For My Weirdo Novels & Stories

Well, here’s the backstory: The day had begun with good intentions. She’d woken up determined to find a *legitimate* job, an ambitious thought given her track record. While strolling through Armsville, her eyes fell on a notice tacked up outside the general store: **“Workers needed for various tasks at Mr. Bradley's. Strong men wanted. Compensation to be discussed with Mr. Bradley. I'll be waiting."** Perfect, she thought—until the store owner snapped her back to reality. "I’ve warned you about hanging around my store, you little rat!" The middle-aged Ms. Tiffany scolded, broom in hand.

I shouted enough for her to her "Weird humans" I said to myself "Can't they ever stop being creepy?" I thought.

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Thank God, her profile was anonymous, so no one could actually track her that easily. "Hello. So there’s this weird kid in my class who acts all strange and all, freaking out about the weirdest things. So embarrassing. Last time the weirdo freaked out about a drawing. A simple drawing!! WHO DOES THAT? I mean, haha, you can’t even be a popular kid, despite the obvious boon you have. Nope. Instead, you’re the class number one weirdo. Congratulations, weirdo. Lol I hope you are happy about the people you left behind.

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I shrugged. The white haired male looks like he’s reflecting a lot. Well, it’s a given if he’s talking to me. I am the most oddballest oddball of my family, confirmed by my anime and manga loving circle. People talking to me either ended the conversation quite instantly, or trudge deeper into the verge of madness facing my strange behavior. I just can’t help it, God adds more odd personality when creating me so here I am, a strange kid named Marcus Collins. The male sucked a sharp gasp, obviously at the verge of osing his patience. I am quite apologetic for him but that’s what you get if you talk to me.

She turned away, her disapproval palpable. I slumped back in my seat, exhaling heavily. "Hey, I was just trying to help," I grumbled, the words slipping out before I could stop them. Emilia rounded on me, her gaze searing. "Help? I'm a child. What did you think this was?" I shrugged, discomfort prickling under my skin. "I don't know. Bonding, I guess? Isn't that what this is supposed to look like?" A sneer curled Emilia's lips, the expression so jarring, so out of place on her young face that a chill raced down my spine. For a moment, I was reminded of Pennywise, that demented clown from the movie.

I made out with the second hottest bachelor at Standford Highschool. Our high school is like a shark tank. A shark tank full of minnows. I hate being a struggling minnow in that tank. I am Nemo. My gimpy fin will show any time it wishes. Like him, I always struggled to swim. At least Nemo is brave.

He will come again. I didn't know what to do, should I be happy because my other personality came out and now I can get a proper treatment or should I be sad because my other personality has found himself a mate. And I don't know anything about her. I need to go to the bank to get the money my dad sent me. I am working as a freelancer but I am also getting money from my dad because of my expenses and treatment.