Normal People Explained Novels & Stories

1) Mini Map ( N/A) Skills: Passive:- Intimidation ( Mid) Martial Arts ( High) Weapon Mastery ( High) Versatile Works ( High) Active:- Identify ( N/A) Special Traits: Calm Minded ( Possess abnormal control of own mental state even in a dire situation) Limitless physical growth ( Given due to inability to master Magic in Fantasma) Modern Man ( Possess advanced knowledge and social norms far surpassing any civilization on Fantasma) }} "…..high human?….why??..". I know and am sure that I'm a normal homo sapiens, But why am I labeled as High human?.

This was the comfiest restaurant chair I had ever sat in. "Nobody is normal." I said. "Oh. Well, it's true, isn't it? Everybody has something strange about them, that when seen we would say they aren't 'normal'." "I'm normal." "So you say." "You're saying you think I'm lying?" "I'm saying I'm not yet in a position to know what's... abnormal... about you. You might also not yet be in that position." I shifted uncomfortably in my seat at the mention of that.

I know how cute and feisty they can be. Casper and some people who couldn't remember their names were here. Then a group of people entered at once with the flier on their hands. They all had confused looks on their faces. From the woman standing beside me, I learnt they were humans. The abnormal ones. This was the side effect of posting the flier. I snapped my fingers and Kellan brought out the non-disclosure form. They were truly abnormal because no normal human will leave their homes for a meeting for the abnormal.

I love to eat anything Jace : haha Blue was suddenly quiet, Jace mentioned something that she was wondering about. She decided to ask him Blue: Jace what's a model Jace: it's a type of person who has a perfect body whose job is to wear and show new styles of clothes and be photographed wearing them usually for advertisement. They're always on a diet so they could maintain their body shape. Blue: sounds like what humans do Rainbow : humans? Oh no! Humans are scary. Don't talk about them

“It isn’t that I don’t like people as a whole, but in my experience, I have found most people are assholes. Greedy assholes.” I burst into laughter. “Well, gee, when you put it like that.” “I don’t mean only greedy with money. I mean in general. Greedy with my time, their time, their needs. All of it. I’m not normal. I’m not like you. I could never talk to everyone in the room and remember their names or treat them like I give a shit about them. You do that and you do it very well.” I thought about what he said. “I think because I like people in general.”

"What makes you ask that?" "Some of the kids at school talk about me. They say I'm too mature for my age. That I act like an adult sometimes." My heart squeezed. "You're not weird, Maya. You're special." "Special feels the same as weird." "It's not. Special means you have gifts other people don't have. That doesn't make you weird. It makes you extraordinary." Maya leaned against me. "Sometimes I wish I was just normal. Like the other kids." "Normal is overrated."

There was a hint of smile in his eyes. "You plan to go like this or is this show just for me?" He questioned again. Ohh.. I get it now. That was what he asked before. What the heck is happening to me? Why can't I behave like a normal human being. That's because you aren't normal. I am normal, thank you very much. This stupid inner voice. How can she say I'm not normal. Cause normal people don't talk to themselves like this and ignore the person talking to them.

The world went through a disaster and managed to emerge from the chaos of destruction. In the process, every nook and cranny underwent a drastic change. Normal people's lives were affected the most out of it. "The reason why we say that normal people live underwent the most drastic change was that a new definition of normal has emerged in this world. The topography is in no way the same. The environment morphed itself to support all the new mutations brought by the emergence of this wormhole."

I laughed, trying to picture my ever-professional assistant outside the office. "I honestly can't imagine her having a social life. She always looks like she was born with a planner in one hand and a tablet in the other." "I know," Norman said with an amused shake of his head. "Apparently she's capable of leaving the office and behaving like a normal human being." "I refuse to believe it until I see evidence." He laughed. "I suppose we'll find out on the trip." I felt my excitement growing. "You're actually serious about this?" "Completely serious. We've all spent the last few weeks dealing with one crisis after another. Every conversation revolves around work, court cases or Dennis. I think

It was actually really great how he was just being normal, like every other average human unlike other wealthy people who would never even be caught in a street like this or a town like this or even a diner this small. I liked and enjoyed the fact that he was just being him and having fun with it. You should see many rich people out there; their attitudes disgust me sometimes. Why the fuck do they usually be like that? I mean, I get the fact that you grew up rich and you never ever suffered a day in your entire life, you literally had everything handed to you on a platter of gold and you never lacked anything but can you act normal and regard other regular humans? Please.