I ran a hand through my lavender, poofy hair as I walked into the dorms of U.A. High School. My lavender eyes were tired with large bags under my eyes, and I yawned. I walked over to my best friend’s dorm, knocking a few times. “C’mon hot stuff, open the goddamn door.” I yelled through the door. We had had an argument the day before, and now she was pissed at me. “Hot stuff! Open the fucking door!” I yelled, banging on the door again