Sixteen-years old, five feet and five inches tall, shoulder-length red hair, deep blue eyes.
North Aibi Private High School, Class 2-E, a member of the school's literature club.
My name is Atsuyuki Shimada, and I'm absolutely sure that I am a guy. Everyone around me says that I look like a girl in looks and actions, but I disagree.
I'm guessing I don't have enough testosterone or have an abundance of estrogen. I mean, I'm sure I'm a boy.
My hair? Messy, wild and unkempt. My hair color? A genetic mistake. My eye color? Also a genetic mistake. My feminine appearance? Very much a genetic mistske. My short stature? DEFINITELY A GENETIC MISTAKE.
Or at least I hope it was. But then again, I liked to grow out my hair when I was a kid. My mother would always say that I looked cute and that I looked like her and my dad wouldn't really care much.
I also had a habit of wearing skirts and dresses when I was a kid up to when I was in middle school, but definitely not in school. Then I forced myself to stop when I reached high school to stop it from becoming a serious problem.
When I was in my first year of high school, I was thankfully not bullied because of my appearance. To the point where boys would actually confess to me, which I respond to with something like "Bruh I'm not gay."
I wasn't an active person back then, but I only developed a passion for something when I almost won my school's writing contest by submitting a fantasy story and losing to Kenji Nishimura's post-apocalyptic romance.
This year, I joined the literature club, hoping I could probably get inspiration to write more. So here I am, standing outside the clubroom door on Thursday afternoon with nowhere else to help me get rid of my boredom.
I take a deep breath and put my hand on the door handle.
YOU ARE READING
Joining the Literature Club was a bad idea.
ЮморKenji Nishimura is a student in his second year of high school. After living his first year uneventfully, he decided to join a club- -ah screw it, I suck at crappy expositions like this. "It would be fun." I said. "It won't be boring." Welp.
