So we all have been given nick names and such by our friends. I'll give you a little background into my life for this to make sense. I am in my school's J.R.O.T.C and we are required to wear uniforms every wednesday. I just happened to have to wrong name tag because of reason I am unable to explain. So the one I wore said Irby, and I was criticized about it for weeks, but back to the story. I walked into the library as I do everyday and found her in her usual spot sitting at our table. I approached her and she immediately noticed my name tag. Didn't you tell me your last name was Kurama?" "It is I just don't have the correct name tag." I responded, as I sat down. "Well I feel like you should add a "K" in front of the I." ,and that is how the name started. I got my real name tag a few weeks later, but she still continues to call me Kirby to this very day. Some other people try to say it, but only she can call me that name now. It feels a certain way when she says it, unlike when others say it as a bad joke she really understands the name. That's why only she is allowed to call me that anymore.
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Me and My Pillow
Short StoryThis is a short story for my friend her birthday is today and she told me the day before so this was the best thing I thought of on short notice. Hope you enjoy!!!