Socially Awkward Book Novels & Stories

The person smiled, their eyes crinkling at the corners, and whispered, "Don't mind me. Just keep reading." I was feeling increasingly awkward, so I decided to stand up, pretending to go and grab another book. As I stood, he stood as well. "Are you leaving?" He asked, his tone tinged with disappointment. I hesitated, unsure of what to say. "I was just going to get another book," I said, feeling my face flush. "Oh, okay," his voice clipped, looking slightly deflated. "Do you mind if I keep you company?" I bit my lip, unsure of what to say. On the one hand, I didn't want to be rude. But on the other hand, I wasn't sure if I was ready to spend more time with this person.

Looks like I've learned another lesson to the saying; don't judge the book by its title. Even with the flaw in my codename, The Seven Sins of Underground Society sounds great and is not horrible to listen to. It's amusing to consider that whoever it was that I had attempted to drive away at the time would still be my buddies. There's nothing wrong with being weird; they might even be weirdos. My pals could even infect me without my knowledge. Nice ... I can call one of my pals.

We had seamlessly transitioned from heavy, soul-baring trauma to quick-fire twenty questions, and finally landed on just talking absolute, comfortable rubbish. I was genuinely amazed by how much we had in common. Our views on parenting, our favourite sports teams, how many kids we vaguely wanted in the distant future... it was uncanny. I found myself feeling incredibly relaxed, as if I had known her intimately for years, rather than just having met her face-to-face that very morning amidst the chaos of a soft play centre. "So I told her, 'I'm so sorry, Madam, but Masemann Publishing is absolutely not going to publish your three-hundred-page book of charcoal phallus drawings!'" Tiana laughed,

She always seems so disconnected from everything and everyone at school. Maybe she’s just more comfortable in settings like this, away from the social pressures and drama of high school. Or maybe she has social anxiety that makes it hard for her to interact normally with our classmates. I know I sometimes feel more like myself when I’m away from school too. The book launch continues for about an hour, with the author reading several passages from different chapters of her novel. She has a talent for creating suspense, and I find myself genuinely wanting to read the rest of the book to find out how the mystery gets solved.

Like liquid pain coursing through his veins as he fell on his bed. For a split second, he wanted to end it all; his life, the world, everything. Nothing seemed to matter. There was nobody to love him. An unattractive socially awkward teenager that nobody took seriously. End it. A voice in his head said. End it all. They, your parents never wanted you anyway. See how they adore Angel over you. Remember when you told them your dreams and they frowned in disgust while you poured your heart out? They are too close-minded for your vastness.

It didn’t say anything about the animals or people of that land. Erica got tired and bored and closed the book, “This is so damn boring,” she sighed and closed the book and pushed it away. “May be you can put yourself back,” she talked to the book and then looked around, she felt ashamed, what if someone saw her talking to a book. Talking to a book? Damn it, Erica quickly got up and rushed towards her bag, she pulled out her diary from it and sighed. She was so caught p in all the drama that she forgot about it.

The reason I undoubtedly despise the people in this area is due to the fact that every single one of them is exactly the same, fake. I have precisely one month of university life left. After that, I really need to get out and just see the world. The people in this area seem to think that I am just this common jock that goes around and breaks the heart of any unlucky female foolish enough to be interested in the likes of me. However, what they don’t know is that I am nothing special, I am just as awkward as anyone my age, if not more. To prove a point, just today I approached this raven-haired goddess of a woman, hoping that I would be able to talk her up and possibly take her out on a date.

He stuck his tongue out. I laughed at their silly argument. Me, being socially awkward, doesn't know how to converse with them. "Miss Alonso, I noticed how quiet you are. If you don't mind me asking, are you uncomfortable with us?" My mouth agape open. I waved my hands and shook my head. "No, not at all. I'm just kinda siya and I'm kinda socially, uh you know, awkward." I felt guilty for it. I didn't know they would think I am uncomfortable with them.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” I scoff and smile. My face is burning up when I finally turn and leave. He says things like that now and it always catches me off guard. I also have no idea what to say back! So, I laugh it off and run away as fast as possible. Social situations can be a little tough for me still, but I’m trying to acclimate as best I can. It’s hard running a charity if you don’t have a good fake smile and laugh at the ready. That took way to long to master! Small talk is still a very tough mountain to climb. It’s so awkward and then when you run out of things to say there’s this awkward silence when your mind scatters to think of something else to say. Anything else! Ultimat

I rather lock myself in my room and bury myself in my books. I don't do people. Anything that has to do with talking, or interacting with others, is out of the question for me. I don't like being around anyone, no matter how much I try, I just like being alone! Call me awkward if you want, I just can't be around people for too long! It's just....not me.