Cellanous

prologue

"Ava, do you want to be a voice actor or not?"

I glared at my blonde friend in reply. "But I can't just leave and go to Japan right now. Sarah, are you kidding me? I still have to graduate from high school! I'm a goddamn sophomore for god's sake."

Sarah clicked her tongue and shook her head, then looking straight into my eyes, she put her hands on my shoulders. "Ava, listen to me. When are you ever going to get a chance like this again? You'll be heading straight into the world of voice acting! You can do it! Besides, isn't this your dream job?"

I simply stated at her, blankly. What she had said, hit the head of the nail. When would I ever get this chance again? The offer was extremely abnormal and surprising - a one in a million chance. And it was all because I had sent in a sample to some big company in Japan. It wasn't something I had thought that would actually worked - just a half-hearted shot at something I wanted so bad.

Apparently, after hearing the sample, they wanted me immediately, disregarding the fact that I was American. The deal itself was something different. I would go to Japan and take small jobs for the first year. During that time, I would be sent to a nearby academy, specially paid by them, to make up for my high school credits. After which the year passes, I would still go to the academy, (apparently it was a school for the rich so a voice actor wouldn't be too crazy), but would start taking on real jobs. Of course, there were some other requirements; but those would be explained when I got there. Anyhow, just thinking of it made my stomach turn - but with nervous excitement.

After all, I had considered giving up on it. My talent . . . it was something you couldn't easily do. You just . . . couldn't. You needed the determination and the devotion to do it; something I didn't really have. I was the type of person to give up and just go on to something easier. I just couldn't be stubborn. (Well, only with that type of stuff. With people . . . let's just say I can press all those damn buttons and more.)

Anyways, I had considered my talent absolutely useless for daily life. One of those amazing Miscellaneous people - or what I liked to call for short, Cellanous. Yes, I was one of those unfortunate people. Yet . . . I had just been handed an opportunity with extra dessert. The only question remained was whether or not I take it.

I had first consulted my parents, because isn't that what you're supposed to do? My mother and father hadn't particularly cared if I went or not, but only cared that I finished school and that I was happy. (And with a stable job, of course.) The stereotypical Korean mother and white father combination. That is what had brought me to this; consulting with my best friend about it.

I turned the possibility around and around in my head, until I got dizzy. Groaning, I gave up and this single word fell from my mouth.

"Fine."

Sarah nearly cried in relief.

《 So basically, I'm writing this fan fiction mainly on my phone. The chapters are going to be relatively short and stuff. And I came up with this idea out of the blue, because I've always wanted to write an OHSHC fanfic. I hope it's not cliche. And I'm extremely excited to start writing this okay?

Dedicated to the lovely syndromes bc, she's the lovely lady that made the cover for my fan fiction.》

- rico