𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚔 || Hyakkimaru

•|| Cliché ||•

I have had more than my fair share books for someone my age. Like every reader, you'll probably start off with a story simple, easy to understand and you'll find it beautiful anyways, even though if it happens to be a cliché story. Well, some people may have started their series of stories read with an actually exquisite book. Lucky them, I guess.

After reading one story after another, times and times again, I came with an observation – a pretty amusing one, or perhaps shall we call it challenging, or maybe for some of you it may be disappointing. You're free to disagree with my opinion, this is just another opinion from another busybody who doesn't have much to do.

It's rare for me to find a story starting off as unique. Reading multiple books over my years of living, it customarily starts with showing a tragic life of the main character, or in lighter stories, the main character waking up with the sun shine kissing their lovely skin, the birds chirping peacefully outside the main protagonist's bedroom window. Or, the intro I detested with passion, the main character running late for the first day of his/her (likely her) school with a piece of toast in their mouth.

Reading that trope over and over again tired me, which resulted to my picky taste when it came to books. But, I may be acting as a hypocrite since I was never given the skill to write stories comparable to my favourite author.

I'm just a girl suffering in school, after all, like many of you there.

"(Y/N), where's that narrative we were asking for?"

"(Y/N), can you lay-out these pictures for me?"

"(Y/N), I need help with making the financial report for yesterday's activity."

"(Y/N), the school secretary is calling you to help with sorting the student files."

"(Y/N), don't forget to submit the evaluation. We need it tomorrow."

"(Y/N), buy me juice, will you?"

Didn't I tell you, I'm a hypocrite? As you can see, this story is starting off my tragic life, my misery. Cliché, right? If you're expecting a superbly-made story, you can remove this book now from your library. I can understand. My standard is set high too when it comes to a lot of things.

Gritting my teeth in annoyance, I stood up from my seat, temporarily abandoning the duties I was finishing up on my desk. Walking up to these... people, I pointed at them one-by-one, explaining the current status of their requests.

Heaving a deep exhale I started, "I finished the narrative report an hour ago, encoded, passed right on time in the records' office. " Proceeding to the next one, I shifted my gaze and finger. "If I remember correctly, I already made a lay-out for those pictures the other day. Check hard disk drive D, folder name: lay-outing 2, file name: picture lay-out month of March. If you don't happen to find it, I'll make another at home and transfer it tomorrow before 8 am." Turning my head to next one, I briskly handed them a sheet of paper. "I already made the draft. All you need to do is encode what's written there. You don't have to worry since I made sure that the data is complete." Whipping my head to the next person I continued, "Tell Ms. Summer that I'll be there in a while. I already finished half of the files this morning so it won't take too long." Retrieving a flash drive from my pocket, I handed the item to the next person. "Just print it out and hand it to Sir Thomas for me. Tell him my regards and apology for not being able to hand it personally." Facing the last person to attend to, I shot that particular person a glare, grabbing the collar of their shirt. "What the hell are you doing, slacking off? You're supposed to help me, you little twat. And you have two perfectly functioning legs and two perfectly functioning arms, go buy juice on your own. The canteen is just two classrooms away."