The Words People Say

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"Man, all these books are boring," I groaned. I was staying home from school because I didn't want to go. I'm sixteen and I live alone with all of these fanfictions. I read them not because I'm lonely. I read them because I like how they're made you know? 

No, I read them because I'm lonely.

I am very lonely.

Change that to extremely lonely.

Fuck my life.

I scrolled down on Wattpad and saw Kiaba Takoka (I'm not Japanese.... please give me a break). I clicked on his profile and saw my dreamland. Yandere x readers everywhere! All different types, too. Even better. Yandere teachers, yandere brothers, yandere movie stars, yandere fans, even yandere bullies! (If there is really an account like that, I will love you to death). 

Then I realized something, most accounts like these have the extremely terrible grammar. It's almost the same feeling for when you get a new toy, but only to discover that it isn't cool anymore. I hope this account doesn't have that same feeling like all the other accounts. (Again, make something like this, I'll love you to death.)

I decided to read a book, and surprisingly, it has phenomenal grammar! Whoop! Whoop! This may be my new favorite author. I went and added all of his books and followed him. 

I then got a random notification. But I wanted to save that for later. But the thing is, I kept getting more notifications. Finally my curiosity took over, and I checked on them. They are all from Kiaba. 

"Kiaba Takoka followed you," the first one read.

"Kiaba Takoka has messaged you," the second one read.

"Kiaba Takoka has messaged you," the last one read.

"Hmm? How weird, I only followed him around two minutes ago, maybe he was on at that time?" I said to myself. The one great thing about living with no one is that you can talk to yourself all day, unless you have to do something that requires you getting up. 

I checked the messages:

Kiaba: Hey, thanks for following, I appreciate it.

Kiaba: How old are you?

(Wattpad username= (W/UN)): Does that matter?

Kiaba: Well, sort of. It's because I write mature and graphic scenes.

(W/UN): Oh, okay, well I'm 16.

Kiaba: Wait, you're a student? What school, I want to see if you go to the same school.

(W/UN): Well, I live in Japan, going to Sakura Art High.

Kiaba: No way! I started my first day there today in class B-2!

(W/UN): That's the same class I'm in.

Kiaba: Are you (Y/N) or Yuki?

(W/UN): We'll just have to find out, huh?

Kiaba: Oh, well then see you tomorrow!

(W/UN): Sure.

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I closed my laptop and rolled my lazy ass out of bed. I almost landed on my feet, but then I slipped and fell on my face. I groaned in pain as I sat back up. I used my bed for support in getting back up. 

My phone buzzed, but knowing it could be a friend of mine texting me the homework, I grabbed my phone and shoved it in my pocket before going to the kitchen to make myself lunch. Well, brunch since I skipped breakfast.

A/N: Well, this was short, but oh well. Anyway, this is my first story on this account, also my name is a bit secretive, so just call me Author-chan! I hoped you enjoyed this short chapter about your morning, and how you met your demise, mwahahaha!
*ahem* sorry 'bout that. I don't mean anything bad by that.... sort of. Well, Author-Chan out!