Alright, so where should I begin?

'Um... hello! I'm Tatsumori Yuuko, a 14 year old NEET who's only good at video games and programming. I hope we get along!'

Sure, I guess. I hope this works out well... But in all seriousness, I doubted that i was going to make any friends there. All I ever do is piss people off, anyway. Coming from my family, it makes sense, but still... It sucks.

"Yuuko-san? Yuuko-san? Are you there?"

'Oh, right. I'm in school. Gotta stay focused. Damn, the teacher's hot!'

"Yes. My name is Tatsumori Yuuko. I am a 14 year old author-in-training who's always looking for adventure. I hope we get along." Is what I tried to say, but instead said "Yes. My name is Tatsumori Yuuko. I have no relatives, I live in a crate, and i'm always depressed. I hope we grope along."

I had no words that could properly describe how bad I felt!

"He's weird."

The people in the classroom started  talking amongst themselves, judging me as I walked to my seat. Of course I knew the instant I sat down there would be a storm of comments asking the generic stuff like 'where are you from?' and 'what do you like?' and the more judgemental ones like 'why did you come to this school?' and 'how many people did you steal from on the way to school today?'. Putting it lightly, I looked like a drunk h*rry p*tter, if he was a mass murderer with a stick. So, after putting my belongings down on the desk, I immediately took out a 'do not disturb' card and an empty notebook from my bag and started drawing. This did nothing, and people started buzzing like flies.

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"You don't seem like the queer type. Just what happened up there? Got afraid?" The class thug, Joseph, asked.

"Yeah. Nothing wrong with being scared of a guy like you." I shot him a smile that was secretly a death flag.

"You seem smart. What's your strong suit?" A girl came from behind, looking down.

"Fighting, writing, and typing. And yours?" I replied with concern of her character. She seemed like the type who'd stab you in the back once she got a knife.

"Where did you come from?" Ignoring my question, she asked again, and I'm not sure how to answer.

"I came from nowhere." After replying with this, I got a lot of weird looks. But, the truth is always weird when it comes to my family, so i've gotten used to it. For the record, that comment I made about living in a crate earlier was not a lie.

After the commotion died down and the school day ended, everyone kept their distance from me. Whether this was out of fear, admiration, disgust, anger, or love in one case, I could not tell. Not that I cared about it. Having walking space is nice, though. 'Of course, if everyone's distancing themselves it must mean something was going to happen. I mean, this is a story about Isekai, right? Maybe the school Guardian's gonna kill me or something and I'll get sent to another world.' I thought, but little did I know that I was in the middle of the street in front of the school and a truck was coming at me without any sign of slowing.

"Yes! Finally! Thank you, Truck-sama!" I shouted, as I embraced the 18 wheeler with open arms.

'Fuck! Wasn't I supposed to go to another world already? I didn't think you'd actually have to die first!' In hindsight, this was a stupid thought, because I wasn't going to die, and it should have been obvious enough. After all, only my head and arms were blown off, so I should have lived, right? Nope! If my head wasn't magically attached to my body, I might have gone to another world! I hate this curse! Damned trucks! They always have anti-death spells on them!

"Damn you, Truck-kun!"