Normal People Common Sense Media Novels & Stories

(eg when Kayley speaks, the format will be as this: Kayley ~ “Mike, what an awesome surprise. Where have you been?” Full adaptation will be dependent on the popularity of the old Interactive Story. Let me know what you think, of My Crazy Normal. Happy reading, Tatum Whispers ******************** I have never been a normal person; I have never done things the normal way, I have never lived by any of the normal rules or even met people the normal way. My normal is crazy, and I only live by my crazy rules. My name is Kaylee. This is my story, the story of my crazy normal world.

If one knows, they all know. “I mean, the guy has to go to work, and you know, sometimes sleep, right? Unless her dad’s a robot. Her dad isn’t some robo-dad, is he?” Collin smirked with a quiet chuckle. I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “I don’t think Mr. Shiraishi is a cyborg or android. Just a toxic shithead of a human being that needs to stop screwing with my friend’s life.” I snorted.

First meeting. America Alexey came out of the entrance and heard a madman shouting from the fifth floor: "go to hell with your Democracy!". Then Alexey dodged a slipper flying at him, which the madman from the fifth floor threw out of the window. Alexey thought: "After all, indeed! What is Democracy? How do our people understand this word?". He decided to ask ordinary people on the street about what they say every single day in the news reports on TV, as if they want to hypnotize us so that we believe in the reality of its existence. The first thing he did was go to the grocery store to talk to someone about it. He walked over to the merchandiser and spoke to him:

I adjusted Andrew in my arms, suddenly aware of how close everything felt—the children, the apartment, him sitting opposite me like this was routine. “You know,” he continued lightly, “you are holding a baby, I am holding a baby, sitting opposite each other, eating, struggling through life together…” He tilted his head. “What do you expect people to think?” “I expect them to use common sense,” I said. He laughed under his breath. “We still have to correct people when they are wrong.” I opened my mouth to respond— But then the television behind him flickered. A news broadcast. A reporter’s voice cut through the room, crisp and professional.

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gone near some place were seen dead multiple times, on various occasions. But it was only a rumour there was no fact I didn’t confirm the press and media doesn’t function anymore so the best thing to do is just listen to word of mouth.” He said, “It’s like we’re in the years before civilization it’s crazy. I never thought things would go back this lane, everything felt easier and information was spread faster and reliably with the internet but now nothing of that exists, just phone calls and some old CD players to watch movies, These are crazy times.” Nick said, looking so frustrated. I was frustrated too, several things weren’t right and this wasn’t the world I lived in a year ago. Several

Well till then. I know this sounds a lot like the end, and probably the worse way to end my story, a lot of things are left out, a lot of in answered question, but who says my story has ended? My abnormal life is just beginning, what do you expect from someone who's abnormally normal?.

But the interventions are smaller. More precise. Less draining. Because they’re supported by context. I notice how others check themselves now. Someone pauses mid-sentence and says, “Actually, that’s too neat.” Another suggests building in a delay—not because of risk, but because of fairness. These moments don’t make headlines. They don’t feel triumphant. They feel normal. Which is the highest form of success. Normalization. I reflect on how tempting it would have been to leave earlier. How clean that exit might have felt.

That is not even a home it's a house where so many humans live under a single roof. In that house there is Mr. Danielle Anderson and his wife Mrs. Julia Anderson and me a mistake, their so called daughter who is a burden on them and good for nothing. I'm nothing to them and they are nothing to me. But infront of media they show how much they love me. And in reality, they didn't even know in which school I study what I like and dislike.