Weird Random Things To Say の小説・ストーリー

I quickly leave ______ High school a place for the weird and unweird, funny thing is I'm the weirdest here, I only got one friend and that happens to be my bestie, and I love her so much, but sometimes I feel if she gets to know the real me that she'd think am a freak and leave or she'll tell the authorities or even if she happens to accept me, I'd feel like her pet cause come on am practically an animal, my thought gets interrupted by a loud horn

Time seemed to have stood still. Zaine's big brown eyes are wide and they are looking at me with what I fear may be shock. What did I just say? Where did that idea even come from? Seriously now. That thought has never even crossed my mind before and then I blurt it out?! Maybe that coffee had not sobered me up as much as I had hoped. Either that or my brain was full on malfunctioning, because that has to be the craziest thing I think I may have said!

he muttered, almost to himself. The word should’ve stung. It didn’t. The way he said it wasn’t cruel it was bemused, almost fond. Like he was turning the idea over in his head, trying to decide whether weird was a dealbreaker or something he could live with. Like maybe, just maybe, he was trying to figure me out too. I decided to push back. Humor was my only reliable weapon in situations like this. “Weird is just another word for interesting,” I said, forcing a grin I didn’t feel. “You’re welcome.”

“The universe sent me wisdom. And comedy.” “You—!” she stomped her foot. “That was private parent conversation! You’re not allowed to store embarrassing data on your tenants!” “I’m not storing anything,” he replied calmly. “Just wondering if the earrings on the stick figure helped the examiner remember the answer.” She turned a shade of red no artist could paint. And in her flustered fury, as she stomped again — one of her delicate silver anklets snapped off and fell onto the stairs with a soft metallic ting.

He had just unknowingly spoilt my mood. "I am just an insurance policy for him," I said and took a sip of my drink. "So, what have you been doing for fun here?" He asked me. "Nothing, watch television, go on runs, swim in the lake and sleep," I said with a bored tone. "You must be very bored," he said to me, and I nodded. "Do you like fighting?" he asked, and I didn't know how to answer his question. "It depends," I said, opting for the safest answer.

I pleaded. She grinned mischievously once again. "Oh Grealish, don't you see? I'm here to teach you a valuable lesson. Life is unpredictable, and sometimes it throws you an unexpected curveball. You've spent far too much time worrying about the mundane. It's time to embrace the chaos and find laughter in the absurdity of it all!" What the fuck? She's crazy!

I compose a message to send to the group chat, my fingers swiftly typing the words as I try to steady my thoughts. "Hey, everyone, I’m fine. I’m back at the museum in Millenium Park, looking at a painting that has captivated my mind. I just need some space right now. Everything has just happened at once, and I need time to think. Please don’t worry. I will get back to you soon."

she said with a small laugh and I mentally rolled my eyes at her audacity to outrightly call me mad. "I hope you don't take offence to what I just said because I didn't mean it maliciously at all and I only said it because I'm worried about you. Being weird isn’t something I’d consider a good thing and you may not know this since you don't remember but, you sometimes act like a normal person which is your usual self and then sometimes you just completely act...," she was saying but I interjected.

) the __________ of doubts, will take you to exotic places in your mind. If the world was a nicer place to live in, I wish I could (your deepest wish) ________ And just grab the (name something you can grab outside of your house) ___________. If I did, I will end up (think about the worst thing about you) __________ . At the same time get stuck on smelling the (name something weird that smells)________. Because I know what I am capable of. (Your favorite holiday) _________ is as joyful as the mourning of those who got lost.

“Would it be too surreal for you if I offered you a cup of tea? Or coffee. Or I have hot chocolate, if you prefer.” “Too much for me? You’re not weirded out?” Aiden asks, and there’s still an uneasy tension to him, one that makes me want to smooth the creases out from between his eyes and tuck something warm into his hands. “Aiden, you met Bellmouth, and he’s not the end of everything strange in my life. My weirdness meter maxed out then broke years ago. Are you weirded out?"