A 16 year old boy was reading a manga novel.
He had black hair in an emo style, blue eyes, pale skin and dressed in a blue t-shirt with a grey smiley, black jeans and black boots.
The teen was named Dib. He was like any normal teen, with the expection of his obsession with manga novels and the supernatural.
He knows that they aren't real, but the way its been used always interested him.
He was reading them since he was five years old. No one called him crazy or anything, just his obsession.
He sighed. At the though of any age of a child, it gives him memories of his childhood.
It was sorta like any normal childhood, expect for his evil teacher he had in the third grade and his sister who tries to beat anyone who interuppts her game.
He hadn't had any real friends, he rather just draw. His father always tried to get him in the family buiness, scince. But, he never cared about that. He just wanted to do his own thing.
He always hunged out with his cousion, Squee. His parents abonded him when Dib was only three. He didn't really mind. They hang out a lot. Dib usially told Squee stories of peaceful things, rather then all of the scary things.
Squee, unlike Dib, gets scared really easily. He was scared of Dib's nighbor, a creepy guy named Johnny C.
He was always dressed in black. He gets annoied really easily. Squee belives that if anyone came over his house, they died. He belives that Johnny used the blood of his victoms to paint a wall.
Dib knows that Squee's overeacting. Johnny was werid, yes, but not insane.
He sighed. He wished his life was like a manga novel, intresting with unspecting turns.
He looked at the ceiling a lot. He sighed.
Then, the phone rang.
"Hi sis."
"What the heck are you sound so sad?"
"Mom what?!?!?!?!?!?!"