It was a sunny afternoon.

Birds were chirping high in the trees.

Crickets creak...

CREAKED.

I was in the back of the school, having a nice, nice walk.

Behind me was a person with thick swirly glasses, a huge nose and a mustache.

A woman.

It's the first time I'm being stalked, so I'm clueless on what to do.

Thus, I went to the cafeteria.

And ate macaronis.

I hate macaronis.

Why I ate them was a mystery and forever will be.

The woman with the thick swirly glasses, a huge nose and a mustache was still stalking me.

She jotted down notes about how I took the fork,

ate something

and spat out something after every five mouths.

Sometimes, I felt her stare stab me and finally,

I SCREAMED.

Then everything went black.

No seriously.

There was a blackout.

Then there was another scream.

"YOSHIROOO! I LOVE YOU!"

It was probably the woman with the thick swirly glasses, a huge nose and a mustache.

Words spilled out of her mouth. (like when some idiot spills their macaroni for no good reasons)

And I spilled my macaroni.

Now everyone knew of me.

My ten years of hard work to make no one notice me…

SHATTERED.

SHATTERED. Into thousands of tiny pieces.

What now?

She owes me 10 YEARS WORTH OF MACARONI.

But what the heck.

I hate macaroni.

Then a light shone…

Yeah, the light came on again.

And I had ran off.

So nobody knew who was this "Yoshiro".

I ran into the classroom, a pretty safe place to be, and hid under the table.

People who pass didn't stare more than once.

Then the woman with the thick swirly glasses, a huge nose and a mustache appeared.

This was getting creepy.

She bent down…

And GREETED ME.

Now everyone knows who Yoshiro is.

I ought to get a plane ticket to Australia or something and do some scuba diving, then climb a random tree and get to the top of a skyscraper and…

Go to Italy and eat Pasta, learn some music and rob a museum and…

Go to Dubai and get to the top of Burj Khalifa and do what many people do…

Take pictures, then…

Eat something inedible and get food poisoning and die.

I, who live an 'UNNOTICED' life, do NOT want to die epicly and let everyone know your name after you die.

I want to die like any average person.

"Yoshiro~ I. Love. You."

The woman with the thick swirly glasses, a huge nose and a mustache, who honestly did not have any thick swirly glasses, a huge nose and a mustache anymore said.

"You should know me,"

She said, with a smile. (It didn't seemed force, and that was bad)

"No, I don't,"

I replied. HONESTLY. People shouldn't lie, it breaks people heart…

Well, but if you're TOO honest, it kills them even more.

Like when you call someone fat, or stupid.

Then random people started appearing and screaming at me for not knowing the woman with the thick swirly glasses, a huge nose and a mustache, who honestly did not have any thick swirly glasses, a huge nose and a mustache anymore.

Seriously. Random. One of them was an astronaut.

Then the woman with the thick swirly glasses, a huge nose and a mustache, who honestly did not have any thick swirly glasses, a huge nose and a mustache anymore said to me,

"It's ok. My name is Suzume, Aizawa Suzume. I like cake, strawberries, the colour orange, cinnamon, fairies, cats…"

And she started giving me a list of what she liked, some didn't even matter or make sense.

Like 'I like my mother's friend's sister's son's friend's teacher's brother's cooking' and 'I think I would like to paint my room grey'.

BUT!

The next thing I knew,

I was popular.

The thousand pieces of 10 years effort stayed on the ground. (not that it even existed)

What would come next would be a mystery.

Actually, I already know.

HINT: Read next chapter.

Still, we won't know what will happen…


Author's Notes :D

Sheesh. It feels like it will become some story where they have powers and stuff like that. And I'm finally writing a story. Still quite short, but hope it's funny ^^