Probably More Of A Curse

 Is it a blessing or a curse? The truth is that I don't even know. Is it the society or me who decides that?

My inability to lie was decent at home. My mom homeschooled me, and I got treated like an archangel because I would judge the case whenever there was a quarrel. After all, I can't lie.

But of course, there were more disadvantages than advantages. Whenever I broke something or stole money, I would get asked about it, and I would IMMEDIATELY confess my sins. So not only does this ability or disability makes me unable to lie, but it also makes me fess up the truth. So it's probably more of a curse.

After I finished my 3rd year of middle school (at home) my mom got tired of teaching me. So she enrolled me at Miyamoto High. I was excited since it was my first time going to school. And of course, I wanted to get famous overnight. So I used the idiotic power bestowed upon me to dye my hair blue.

On the first day of school, as soon as I passed the first gate, everyone was looking at me like I was a celebrity, so my confidence reached that of God himself, and at that moment, I remembered my first dream and the reason I was born: To get a Harem.

Now you may ask, "Why the hell do you want a Harem?" Well, you see, Don't you think it's cool to have a bunch of girls fighting over you because they want you to date one of them, and then, in the end, you end up picking none of them?

I don't know why but I think it's cool.

So I went into class trying to make an excellent first impression. So I dragged my blue hair with my hands like an MC from a shoujo manga. When the teacher asked me to introduce myself, I got up with the confidence that only the Devil himself can rival. I put my feet on my chair and, oh boy, I was in my ZONE, and I spoke with a voice loud as thunder and as clear as the blue seas and said my name is Shoko Asako.

I know what you're thinking, these are two girl names but its not my fault; there are rumors that my ancestor changed the family name to his wife's name so we could remember her, and the reason my name is a girl's name is something my weeb father can only answer.

After I had finished making that speech, my pride level was something that would make the Devil jealous. Afterward, everyone was like, "omg, he dyed his hair?" and "Woah, cool hair" I was overjoyed by their mere smiles already, so the happiness I had could last a person for a whole year.

But little did I know of the troubles yet to come in my high school life.