Chapter 1: Humiliation, love and first dates.
By the title you would think something bad happens to me.
It doesn't.
For a semi-snarky 14-year-old adolescent nerdy male with tons of self-depriciation humour and an social inabilty that, if it was a thermometer, it would be trying to get high enough to go to the moon - and achieving that, my school days were full of food and paper balls being thrown at me, being called a "nerd" and suffering with my inability to talk to the girl I liked.
That is, until that freaking day.
I was doing what I usually did - sitting on the stairs near the school's library, that was on the West side of the school,
Chapter 1: Humiliation, love and first dates.
By the title you would think something bad happens to me.
It doesn't.
For a semi-snarky 14-year-old adolescent nerdy male with tons of self-depriciation humour and an social inabilty that, if it was a thermometer, it would be trying to get high enough to go to the moon - and achieving that, my school days were full of food and paper balls being thrown at me, being called a "nerd" and suffering with my inability to talk to the girl I liked.
That is, until that freaking day.
I was doing what I usually did - sitting on the stairs near the school's library, that was on the West side of the school,
Chie collapsed into the girls changing room with a giant sigh and an earthshaking slam. The greasy butterball of a girl hadn’t been as agile as she once was in gym class, given her addiction to the latest cholesterol laden menu of Aiya’s. Having spent so many rainy days there with Yukiko, coaxing her best friend into trying the best of what the restaurant had to offer now, it played hell on her figure and her systems as Chie could not get a word out without it being accompanied by a –burrp- or a –phrrrmpp-, much to her embarrassment as she shook her blubberous body back and forth, hoping to get momentum into her sweaty