"Yo, Carl. How about hanging out at the internet cafe later, wanna play a round or two of LoL or something? Or I can carry you with ranking, you know how good I am at LoL!" A boy with a neat haircut suddenly slapped me in the back before inviting me. Dude...why can't you drop with the back-slapping? What kind of thing did you eat anyway to get this strong? I'm still young yet my back hurts...
Anyway, this guy who couldn't read a mood is a close friend of mine.
Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, didn't I? My name is Carl Johnson. I'm 17 years old, a handsome high schooler. Unlike a certain character in a theft auto game, I have normal healthy brown skin with a handsome undercut hairstyle. I should have been going on dates with pretty girls with this haircut by now, but for some reason, girls never get any closer to me ever since I got this haircut. Strange...I'm far above average in terms of appearance, I checked myself daily in front of a mirror after all. There's no doubt about it!
