Hey, my names Alan Rin, yeah, I’m the son of that guy who tried to take over the world with the monsters since he could control them. Well, that’s usually how I introduce myself anyways, and I usually get a laugh or two of our it, or I get a dirty look, because of my father’s deeds. Legend says he died on the battlefield after fighting with the monster in himself, and winning, he died as he rejected the monster. Now I go to school, acting like a normal person, but sometimes life doesn’t seem normal, and that’s okay, because it isn’t. My father was basically a terrorist, so it makes sense for people to hate me, sometimes I even hate myself. After all this thought, my alarm goes off, telling me that it’s time for school. “Fuck me…” My voice escapes groggily, as I lean up and then step out of bed. I’m a skinny blonde haired and blue eyed teenager, 16 years old actually. White as a ghost, no thanks to my dad of course. My mom speaks of him fondly, but hearing what he did makes me wonder what she thought was so great about him. To be honest, I consider my step-dad, John to be more like a father to me. He’s always there to listen to me, even when I don’t listen to myself.
I decide to hop in the shower first, cleaning up. Then drying off and putting some clothes on, washing my face, brushing my teeth. Then eating breakfast, after that, I hop in my mom’s car, my eyes flutter for a moment, before closing, as I fall asleep on the way to school.