I take my seat. It's one of three big chairs. Leather-bound, big arm rests, big seat cushions, and best of all, big space. It's impossible for a guy like me to fill up the space, so it's nice to have some room every now and then. Even though, now and then in this context is every Saturday and Sunday morning when I don't have to show up for any classes at 9:55 in the AM. Yeah, lucky me, to be fair. Most 'peeps' my age have to show up at 7:50, bright and early. Me? 9:55. Monday through Friday. Monday and Wednesday starting with Yoga, and Tuesday and Thursday opening up with Advanced Studio work. Fridays are a favorite though. Fridays are my Partner days with Rebecca. We get our work done, and I think she likes me. And she's pretty. I think it'd be cool dating her.
Y'know, as an Asian, I'm so offended by people who are into Japanese culture in the States. I mean, sure, it's cool you have an interest in my people's background. That? I'm okay with that. What I'm not okay with, however, are those ignorant assholes who dress up in technicolor, with an Anime T-Shirt, Anime Messenger Bag, and try and act 'Honorable'. Lousy ignorant pissers who don't realize that a lot of Japanese People, me included, and a large portion of Japan included, hate that stuff. Hell, even the thing they call themselves. Otaku. It's derived from the serial killer who ate kittens. I resist the urge to kick the chair out from beneath the girl two feet away yelling in an obviously fake voice at her friend for not calling her by her 'real' name. I know the girl. And the girl whose yelling. Katy Risa, and Miriam Goldstein. I don't blame her for wanting to be called something different, but 'Kisami' is by no means acceptable for someone that blatantly white. I look at Katy, she looks at me, and we both exchange sighs. We take Tuesday and Thursday classes together. I know what she's going through.
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This is an excerpt from a book project I am currently working on. All it comprises of are sections of first person view daily basis lifestyles. This is from the viewpoint of one of the characters; Alexander Parker. He is 5'6'' in height, 163 pounds in weight, and Asian American.
The book follows a few hours of each persons life before it moves onto the next person, until finally it comes back around to the first person. There are five people in all, which the book shifts back and forth from.
These are ordinary people, going through their daily lives as they see it.
Critique, so far?
