'Ahhhh...finally home!' Liz exclaimed as she threw herself on her sofa.
It was finally the summer holidays. She was free from teachers and rules and homework and early mornings. To top things off, her overbearing mother would be away the for the full duration of her freedom. It's not that Liz didn't love her mother, they just didn't get along too well. They were very different so it was music to her ears when her parents told her the news of her mother's work abroad just the day before.
'Hey Lizzy, is that you kiddo!?' Her father called from upstairs.
Now her dad, she could relate to. They had similar, if not the same, mind-sets. To sum it all up, they were two halves of the same coin. Believe me, the list of what they have in common would go on, so let's leave it at that.
'No! I'm a burglar! Gimme all your money and no one gets hurt!' She called back. Her sarcastic, quick wit? From her father. She heard his deep, relaxed laughter grow louder, along with his heavy footsteps, as he made his way down the stairs.
'You wanna go?' He mock challenged. Now because of his strong, muscular build, anyone else would have considered him a real threat if it weren't for the playful tone in his voice.
'You bet, old man!' Despite the tone though, she still loved a good challenge. She sprung quickly from her place on the sofa and pounced, swinging a kick his way. For a girl, Liz was pretty strong, and taller than the average female, yet she's still her father's daughter, so he managed to swat her assault away, having her land back on the sofa.
'I win, now get out of that sweaty uniform of yours.' He said dismissively yet kindly to his gender-bended mini-me of a daughter. Liz merely shrugged and hauled herself off of the sofa, her skin peeling away from the dark leather painfully.
'Aye, Sir!' She mock saluted and marched upstairs.
Liz sighed in discomfort as she closed her bedroom door behind her. As like a regular teenager, her room was cluttered with merchandise and posters and the like. Although some posters consisted of her favourite bands or motivational basketball and extreme sports posters (the odd one or two autographed), the majority of these posters were in fact for anime. Same went for the merchandise.
She had other things like books (nearly all of those being manga), a basketball, a skateboard, speakers, an amplifier, two guitars (one electric and the other acoustic) and of course a laptop. Now if you haven't already noticed, Liz is an OTAKU [1]. She has a fascination with all things Japanese. Even her phone's playlist consisted of music from anime or Vocaloid. Because of this, whenever her parents would ask her if she wanted something from the supermarket, she would ask for instant ramen, pocky, or both.
'It's too hot' She stated the obvious. The teen opened her window and let the warm summer breeze intoxicate her to a state of mind numbing, blissful tranquility. Letting out another sigh, though this time in content, she turned in search of the laptop she left on her bed in this morning's running late rush. But instead of finding said life source of all teenagers, she met the stares of eight pairs of eyes. Eight chibi faces, in fact. That's right, CHIBI!
Let me set the scene for those of you who are confused. Liz is standing in the middle of her Otaku room in her heavy, sticky summer uniform. She stares slack-jawed at the eight chibi styled anime characters sitting on her bed, staring back at her with more interest than, well whatever mixed feelings Liz had.
'What the HELL!?'
[1]
Otaku is a Japanese slang word which means someone who has a hobby that they spend more time, money, and effort on than normal people do. They know a lot about their hobby and things related to it; for example, an anime otaku might spend a lot of time watching anime, buy a lot of DVDs and other products, learn about the people who create anime (such as the people who draw it, or the people who make the voices of the characters), or create something (like music or drawings) about anime. Originally, otaku was a word to speak to someone from another family with respect.
In Japan, otaku is generally considered a rude word. Calling someone an otaku in Japan would be a very bad insult. However, in America, otaku is often used to refer to fans of anime and manga. In America, calling someone an otaku is not necessarily rude. In Australia the term "otaku" is seen not only as not rude but in a lot of anime fans' cases as a thing to be very proud of being called. The term "otaku" is used to mean a very knowledgeable geek, obsessed with anime; an extreme fan of anime and manga.
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