It started out as a new dame same thing for the young Y/N Hayashi, that was until "they" came and everything went to hell. Will Y/N and a group of his fellow classmates be able to not only survive high school but also the undead
"New day same shit" a young student says to himself as he looks in the mirror. This student has messy long black hair and deep green eyes. He is wearing a black shirt and black jeans with a belt.
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"What am I going to do with myself" the student says to himself as he takes out a cigarette and lights it. Once he takes a puff off of his cigarette he takes out two sheathed blades. One appears to be a small black tanto knife and what appears to be a wakizashi.
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"I honestly think they are just trying to make a fool out of me" the student tells himself as he puts the blades away on his belt. _________________________________________
My name is Y/N Hayashi and I am a student in high school. I wish that was all I could say about myself but unfortunately there is more to me then meets the eye. My mother is Japanese while my father is an American and Chinese. They both died when I was in middle school and I was sent to live with my aunt who thought I was nothing but a dirty blood mongrel. That was the least of my worries, the high school I went to is one of those elite prep schools, Fujimi high school. There I was treated the same as I was by my aunt but even worse. Every single day was the same, bullying of all sorts, name calling, being pushed and punched and far more.
Almost all of my classmates and schoolmates thought little of me and thought they were better than me. The teachers weren't much help either, some even joined in on the bullying. I'm not depressed, I'm not one of those emo kids, I don't think the world hates me, I just think I'm surrounded by assholes who need a reality check. As I hear people walk by the bathroom, I quickly put out my cigarette and throw it in the garbage. "Let's just get this day over with" I say to myself as I leave the bathroom.
