Let's begin, my name is Rin Morgan, your average dude who became a shut-in after being bullied throughout all his school years.
I don't have a high drive for anything, relatively, nothing at all.
I stay cooped up in my room, watch anime, and read comics and novels.
Well, it used to be like that till I came across writing, which I realized I had an aptitude for.
"Whoa, it's kind of exciting to become an author," I voiced with anticipation noticeable in my tone.
I stretched my arms out, cracked my fingers, and finally got to clicking and clacking away at my laptop.
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Months passed and I saw little to no progress, none of my works would blow up. I was just adding goods to an unused stock.
I still managed to make a little amount of money from each book, but having no readers was a real buzzkill.
"Why do all my novels flop when these overused tropes are blowing up so much? I even used them in one of my novels and it still failed. Does this site hate me?!" I complained while itching my scalp, needing a break from all this.
"Hm?" My eyes darted in the direction of my window, the blinds were closed off, making my room darkened like this for the past few years.
"How many months has it been since I've gone out?" I wondered to myself, as I decided to wear something decent.
I am the epitome of failure: A school dropout, I don't help my mother with anything, and I don't have a girlfriend, nor an actual job that is consistent with its payments, the same goes for friends.
My mother probably feels guilty, since she is Japanese, whereas my dead father was your usual American, so, having an Asian name and body features really incited the kids to bully me, making me a social outcast.
That's probably why she allowed me to live like this, hell even offered money to me that I've been indulging in for the past years.
"I must work on myself… I want to be a stronger, kinder man." I said my resolution for this year out loud as I grabbed the handle of the door.
I began huffing as my heart thumped against my ribcage, "C'mon, Rin, you've been gathering motivation for two weeks now, I mustn't fail again!" I said words of encouragement out loud to particularly no one but myself.
"Here goes nothing!"
I closed my eyes and pushed down the handle, "Erm… this was it?" I felt the soft gusts of wind washing over me, "What an anti-climatic event."
The rest wasn't anything special, I went to the convenience store near my house and got an ice cream and a soda.
I softly peeled the wrapping off while relishing the contentment for what I was about to taste.
"Well then, thank you for the treat–" I shifted my head to the side.
"Pf–" I just scoffed.
Talk about pathetic, I was a failure all my life, and now, I'm also about to die in an overused trope.
I thought as a crashing truck was approaching me with a speed I couldn't avoid.
I really hate clichés.
My eyes flashed white and I couldn't hear or see anymore.
Damn it, I wish I wouldn't die a virgin at least.
Don't look at me like that, you're one of my kind too… probably.
I wish I had felt some boobs too, during this empty life I have gone through.
My thoughts faded and just a simple ring followed me in darkness.
This darkness was kind of comforting, honestly, it gave me a sense of assurance that I lacked during my shut-in days.
"Oh?" I tried to voice when I began seeing a light.
Is this what they call the light at the end of the tunnel? I questioned myself inwardly.
"Congratulations, sir, madam, it's a healthy boy."
Oh, that was the vagina.
Wait… I've been reborn?