Name
I’m not your typical jock who wanders around
high school campus, not your normal university freshman who acts all mushy and
red faced, just because for the fact of being a new meat around school. No, I’m not like them; actually, I’m a whole
lot better. I’m that guy born with
features that attracts the best of pretty women and if I was a lady, attracts
the hottest of the hunks. I tell you,
I’d be the most splendid person you’ll ever meet.
I’m that kind of individual who brags about
everything I can do, from academic to sports to nonsense stuff, count on me to
do the demo for you. I can do everything
you want, just don’t command me to do it.
Commanding me is a show of absolute disrespect to my genuine power of
intelligence. Just to remind you, I’m no
little kid you could control and demand anytime you want. I might be the one to do it to you. So beware.
You know that feeling when someone popular
passes you by, and you’re silently cursing under your breath for that person to
look at you but when he or she does, all the person does is laugh at your
stupidity? Are you craving for
that? I think I might give you one…and
you could be assured that this one would be sincere. Don’t worry, the next time I see you down the
hallway, you might get a truthful smirk from me. But before you go all excited out there,
before you go tell all your dummy friends about this promise from me, wait till
I tell you this. I give negative smirks
to everyone…and that includes supreme people.
I don’t choose. I want to be
fair. And in order to do that, I just
give nasty hoot to everyone who comes my way.
Now about the way I dress. I’m not that kind of guy, who buys cheap
Louis Vuitton materials. I don’t go
around town inside my high class limo, bringing a check that might control the
flowing saliva of the richest living thing…just to buy economic priced Hermes
supplies. I clothe myself with the most
luxurious sartorial, some from the ancient Greeks and Romans while some
exclusively imported for me from Asia.
You’re jealous? Again, I say, you
shall not worry. In the next few days,
expect a box in your doorstep. And when
you open it, I’m sure you’ll thank me for giving you clothes with poisonous
chemicals stored in its fabric.
…
Now, high school has ended and I’m on my way
to Harvard University. And guess what,
I’ve changed. I’m not that freshman
anymore who you knew as an annoying popular guy, not that student anymore who
you knew as the ‘Guy who wears Prada’.
Sorry for the mistakes and insults.
I’ve changed and I’m a whole new person.
I’m really sorry. I didn’t know
my own self when I was in high school.
…
Are you surprised? Don’t be.
You changed me; you transformed me to be into this. Now I’ve become a lot worse. That sorry I gave you? Tsk! Don’t mind that. That was a total statement fail. And about me now, my attitude is at its
fullest evil range. Even I could apply
to be Satan’s next apprentice, and I’d be named Lucifera, which, I think,
Lucifer won’t be happy about. So, while
I still have a little heart fellow, I’d take my own original name when I become
Satan’s apprentice. Do you want to know
who I am? And you promise to blame yourself to why you transformed me into this? Behold. My name? Is Pollution.
"I couldn't understand it. I couldn't believe there were Pokémon that liked people.
Because, up until that moment, I'd never known a Pokémon like that. The longer my journey continued, the more unsure I became. All I kept meeting were Pokémon
and people who communicated with one another and helped one another. That was why I needed to confirm my beliefs by battling with you. I wanted to confront you
hero-to-hero. I needed that more than anything." Insert your narcissistic description of yourself here.