Huffing, sweating with a large smile while clutching your report card. Today was the day to show your parents the high grade you worked off for, for them. They had always loved and supported you, but it was nice for them to watch how much you've progressed when your still in middle school, topping everything despite how low money was. This is your last year, and your family isn't particularly rich, so getting top grades was such a praised thing, because it's your only way to get into a high classed school they so dearly wanted for you and thought you deserved.

As you run down the street, your eyes immediately latch onto the scene of heroes outside of your home, yellow tape cutting off any civilians or media from entrance. Police and official pro heros scouted the house likes ants, roaming all around and making it difficult for any way to see past into the home. The atmosphere quickly tensed, making your approach increase as the gleeful expression quickly formed to something more grim. You try climb over the tape and push through everyone, yet restrained back as someone stops you from pursing into your once nice home.