Public Hate

A town of Haters/A town of Idiots

The package came after I quit my job with all the events. It made no sense, so I opened the package like an idiot. It was a skeleton necklace; I could see that it said NOT BEAUTY X. I wear it neatly because I want to be fashionable. But I forgot that I was late for ballet. When I went outside, she yelled at me, "Bird poop, did you wear that necklace? I'm sorry I gave your home address to everyone." I was confused, "What?" I said. I said. I found someone and said, "What's going on here?" They said, "Hey, did you just expose yourself you're embarrassing, that was funny!" I said." Shut up! Shut up! You don't know anything about me! I didn't do anything to you!" I said. I said as an idiot. I said stupidly. I searched the necklace and it said, "Didn't find anything, go cry," which was rude. A friend came up to me and said, "What's wrong? And, I don't know why they all look at me and insult me. "Well, that's hate or bullying if you don't know what this means!" I walked away like an idiot. Because I call myself an idiot. (All Wattpads are idiots, and call themselves an idiot because their quintessential "romantic.") Now that I know why, I want to know why. He came up with the idea to make a robot, and he's like an inventor, but he's not an inventor because he made it in 1810. (It's a humanoid robot.) I heard the devil say, "That's public hate." I don't know, but it didn't bother me.
A few days later

I finished building my humanoid robot, and it's great. Her name is Natsumi Ichika. How did it get it's name? I don't know. So you'll have to ask yourself. Uhh, sorry, I did it on purpose. I just forgot about it because Y/N is a romantic eccentric who reads quirky stories and kinky stuff. It's like you're just not good at everything. Continuing on, my mom said, "Wow, you're like an inventor or a robot!" "Thank you, I tried my best." "You're welcome, darling," I blushed a little. I'm not like those lesbians, so please shut up. How many times do I have to tell you? I'm tired of this, so just shut up! Also, I'm moving on to Darling. So that's it, good night.

July 21, 1925, 7:35 a.m.

I checked my humanoid robot this time, and she seems to be fine. She said to me, "Hello." I waved my hand. "Why do you have that necklace?" she said. "Let's not talk about it," I said, 'I'll look it up,' 'But you'll make a mistake,' 'It doesn't matter,' Ugh, she was even dumber than I thought. "What do you mean "research?" "When you or I ask a question, we use our own minds to research it." "That's weird," "That's what robots do." I don't know anything about robots, but when I got out there, everything was crazy. "Hey, do you want a pie in the face?" Was it the necklace, or just the hate? I don't understand why they hate me so much. I just want some food from the market and I act like an idiot, "If you keep playing that game I'm going to stop being myself," "Go cry little baby," everyone started laughing. I'm the worst person here.