Sorry, But I'm Not A Fangirl

Review 1

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"Jac-chan~~ Pls review kuroshitsuji manga & anime!!"

"Black Butler! ( ^ω^ )"

"B.L.A.C.K. B.U.T.L.E.R! u will fangirl. liek really."

"Kuroshitsuji please. Bassyy!!!

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An exhausted sigh blew out from a pair dry lips.

The curtains drew back any form of sunlight, or any peering eyes.

The only source of light was the three flat PC's illuminating artificial light.

Wired were tangled beyond repair in a corner near the outlet, coated with a thin layer of dust.

In the end the room, laid a long forgotten bed, where no one had rested in weeks.

Sitting tiredly in front a PC, pale fingers expertly sliding against, pushing the keyboards. The 'vrooom' and the 'click' was the noises that where heard besides the tired human's exasperated sighs and shallow breathing.

Up for several weeks without sleeping, dark bags were visible underneath droopy brown eyes, that only showed the reflection of the computer screen in front of it.

"Uggh... I can't sleep now... I have to log in for the event today..." The words were dry and cracked, the voice not used in days.

The voice belonged to a thirteen year old girl.

Ordinary. Normal. No special, eye- popping features. Average height, average gray/black eyes, and average dark brown hair, except she was a little on the thin side, and her skin was pale for not seeing the sun in the longest time.

Although her complains reached no where and no one, her head still inched slowly toward the wooden desk. In a few minutes she was fast asleep, lightly snoring while unconsciously drooling a bit.

'Tick- Tock' The clock ticked forward in the darkness, going on without the sleeping girl. She could have slept for days, the affects of drinking all those sugary energy drinks taking a toll on her, if only a loud chime hadn't awoken her, surprised, she stood abruptly, knocking over empty aluminum cans, and empty instant food cups.

Still feeling dizzy and drunk from the lack of sleep, the girl struggled for a bit, not realizing her surroundings for a moment. Looking on the tall PC screen to her right, she saw that she had gotten mail.

Her nose crinkled up and down in distaste and confusion, a habit that she started not long ago.

New Mail- Sent to; jacquelineH.gtfomyface@gmail.com; from JennyH.0056@gmail.com; Labeled as- [CreepWhoWon'tLeaveMeALONE]- Subject- Hello Lovely little sister!!!

The pointed arrow lingered for a moment on the 'delete' button, but after another sigh, she clicked the message open, her shoulder slumping in defeat. The first thing on the mail was a giant HD, bright photo of her older sister in Paris, France. Her small heart shaped face was in a genuine smile, and her bright blond hair flowed freely off her shoulders, her clothing was all Paris fashion.

Wish you were here!! You should get out of the house more often!! I think you'll love Paris, everyone here is so nice!

XOXO- your big sis- Jenny <3

'Of course they're nice...To you...' The girl gritted in her teeth hard in anger and frustration. Of all the people in the world, her sister could never understand. Who was born beautiful, friendly, forgiving, smart, and always had a full smile. Whenever she stood next to her older sister, she felt like a potato sack competing in a beauty contest against a sparkling diamond. And whenever she went with her, she could hear whispers about how 'different' they are, or how the younger one looks 'dead' while the other looks 'full of life'. Over time, she slowly distanced herself from her sister, who was oblivious to it all.

Although due to her sister, she was allowed to live alone. Even though she was under-aged, her parents and her sister bought her a one person apartment. And she was pretty sure that her parents were glad to have a good-for-nothing gamer who never left her room leave their elegant mansion.

They hoped she would attend uni and become like her sister, who's starting her own company, but much to their distaste, she already quit school two years ago. And it's not really because she had zero friends, but because nothing interested her. What's the point of going when you already knew everything? She was born with an unbelievable high IQ, but no one ever knew, or bothered to ever find out. It's a mystery how her intelligence grew a bit higher in numbers when she started to spend all her time in front of a computer screen twenty-four -seven.

After she discarded the mail, she squinted her eyes to see the small, digital numbers telling the time on the bottom right corner of her computer screen.

6:43 am

"Shit! I not gonna make it!" The girl panicked and hurriedly opened a new tab, typing in the MMORPG site. It took several minutes for the program to load fully, but to the impatient girl it seemed like hours.

She sighed in relief when she found that she had indeed made it, and entered the event before it ended at 7:00 am.

Congratulations! You have won the Legendary Weapon- Silver Flash Sword. For logging in 80 days during 12:00 pm to 7:00 am.

A sense of pride washed through her, she was one of the few who logged in for eighty days straight, completed long missions, and finally got a one of a kind sword that the system had especially made for her stats, and no one else could wield it.

Closing the program, the girl smiled softly, before knocking out on the desk, fully asleep.

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A day later, the girl woke, feeling groggy and gross. She stood from the flattened leather rolling chair, and made her way toward the bathroom in the dark.

Which wasn't the best idea.

A hiss of pain came from her lips, as one of her bare toes stubbed the sharp corners of the wall. Grabbing her leg, and streaming a line of colorful curses, she made her way toward the bathroom.

She didn't bother turning on the lights, and hopped in the shower fully clothed. When away from a screen, her mood dampened and the aura around her became even more frustrated and depressed than usual.

Another sigh came from her mouth as she washed her hair with lavender scented shampoo at a snail pace.

Since she never exercised or went outside, her strength decreased, and she often described herself as a hikkormori.

Too tired and exhausted from shampooing her hair, she didn't bother to condition the tangled web of dark brown.

Stepping out of the tub, water dripping on the tile floor around her, she didn't even reach for a towel, but instead, grabbed a hair dryer and turned it on it's highest volume and started to dry her whole body with cold air.

Discarding her mostly dry clothing in a small hamper, she tried putting on dark clothing without any source of light.

Using all the energy that was left in her body, she jumped backwards on the bed, sending a wave of dust back that couldn't be seen in the dark.

Eyes drooping, she pondered on her next request for a moment.

'Kuroshitsuji? Huh....'