"You are so kawaii, adn."
"(=-=) Stop calling me cute, senpai."
"Why? You're the cutest kid I've met online"
Senpai could be annoying sometimes, but she was my senpai, and i could never be mad at her. Hold on you guys. You need to know what happened before this. I am going to start from the beginning.
It all started one day when i wanted to write a book. I opened the Google Play Store and saw this app called Wattpad. It was amazing! I could write books, and read books, and talk to people about books. And I could socialize while doing it! I loved it. I started reading a Naruto fanfiction called Reborn. It was really cool. I followed the person who wrote it, aaliswalker, and asked her to read my book, Powerless: a Boruto Fanfiction (which is also my book from wattpad. please check it out) and give me some feedback. Later that day, I got a message from her saying that my book was a little too fast-paced but other than that it was good (^-^). And so started a relationship like never before.
"The internet is amazing, walker-san! I met u on it. It has just one flaw tho..." I chatted to senpai.
"And what's that?" she chatted back.
"We wont know for sure if we r who we say we r. Which means we could pass up the chance for a good friend and not kno it. Ya kno what I mean?"
"Yes. And then you could meet a good person and not kno it and just leave them before you should've. It's kinda sad, really"
"I wish the internet had some way of verification."
"If only, if only."
"I gotta go to bed senpai. It's 2:30 here. I already stayed up until 5 talking to you before, but i need to go to bed earlier for once. Goodnight senpai!"
"Goodnight. My little adn is kawaii to the extreme!"
I went to my room and opened a real book. Not one from a screen. "Marked," by P.C. and Kristin Cast. I started up where I left off last time.
"From this day on, my life would never be the same. And for a moment--just an instant--I forgot the horror of not belonging and felt a shocking burst of pleasure, while deep inside of me the blood of my grandmother's people rejoiced." It was a good book. After a couple of pages I looked at the page number, 24, and went to sleep.
"Thank you senpai," I thought. "Thank you for talking to me."