I've always been obsessed. Ever since I was about seven and first discovered the series, I'd become wrapped up in my obsession. What exactly is the object of my obsession you ask? Yu-gi-oh. That's right, Yu-gi-oh. The series built around playing a children's card game. I remember when I went to Target with my mom; I would always run to the section that had the Yu-gi-oh cards. I'd sneak a deck or two into the cart so by the time we reached check out; she'd have to buy them to escape the embarrassment of saying no in front of a cashier and a line full of people. Is that considered devious? Probably, but hey, I was a little punk. As soon as I had returned from those shopping trips, I'd head straight up to my tower; as my dad liked to refer to it. I'd enter my room that was covered in posters and shut the door. Now, you're probably wondering what my room looks like right? Because let's be honest, what's a story without explaining every single minute detail? Well if you came here looking for that kind of stuff, you'll have to look elsewhere. All you need to know about my room is that it didn't help to stub out my obsession. Yu-gi-oh posters covered my walls, practically concealing every last inch of white paint. One character in particular predominantly occupied the posters. Seto Kaiba. He was my favorite. I would always make up scenarios in my mid that he'd move in next door to me. Or he'd come to my school one day and say, "Hey Baby. How about you move back to Japan with me?" But that would be completely out of his character. A seven year old can dream right? One could say that my…uh…hobby needed changing. Can you really blame me though? As I grew older, my obsession began to die down. By the time I reached middle school, I had stopped watching the show, reading the manga, and collecting the cards completely. The posters came down and were stored in the attic to be forgotten among old baby clothes and furniture. I didn't want to give up my hobby. But being obsessed with a series that was "for babies" would make me a social outcast. As much as I loved Yu-gi-oh, my need to be accepted was stronger. It wasn't until my senior year of high school that I'd rediscover my obsession. I was scrolling through channels on my television, trying to find a show that didn't make me want to put my head through a wall, cause let's face it, a lot of TV shows are like that these days. I stopped scrolling when I reached a familiar show. Can you guess which show that was? That's right. That show was Yu-gi-oh. I sat there watching it for two hours, reliving my childhood. As soon as the episodes ended for the day, I headed up to the attic to find my treasured childhood objects. My obsession began to pick up speed again. I'd come home from rehearsals every day and watch the episodes that I had recorded. I even found myself writing and reading fanfiction. If you know me personally, you know that this means that my obsession may be a bit intense. I started thinking about how cool it would be to meet Eric Stuart, and Dan Green, and Wayne Grayson, and the whole rest of the cast. To me, that dream seemed a lot more realistic than the one of meeting the characters that I had when I was seven. At least that's what I thought until I actually met them. But I'm getting ahead of myself. I haven't even told you my name yet. I'm Hailee Adams and this is my story. And before you ask, no this story isn't a clichéd, sappy romance novel. I didn't end up living happily ever after with one of the characters from the show. Nope, I'm not that lucky.
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Hey guys! FutureStar27 here! So, I don't know why but I really wanted to try a self-insert story. I was scrolling through fan fiction and I found this pretty decent one. Once I finished reading it I thought, hm a self insert could be fun to write and thus this story was born. Let me know what you guys think and if you want me to continue!
