Prologue

My name …doesn’t really matter. I mean I don’t particularly like my name anyway. After all the only time it gets said is when I’m told do this or do that.

But that’s fine. After all, the only thing I really care about doesn’t need my name. Nope. All it needs is for me to make the hard choice of picking her out of a line of them, and then have me to give her my undivided attention.  She provides entertainment and more often than not makes me feel things I can’t even describe.

Book-chan how I love you.

What did you think I was talking about?

…Pervert

Well leaving that aside.

A book that I’ve been I’ve been waiting for patiently for has finally come out and naturally I hop, skip jump all the to the book store.

Actually… not really. After all who has the energy for that. However I think you get what I mean.

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And now that I’ve finally got my precious its time to get my ass back home so I can finally give book-chan the special treatment she deserves. Since it would be rude to read her while walking after all. I mean would you want to talk to someone while they….  The fuck was that.

Lets take a moment from me drooling on the cover of this book to review the past 5 seconds.

I’m standing on a street corner waiting for the light. Casually looking at the book in my hands in a way that is proper, not weird, and most certainly not drool related. When all of a sudden I hear some sort of crash, which to be honest I don’t give a damn about, if some asshole wants to run a light and get his car wrecked that’s his business. However what does bother me is the truck behind them that had to swerve to avoid them.

JUST KIDDING

It missed by like not even few centimeters worse thing that happened to me is falling on my ass. Which admittedly is not very ladylike, but it is about 30-40 times more ladylike than being crushed by a truck. After all this isn’t some light novel where getting killed by trucks grants special reincarnation perks.

 So know that we’re all caught up….

Wait aren’t I next to a gas station.

“FUCK” (me)

Yes the truck hit the pump

Yes the gas is shooting out everywhere

No it doesn’t blow up

Time to leave

With those thoughts I grab book-chan, get up and go to make my timely exit when I notice the last thing I ever see. The first crash involved the pole that used to hold up the power cords. Now all I can do is watch as the gas puddle hits the fallen cords.

…What the fuck is this

A Final Destination Movie?

BOOM