Lost Idiot: Has a sign that says "Love Me" Taped to her back

Hello, I am very happy that you have found your way to this page. Congratulations-- you know how to work the internet. 

I am the author of this story and for all purposes I will be the narrator in this twisted tale.  Starting today I’m your guide and your new god for your new life. But first off let me introduce you to a girl who isn’t exactly from the world where the actual heroes live in. In fact, she’s from our world-- and the world the heroes live in is a fictitious storyline animated on her television screen.

Although, because of a certain unexplained incident that occurred she is allowed to set foot in a world unlike any we are able to. But she really does not belong there, so she’ll have to figure that out quickly--lest the fictitious storyline comes to life and stray from its original careful planning.

But, I’m getting ahead of myself, for now why don’t I introduce you to this girl; our um...heroine? (If that is what she can be called) I believe you might like her very much.

After all, that girl happens to be you.

The alarm clock couldn’t be more annoying; you decided that you hated that noise as you attempted to throw it at the wall while the stupid thing was still plugged in.

No one had ever said you were the smartest person in the world. The only thing you actually managed to do with that smooth move was abuse your alarm clock further and accidently turn the radio on; giving yourself an earful of the early morning weather broadcast on a volume meant for the hearing impaired and old people. Essentially both the same.

 “There is a chance of thunderstorms tonight and with our current outlook there could be a possibility of tornado-”

SLAM. Fist vs. alarm clock-- fist won. Alarm clock still remained unbroken, apparently made out of sturdy plastic. Didn't know plastic came in type unbreakable.

 “[NAME]!!! COME DOWN AND HAVE SOME BREAKFAST!!!!” Your mom yelled from the bottom of the stairs, sending you and your bedhead bolting towards the door and the promise of pancakes. You got your voice from your mother, the gracefulness was all your dad.

“Honestly, child, is the only way to get you out of bed to tell you that food is ready?”

You looked up from your preoccupation with drooling at your plate of said food. “Yup, pretty much.” No one knows what line of genes you got your appetite from.  Your dad always joked, saying it was a trait all your own. Might as well have been with the way your mom kept stacking pancakes on your plate until you had to sit on your ankles just to see the top of the pile.

"At least remember to turn off your cartoons tonight, I can’t understand what they’re saying but I don’t want to hear some battle going on at three in the morning. It gives your father weird dreams and then it gives me a headache when he has to tell me about them.” She sighed and shook her head at the thought, turning towards the sink to dump the dishes.

“They’re not cartoons, its called anime. And they speak English mom,” You mumbled through a mouthful of pancake.

“All right, well I have to go to work. I’ll be back late tonight so order a pizza with the money I left for you on the table. Your father’ll call if the weather doesn’t get too bad today.”

You just nodded, too preoccupied to do anything more than murmuring a ‘love you too’ as the door closed behind her.

It was not two seconds later and the TV was already on and proudly blaring the screams of battle and the idioticness of Ichigo and his friends and not-friends.