Okay, so I've never written in a guys perspective before. Okay yes, I've written as Freddie Benson before, but I haven't had 80-odd episodes of The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya to watch to familiarize myself with Koizumi's mind. So, as said, this story will be out of character for Koizumi.
Sorry if there's some missing apostrophes or other punctuation, I copied this from a notepad file.
Another day, another trudge up the hill leading to North High School, another stop at the shoe lockers, another nonchalant walk down the hall leading to class 1-9, the feeling of calm shattered as the students enter. I don't fit in here.
The girls in their sailor uniforms, chattering excitedly about who-knows-what, the guys in their jackets and ties grumbling and acting stupid, I don't fit in here.
They call me the pretty boy, teacher's pet, the suck-up, the different one. Oh, and I can't possibly forget 'the one with the weird hair'. I mean really, come on. My hair is not that weird, is it?
The impeccable one, the one with his shirt tucked in, the one with his tie the right length and the buttons of his shirt done up to a respectable level.
The one who is always smiling about everything and the one who agrees with everything.
The irrevocably happy one.
You see guys like Taniguchi, the player. Kunikida, the innocent one. Kyon, the serious one.
I still don't fit in here.
Esper?
I fit in there.
But how many other students attending North High are espers?
The SOS Brigade?
I fit in there.
But how many other students - besides the other four members- in their right mind would join?
The Organization?
Do I even fit in there anymore? One of the lowest ranks?
Where do I, Itsuki Koizumi, pretty boy, fit in?
