"Watch it, Loser!"
"Out of my way, Loser!"
"Get lost, Loser!" Its not even first period yet... Everyone thinks im a loser. Im not. Im actually an artist they all respect. But do they know that? No. I write and draw comics that turn everyday things into something epic! I was then slammed into a locker by a football jock. And now im on the ground, holding my stomach in pain.
"Loser!" And a hand was extended to me.
"You alright?" The guy asked. He had red dyed hair. Black being the origional coloring.
"Yeah. Im fine." I told him as i got up on my own. Im trying not to make eye contact. Im not a very bold person in person. Quite the opposite. Im very timid. I found my locker and got my stuff for the day and fixed my hair. I got all the ends died an icey blue yesterday and im not used to the color yet...
"And when did you dye your hair?"
"Yesterday..." I mumbled and shut my locker. His name is Lee. He's a nice guy thats in half my classes. Its both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because not everyone calls me a loser and a curse because he's really cute and yes. I actually have a crush on him...
"And Shiro, why does everyone call you a loser?"
"Because they only see a quiet person they can push around. What they dont know is that i can do pretty much anything to them and they wont know it was me." I told him, being a bit louder than i normally am. And another oerson slammed into me and i dropped everything. Lee helped me pick up everything and he noticed my sketch book.
"Are all these sketches of a comic?"
"And? So what?" I asked as he handed it back.
"It looks like the comic by the web artist everyone reads." He told me. I began to get even more timid.
"I dont get what all the fuss is about..." I mumbled and walked off. If i feel like im going to get overwhelmed, i escape. Just what i do.
When i ran into his friends, they were less forgiving and i felt a panick attack and grabbed my stuff and went to class before i could break down. I sighed in relief when i made it and began to sketch out the morning as a comic.
When Lee got to class, he saw me really into my comic. He saw how i depicted him. Fuck.
"Are the comics based off of your days?" He asked and i began to get uncomfortable.
"Just stop asking about it..." I told him and he realised what kind of tone he was using.
"Sorry if i seemed rude. I just saw that it looked a lot like how your morning went."
"So what if it is? Who cares about that?" I asked as i finished up the comic up to now. He then saw how i depicted everyone.
"So, have any character designs?" I nodded and let him see them.
"Just dont judge me... Ok?"
"Got it." He pretty much agreed until he got to him and his friends.
"Why did you depict them like this?" He asked.
"They showed me their form by hoe they act. That swedish guy acts like a flamboyant princess and the short one acts like an ape." I told him.
"Their names are Camillo and Holgar. And im not sure where Holgar is from." A song then came into my head and i couldnt get it out of my head. What song? Gay or European.
(Your welcome)
That song. He noticed that i was trying not to think about something and he decided to ask.
"Whats up?"
"Do you know the song called 'gay or European?" He nodded. "That song pretty much describes Holgar... You cant deny it, now can you?" He can never get that thought out of his head.
"I think he's both." I nodded and we had a good laugh over it. "Also, why are you so quiet?"
"Its hard to explain." I told him quietly. He nodded. "And your good at math right?" He nodded. "I need help with it... Wanna come over to my place to help me out?"
"Sure thing! And how are you not good at math?"
"Im good with simple stuff but nothing complex. Besides. My memory is taken up with two languages so my mind is done for."
"What languages?"
"Japanese and English. Im from Japan. Remember? I believe it was you who gave me a tour of the school." He nodded.
When we got to my house, i announced that i was home in Japanese for my mother to know im home and once in english for my dad. I lead him to my room and he was shocked by how neat my mess was. Its chaotic cleanliness i moved a few baskets i had off my table and onto my desk and wiped the paint off and we got our homeowork out. He began to tutor me and give me ways to remember how to solve stuff and such and after about 30 minutes, my mother came into my room.
"I want this room cleaned and the dishes done by dinner." She told me.
"Yes mother." If i say anything else, i will be grounded.
"I gotta get my room cleaned up and the dishes done. Thankyou for your help." I told him and bowed and he decided to ask.
"Cant you tell her that-"
"If i say anything but 'yes mother' i will be grounded for disobedience."
"And i thought my mom was strict."
"Oh, you were mistaken. My mom comes from a very soldier like family. They were taught how to say 'yes mother' and 'yes father' before they were taught anything else. And in japan, it was even more strict because she could actually schedual every last second of my time out and have it seem normal. She did that too." I told him as i put everything in its proper place and made everything look neat and i saw him out before i went to the dishes. I dont mind complying to every demand my parents have as long as i get to draw.
