cosplaying insanity

CHAPTER 2: Dorian Yukiyo

It all started when I was younger. I didn't know many people and always stuck to myself. And because I hardly ever talked to anyone I didn't know how to socially interact with other people without making it awkward. Now you're probably wondering 'didn't you have parents why didn't you talk with them.' blah blah, forgot to mention that they were dead. Ha bet you're wondering if I was in an orphanage! Well I wasn't. I was where my parents used to live; well not really but kinda. I was in the shed, that was like my new home. Why the shed you ask? Because that's where my room was when my parents were alive. You're probably thinking they were harsh or something, well they weren't. When they bought the house they asked me to go around the house to find my room. I obeyed and went looking all around the house; I only did so to make them think I was going to pick one of the rooms inside the house. But little did they know, I had already seen the shed and got to explore it. I had since known that I wanted the shed to be my room. I already knew my parents would give in to letting me have it. I was right but on one condition they said for some reason, the condition was that if the weather was bad i had to come inside and go to the room that was apparently 'mine'. They had set it up for when the weather was not pleasant. It didn't have much in it, a couple books 5-10, a futon as my bed because my actual bed was inside of the shed, and a small reading lamp. The room was small but I enjoyed it. The house itself was kinda big, not like mansion big but bigger than a normal house. It had a library inside of it and that was where I spent most of my time. But back to the topic we were on, I was sitting in the shed on my new sheets that I just finished drying. I looked over to my calendar and noticed that tomorrow was the first day of 5th grade. I went inside the house to take a shower so that i was clean for tomorrow. About an hour later I was laying in my bed and thinking about all the possible questions someone could ask me. The only reason I was doing this is because I didn't want anyone finding out that my parents were dead, because if they did they would send me to the orphanage. Well I don't have much to worry about anyways because I've been pretty good at keeping this whole thing a secret since 2nd grade. So I would say I'll be fine.

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I woke up to the songs of the birds that had nested on top of the shed roof. I got up and got dressed and put on deodorant. I went into the house to brush my hair and teeth. After I finished brushing my teeth I put my pink (yes, it's natural) hair up in the same style I've always had it in, pigtails on both sides of my head with the lower half of my hair still down. I got all my stuff ready for school and headed out the door. On my way to school I stopped by the local gas station to buy a small piece of candy. I don't do that very often, only on special occasions, like this one. I mean 5th grade is a pretty big deal. A little bit of a walk later I arrived at school. When I got there I checked in with the front office to make sure that I knew where my classroom was. When I walked in the class it was quite noisy to say the least, but nonetheless the teacher still smiled at me. It made me feel welcomed so I smiled back. Later at recess I was sitting alone on the swings like usual, but something unexpected happened. Someone came up to me and sat down beside me. "Hi!! Ohh! Love the hair! What's your name? Mines Mai!" the strange person beside me said "so you gonna speak or what?" she spoke once again "uh... i-i'm d-dorian" i said trying my best not to sound awkward "wanna be friends!!!" she practically screamed "m-me!?" I exclaimed "are you deaf! Of course I want to be your friend, dorian" she said my name to make sure that I knew she was talking to me. I nodded profusely. " I take that as a yes!" she squealed. That's how it all started, me and mai's friendship I mean. It only got better from there, she taught me how to properly handle social interactions without making things awkward. A few years later and we were both in highschool,miraculously we've had all the same classes since 6th grade! Although we were only in freshman year, we already knew we didn't want to go to college. Both me and her want jobs that don't require college, I want to be an artist and she wants to be an author. Even though she could go to college for that, she decided against it. Me and her both decided she was already really good at writing, like really good. "Ugh~!! I hate our science teacherrrrrr!" mai complained "i know~! Me toooooo!" we groaned as we both walked to class.

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I raise my hand signaling that I either have a question or I need the hall pass to use the restroom,in my case it's the latter. "Yes dorian?" My teacher Mrs.Charlotte askes me. "May I have the hall pass?" I asked her, fearing she might say 'I don't know, can you?' luckily she did not and just gave me the hall pass not bothering to ask why i needed it. A few minutes later I arrive at the restroom, I look around in the stalls making sure that they are clean. The only reason I was going to the restroom was so that I could take a breather. I don't smoke or vape so don't get the wrong idea. I checked myself in the mirror unknowingly to the fact that someone else was in another stall. I heard a bloody scream and opened my eyes. There was blood all over my hands and shirt, I don't know what happened. I was looking at myself in the mirror and next thing I know I'm covered in blood. 'Did I do this' I thought to myself. 'Well even if I did I wouldn't know, might as well clean myself up' I thought as I then washed my hands and went to the nurse to get a new shirt, luckily my original shirt was black so I could just say that I spilled coffee on it. The nurse gave me a new shirt and sent me off. When I arrived back at class I asked the teacher where everyone was. She said they were all sent home because someone found a dead person in the bathroom. I started getting a bit nervous but not enough to tell that I was nervous. "Did you do it?" she asked in a voice that said she wouldn't be mad even though we all know she would. "No mrs.charlotte, i did not. I was using the restroom and next thing I know there was a scream, I was standing at the sink when I felt something cold-ish and wet splatter on my back. I touched it and it was blood so I went to the nurse to change my shirt. I had not yet comprehended what had just happened. That's why I left without doing anything" i explained, telling a small white lie. Luckily I'm good at lying, because she didn't question me. "Please go home now." she said to me motioning towards the door looking quite worried. I left to go to the library where I could probably find mai. "Mai!" i whisper screamed but surprisingly I didn't get shushed by the librarian. "Oh! Hi dorian! C'mere!" mai said in her usual enthusiastic voice. I walked over to her and sat down looking around the table that she was sitting at. "That's a lot of books." I said, staring intensely at the pile of books. "Yeah, I know. The only reason I'm reading them is so that I can get a sense of the request someone made on my story that I posted online" she explained. "You really don't like reading books do you?" I asked full willingly knowing that she didn't like reading books, but she liked writing them. "Nope!I really hate reading books! Well... some books I don't like, but others are great." she explained. "Well, help me get a better understanding. Which story was it on and what was the request? " I asked, knowing that she had multiple stories. She pulls out her phone, then turns it off and puts it in her pocket. When she puts it back in her pocket she digs into her bag where she keeps her computer. Once she had her computer she opened it and quickly put in her password. After she typed in her password she went onto a website then went to her profile to look at her stories and notifications. After a while she clicked on a story and read aloud the name of it; "oneshots of any kind just give me background info, requests open" was the title she read. "So what was the request?" I asked curiously. "Um, let's see...oh! Here! This one comes from @miku slays 39! Their or its request was: can you do a hatsune miku oneshot where she gets trapped in ikea and then discovers the green onion aisle, also can you make the story funny?" she said as she voiced a giggle. "Do you know who the beloved miku is?" I asked as the miku fangirl in me started squealing. "Of course I do! She's that vocaloid with the blue hair!" she said excitedly as the librarian hushed us. "So do you need help getting started on the story?" I asked knowing that I already had ideas. She nervously giggled. "Yeah.... I kinda do" she said with a hint of embarrassment tugging on her vocal cords.