Life of a Useless Normboy

Prologue

I like anime. I really do. 

Ever since dad introduced me to my first anime, Attack on Titan. I've been hooked to it. But it was not that way before, you see...

After I watched a few episodes of Attack on Titan, I didn't really like it ... I'm not sure why but I just don't like it .. maybe because I was still a small child? Who knows... 

But then things started changing when I found an escape of reality in anime.

You know it's not like I adore and really like anime because of their art, story and plots, not that I don't like all of that....anime is like another world where it doesn't exist but feel like it do. Its like I immerse myself into a world that somebody made.

I like freedom in life that's why I like anime. The people in there are living in freedom and they have some sort of control in their life. 

But the ones that send you to another world are a bit repetitive but its alright...

What is anime? Some people think that its just a more detailed cartoon for kids, some people think its a magnificent creation. Its a moving picture but it changes and changes during the century. Its always evolving, adapting to the people's ideal animation and story tropes.

This is what I was thinking in the class while the teacher is teaching history.

The class is boring. I get it, history is a lesson for humans to stop making past mistakes.

Its just I couldn't bother what our kind did before. As I slowly drift back into my useless thoughts, my history teacher asked me to read a passage.

I slowly stood up and start to read the passage. 

"In the 5th-4th century bce, Plato believed in an immortal soul that participates in frequent-"

"Speak louder! I can't hear you."

You know I've always think that my voice is as perfect as it seems to me but sometimes...

...I mean most of the times people can't seem to hear me. I don't understand why..

The bell rang and it was time to pack our books and go back home.

Everyone was very quick to do it. I was a very gentle person.

I do things slowly.

Only the students at the back are still left. Just me and the students at the back.

"Hey kid, still can't taste anything?"

... Hah

The students at the back are always calling out to my condition...

I was born with it so you don't have to remind me again and again.

As I was putting my water bottle into my backpack, the tall student walked towards me.

He was very tall compared to me. Middle parted long wavy hair.

He walked towards me and smacked my head really hard. Him and the students started to laugh.

It really hurt. I fell down to the cement ground. As I looked up I saw the tall student's face..

It was a face with a smirk. A face with a mixture of disgust and joyfulness.

It gave me an uneasy feeling.

I stood up and and he pushed me again. I fell down and the corner of my elbow hit the desk.

Why did he push me? I was just packing up my books. Are they trying to become friends with me? 

I wondered why all the most hideous mythical creatures live in dark caves, under forlorn bridges, dark murky waters and so on.