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Okay, like I said on the last chapter, I will be asking for ypur opinions on my upcoming story(ies). So, read and then comment please, and thank you.

This story is called The Abnormal Life Of Our Protaganist: Bad Luck Sucks!

Here is the excerpt from the beginning of the first chapter..

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It was a dark, gloomy, and wet night; hence, the light rain. The stars were shining brightly along with the moon, the owls were hooting, crickets chirping, pitter-patter's rain, guns cocking-- Guns cocking!?

Our very morbid protagonist, Midoriya 'Deku' Izuku, a thirteen-year-old boy who had horribly-bad-luck, was currently at a cash register with 2 bags of chips and coke in his hands.

He was boring, to say the least; he did the same thing every single day, well, basically.

He went to the library, went to school, get bullied a bit, came back home from school and got a snack from this store, on the walk home something always happened, he'd get home then eat his snack while playing video games, and when he didn't have any more he'd sneak out-- usually around midnight-- and come to this store to get another snack then go back home.

Rarely, there would be a day where he didn't get mugged, assaulted, bullied, or even, my personal favorite, shot at for stepping on a potato chip a person dropped because he didn't care about things as stupid as if a chip fell on the floor or not!

So, at the moment, it was around midnight, as usual, and Midoriya was getting a snack; earlier on the day, as he was walking home some random kid poured a bucket of water over him from his apartment on this tall building where he was walking.. Yeah, the water wasn't exactly water..

He wished, oh how he wished lady luck would just be on his side one time in his decently-stable, but boring, life... Yeah, lady luck is not feeling him.

He gave the money to his favorite cashier there, as usual, as the man started up a conversation.

"Hey, Izuku," His gruff voice rang out, with a hint of fatigue.

Midoriya guessed today was his all-day-and-night shift, it happened twice every week for a reason he didn't know of, on random days. Wait, speaking of, what day was it again?

He didn't mind speaking to the man, actually, he sorta enjoyed it. He doesn't like many people, as many people didn't like him-- which was to be expected, as he was quirkless.

And, being quirkless in a society that thrives and loves on quirks, isn't exactly your ideal setting.

The cashier was a middle-aged man, around 28 he'd guessed the first time he saw him; he had curly blond hair, much like his own but his hair was green and black, with a light pink fade at the tips of them. His hair came down to his chin, so he always had it pulled back into a shaggy-low ponytail.

The man had a baby-face, it looked very silky and smooth, but the way he was chiseled made him look grown, his face-bones looked very mature for a person of whatever age he was.

The man wore a white and black checkered sweatshirt with blue jeans and black high-top shoes, and an apron on top of it all.

The man told Midoriya his name the second time he met, Midoriya, at the time, didn't really care all too much but made a note to remember it since he knew he would be coming back frequently; Sen Akigo was his name.

"Hello, Akigo-senpai, " Midoriya responded, his blank face not changing in the slightest.

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