Once upon a time, there lived in the pages of a book a human called Yazar Miller. He had just turned 13 a week ago. Even so he never enjoyed playing or anything other than reading (which it in itself was ironic, considering his name meant writer).
Yazar always found himself engulfed in the the words and sentences. he had started visiting the library as often as possible or simply reading online. Little by little, he became detatched from reality. Mixing up what was real and what was fiction. Even his parents where becoming increasingly worried since he wouldn't leave his room for days on end.
Yet they still tried bonding, which always conveniently failed. The parents thinking back to how... however they didn't let that deter them. Even knowing convincing him to spend time together was impossible.
While Yazar's parents didn't hate him they never bonded either. As if a stranger was living in there house. Another thing, that seemed to bother them was his features. Though his looks where average he looked as though he was adopted. He had black hair, brown eyes and tan skin which was odd with him never going outside. Mr and Mrs Miller had blond hair and blue eyes with an average body weight with slightly pink complexions. Mr Miller being 180cm and Mrs Miller being 170cm. Not to mention, there naturally bubbly and extroverted personalities. Yet, there son was the exact opposite, being completely introverted and silent.
While his parents could tolerate the quiet, Yazar's classmates seemed to heavily disagree. However, surprisingly so, he had managed to get a massive total of
…one friend, that friend being the narrator of this story. Manipulating the original story.