Here's my start for a Shaman King story I've been writing. HoroRen, of course. At the moment it's titleless, but I'll come up with one sooner or later. Tell me if you like it or not?

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I hate my life.

Wait, let me rephrase that. I hate my life right now. Coincidence? I think not. In fact, this is where my story begins.

I guess it would be safe to say that I’m not happy about being forced into a play. It’s not like I’m the most talented actor in the school, and even though that damn teacher, Mr. Silva, knows that very well, I still get handed the lead role in Romeo and Juliet. Guess what part I’m playing? Oh yeah. Juliet.

Maybe that’s why I’m so mad at this very moment.

It isn’t like I have any choice in the matter. Thing is, I’m failing English. Summer school definitely isn’t an option, so the teacher came up with another oh-so-bright idea. I have to be in the play, and I have to have a big part. And, just to spite me (I know he’s spiting me!), Silva gave me, Usui Horohoro, the part of Juliet. He told me that I look like a girl anyway, and there are no girls that actually want to be in the play, let alone be Juliet. I assure you, I do not look like a girl by the way.

Everyone disagreed, though.

Of course, the news that I’ll be playing a girl is spreading like wildfire. Seeing as this is high school, it’s very bad for my reputation. I mean, I’m going through puberty, for crying out loud! Doesn’t Silva know that puberty is the most important period in a man’s life?! I can only imagine what wearing a dress in front of my entire high school will do to me psychologically. Hell, I’ll be lucky if I don’t have to see a therapist for the rest of my life.

Then, of course, there’s also the fact that, if you aren’t popular, you’ll be laughed at for an eternity.

Well, at least until high school’s over. High school is all about popularity. It’s where you can become either a God or a total loser. There’s no gray area. It sounds cliché, I know, but it’s true. If you belong with the cheerleaders or the jocks, you’re considered a God, even if you aren’t the brightest of crayons. If you belong with the chess players, computer geeks, etcetera, then you’re a total loser. Wearing a dress when you’re a guy does not make you popular, just for the record.

Anyways, back to the problem at hand. My everlasting quest for popularity and the man who smashed that dream with one simple blow. In other words, that bastard Silva and his stupid play.

I’m quite curious as to who will be Romeo, to be honest. I hope he’s at least a bit hot. I mean, don’t get me wrong, but if I really do have to kiss a guy, it needs to be a handsome one.

Not that I’m gay.

Don’t get the wrong idea here. I’m very manly. I am, in fact, a very manly man. In fact, I’m the manliest man around Nobody can ever top my manliness. I love girls. In fact, I probably couldn’t even settle down with one hot girl, because I want so many of them.

Yeah. I’m just curious.

At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.

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I have more written, but not typed up yet I'm lazy. Anyway, let me know what you think

-Sarah