Ludicrous Introvert
Intro
Most students dream. They dream of their futures, of achieving great things in the ambiguous non-reality of "some day".
I dream of my own death.
It's not that I necessarily want to die, nor am I depressed. It's just that nobody would mind if it happened.
I suppose I'm ranting at this point, so let me back up a bit. My name is X, and yes, that is my full name. In case you're wondering, I chose my name after running away from the orphanage so very long ago, where my name was… well, it actually doesn't matter what it was. They made up a name for me after I was abandoned in front of the place, so I don't have a real name accept for what I have decided for myself.
Now then, this is a story of how I became relatively well-known within Beacon Academy, or at least had a minute of fame. It is a story filled with plot-points and details… oh, sorry, "life-changing experiences" and "events". In any case, I hope you enjoy it. Well, not really, I'm just trying to sound nice.