Tsuki's POV

Alright, leaving off from the last chapter, I have an abusive family. Yup, not much more to say about it.

My father, if you want to call him that, is called Bruce Changstein, and my mother, if you want to call her that, is named Francine Changstein.

I used to have an older sister, but I don't really know what happened to her, I only remember her face, but even that's a blurry image.

What I remember of her is her bright green eyes and startlingly jet black hair that contrasted with her extremely pale skin. That's about it.

Anyways, back to the topic of my life, I really don't know why you want to know anything about me. I've lead a pretty boring life, not anything to it, and all I've seen are my textbooks and the random people at my school.

Though I don't have any friends now, it just means that I can make new friends later... if I want to.

I like to think of myself as the personification of the American spirit. I rarely go outside, watch tv all day, am occasionally angsty, and eat junk food all day. I perfectly symbolize the life of a stereotypical white American child.

Okay, what else to write about, let's see... do you even know what I look like? Of course you don't! Gods, I'm such an idiot. So, apparel, um, I have two different colored eyes, I'm pretty sure that's called something, but I'm too lazy to look it up. One eye, more specifically my left eye, is a pale blue while my right eye is a dull purple.

I usually wear my hair down, like most guys, and it's not really long. It is shaggy, messy, and has not been brushed in many months, but I think it works for me (A/N if you're going for the hobo look). My hair is colored a dark, almost chocolate, brown that I think I got from Francine, though hers is a little lighter.

I have pale skin that is dotted with freckles and, I hate to admit this, but I need glasses. I don't actually have any, because Francine and Bruce never bothered to get me checked out much less get glasses, but judging by how most of the time everything is a blurry blob of nothingness, I'm pretty sure I'm almost completely blind.

Well, now that you know what I look like, I guess you need something else to get rid of your under-appetited imagination. I guess I could tell you about the school I'm going to, or maybe describe the house I live in, or perhaps describe what Francine and Bruce look like... but that would take too long, and as you already know, I'm the personification of AMERICA, FUCK YEA!! Sorry, I just remembered that meme. He he, me-me.

Right! Off topic! I might have ADHD or something as well, I'll probably never know though. Huh, was the sky ever that blue... OML WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING TO ME!!! AHHHH. calm. Must remain calm, for the purposes of the story (A/N I'm not sorry).

Alrighty, maybe I should stop explaining and start the actual fucking story now, I think I've dragged this on long enough (A/N but I could drag it on longer).

Okay, the day is November 1st, 2020, and it's been one month since school started. I have no friends to speak of, and I have no teachers that like me (or know of me), I have the worst possible school with the worst possible people, so hopefully I'll be able to survive the school year
(A/N yea, hopefully *evil cackling*).
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Hello my kitties! Next chapter is the one in which the actual plot begins, yay! I felt like I needed to add these beginning chapters for the sake of comedy and my own boredom, so sorry if you didn't like it or you were bored with the story having no actual plot.

I just needed to add in a filler, or something to get a image in your thick skull of what the protagonist looks like, and yes, I was too bored to look up what the two-different-eye colored-eyes-on-one-person thing is called. Don't judge.