact information of hair donation origonizatins, big and small."

"Of course. Anything else?"

I rub my eyes. "Could someone get me a cup of coffee? I'm not used to staying up past nine-thirty, and I still have twenty hours to stay awake for...."

"Yes, Ma'am. What kind of coffee would you like?"

"... Folderes, with two tablespoons of caramel creamer, if that's not too hard," I say, stretching as I stand up.

I spend the rest of my time as President typing out emails, answering comments, or on video conferences with componies.

Let's hope what I do sticks, huh?

Any feed-back on my Fanfiction? I take any and all advice, and it would nice to have something unbiased. Not mean, but constructive critisim would be good! Thank you to the two people who have followed me after my first day on here! This definitly did what I hoped! I finally feel motivated to write in the book I'm working on! Thank you, people of Prose!

(This is a BNHA fanfiction I have written. it has been completed, and I will release a chapter every few days. There are only twenty-one chapters, but I have other completed fanfictionns I will post after this one finishes. I can’t believ people can finally read my stuff!)

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Chapter 1 Tamaki was walking past the dorm buildings with his best friend Mirio in the snow, when he heard panting from behind him, but he brushed it off. His anxiety sometime played tricks on him, and now was probably one of those times.

He stopped when he felt a gentle tug on his sleeve. He looked to his side, and down. The was a girl standing there. Judging by the turtle-neck covering her face, and the red coming off what Tamaki could see of her cheeks, she was just as shy as he was. When she gripped the turtle-neck and attempted to speak, she confirmed his suspicions.

Still, he wasn’t used to being sought out, or begged for attention.

The girl tried to talk again, failing once more. She covered her face with her hands, which for the most part weren’t visible, save her fingers, due to the sleeves being pulled up over them.

“Do you need something?” Mirio asked, finally noticing the girl.

She pulled a large mason jar filled with a creamy liquid out of the bag she had, and handed it to Tamaki.

“Y-you d-d-don’t kn-know me, b-b-but you s-saved my life the other d-d-day when you fought that v-v-v-vil....” she covered her eyes, and shook her head in embarrassment. “W-what I-I-I’m t-trying to say i-i-is... IT’S A THANK YOU!” She finally yelled, before bolting off.

Tamaki watched her go, holding the jar in confusement as he watched her trip and stumble.

“Wow! What is it?!” Mirio asked in excitement, staring at the jar. “There’s a note attached to it!”

The blonde grabbed it before Tamaki could protest, and started reading it aloud. “Dear sir, I am assuming I botched giving you the gift, for which I apologize. You saved my life the other day, and I am deeply indebted to you; therefore, I wanted to give you something in return. As insignificant as it may seem, I thought a jar of Homemade eggnog would do the job, and it seemed fitting for the season. If you wish for anything else, I am indebted to you, and will do anything I can to help. I do not own a phone, so if you need something, you can slip a note in the box outside the management course dorms, and I will do my best to fulfill your wishes. You are a true hero. Sincerely, Elizabeth Nott.

P.S. The eggnog is nonalcoholic.”

“W-wow.... I’ve... never had someone thank me with a gift...” Tamaki said. He looked at the jar. “What’s....eggnog?” he asked.

“I have no idea. Obviously, its a drink. Let’s try it!” Mirio said enthusiastically. Takami gingerly unscrewed the jar, and took a whiff. It smelled sweet... and strongly of cinnamon. “It smells nice,” Tamaki noted.

He hesitantly took a sip. The smooth flavor and spices rolled over his tongue wonderfully. It was absolutely delicious. “It’s amazing! Mirio, you have to try this!” Tamaki exclaimed, handing his friend the jar.

“That is good! You really lucked out!” he said once he tasted it. Takami smiled. It was these little things that made him glad he was a hero.

He wondered if he would ever see the girl, Elizabeth, again.

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Jessica lunged, burying her sword deeply in the soldier's stomach, wincing as she felt something cut into the back of her leather armour. She whirled around, and quickly ended the offender.

She motioned her men to move forward, entering the next stage of the seige. Queen Bloodshed's terrible reign would end today. Jess wouldn't let her terrorize the world anymore, that was for sure.

She froze when she heard a cry of pain in a familer voice. Her heart went cold, and she rushed in the direction of the voice.

She saw a few soldiers who were still alive, huddled around the unmoving body of a man with steel-blue hair. Tideus.

"Oh no you don't!" Jessica yelled, throwing caution to the wind as she saw the danger her loved one was in.

She tossed her sword to the ground, and used her magic to break the necks of the soldiers. Normally, she wouldn't have the will-power to fuel that much magic, but love does crazy things.

Still fuming, she motioned her men to keep moving, continue the mission, as she kicked the bodies aside. Bloodshed could wait, she was more concerned about the amount of slivery blood on the cobblestone around Tideus.

She knelt down, and rolled his body over. He was still breathing, but it was shallow.

"Tideus," she gently smacked his face. "Get up. I can't bring down Bloodshed on my own."

His strikingly blue eyes focused on her, and he let out a chuckle.

"I don't think I'll be able to help, sorry love."

Jess smacked him harder. "Don't give me that! You promised me we would get married, and live at the foot of the mountain, with your little sister! Are you really going to break your promise to me?!" she asked, shaking.

Tideus' large hand weakly grabbed Jessica's small, calloused one.

"You'll be fine without me. I think I was holding you back, anyway," he reassured.

Jess wasn't convinced. "You weren't! if it wasn't for you, we would've never gotten this far!"

Tears fell down her cheeks. The facade that she had held for years had finally crumbled.

"I love you, Jess. Take care of Alume. Please, take care of her... Keep my sister safe..." he mumbled, before his eyes went blank.

Jessica stared at Tideus's body with wide eyes. He was gone. Really gone. Nothing could bring him back.

"NO!" The young woman shrieked. She grabbed her hair, clutching so tightly to her braids that it hurt. The braids Tideus had done for her before they had started the seige.

"NO! Nononono!" She repeated, over and over again. "The one person who truly loved me...."

She wiped her eyes. Crying wouldn't fix anything.

Her resolve hardened as she got back on her feet. Bloodshed would pay. They ALL would.

The streets would run red with the blood of the queen and her followers before the moon even rose.

I've been homeschooled my entire life. I've never had constent friends, even when I had extracurricular activites. I don't know how to socalize, and I'm a awkward mess in public, too nearvous to shake hands, hiding behind my parents, or siblings.

Receantly, about a year ago, really, I tried to open up. I made friend with a girl who I will not name. I helped her in our extracurricular activity that we shared, as I was quite good. However, the moment she made Varsety team of our activity, she started to dirft away. It started with her not sitting next to me like normal, even when I asked. Then, she wouldn't talk to me afterwards, talking with others instead, barly acknowelging me. Finally, it got to the point when she wouldn't even return the hello I gave her when I walked in the door.

I was crushed. Every time in my life before this, I had made every effort to make friends, but it never got of the ground. with this girl, we HAD been friends. we went to a camp, and during the classes, we always sat next to eachother, at lunch together, and hung out with her friends. but, once she got where she wanted, she left me in the dust.

I made a resolution one night to talk to her, and tell her how much she hurt me, but that didn't happen.

That night, there was a team meeting. There was a girl on the team, who had previously been the star, and was the daughter of the coach. At a event, my sister outshot her, and she didn't like that.

The girl told a lie about my sister, and my would-be friend went along with this lie, as well as the rest of the team. They ended up suspending my sister from the varsity team for something she never even said. the lie they told, it could've gotten my sister in jail.

So, I don't do friends anymore. that girl used me, and hurt my entire family.