The Chosen One

Chapter 1

Hi my name is Miroshu I don't know why my parents gave me such a weeabo name but it's fine I'm a third year in highschool and every day it is peaceful my best friend Yoro that's his Nick name Yoro is a great person he is pretty chill about my out going personality
"Hey Yoro"
Yoro looked back "huh oh hi Miroshu" Yoro's smile always grew really bright every girl loves him and jeloes of me because we're best friends "so how's your studying going"
"Ha well not so good my grades are kinda sliping"
"Ha well you will find a way that's what your good at" when ever I say that Yoros emotion just slips away "um hey are you ok" I just had to ask him this one looked worser than before "um yeah it's just I thought about something that has had my mind stuck on it"
"What is it I can listen" I stop walking beside him and look this was nothing like his normal self he seemed more than depressed he seemed angery with power that blood lust my father had its the same thing "um" I breath heavy *pant pant* " huh Miroshu are you ok"
" That blood lust in you eyes it's just like my father's "
(Flash back)
my father was always happy and could always cheer me up but then
He started screaming "the demos the demos" he ended up being shot by the police but before he died that's same blood lust was there the killer in tent like noone would survive
(Flashback over)
"Oh I'm sorry Miroshu it's just I'm really on edge about that turnement that my sensi thout me to strike like your killing"
"Oh ok it's lucnh wanna eat together"
"Oh sorry I can't promised that I would meet up with some clubs to help them out"
"Oh ok Have fun" that was the hardest smile that I ever had to put on