Harem of Norman Ch1
>be Norman
>walking to school
>I'm still trying to get used to this place
>it looks like any other town but why is that fucking guy green?
>that old lady over there is a light shade of green
>that chick over there is like a purple-pink color
>magenta I believe was the name of said color
>looking at that girl, she's actually kinda cute
>but seriously, whats wrong with their skin color?
>oh yeah, shouldn't say that unless you want even more people calling you a racist
>you arrive at the parking lot and immediately met with pleasant greetings
>"Oi, hey skinhead!"
>I have a magnificent head of hair under this beanie good sir!
>"Oh look, its the racist."
>Where?
>as the clearly envious students stare at your totally up to trend jacket, you open the door
>you blend in with the mob of students in the hallway, looking for your locker
>you twist the dial on your lock and take out your English and Science textbook
>having no people of interest to converse with in the morning, I speedily make my way to my homeroom
>I sit down in the back of the class, waiting for the morning bell
"Ah who am I kidding, everyone in this school hates me, and they don't even know my name."
>as I sink lower into my chair, I feel a tap on my left shoulder
>"Uh excuse me, what class is this?"
>you find a purple skinned girl, modest bust, long straight hair
"Literature 3"
>"Oh good! I love reading!"
>oh look, an egghead
>"My name is Twilight Sparkle. What's yours?"
>why do these people have such weird names
"I'm Norman"
>"Nice to meet you Norman, I hope we become good friends."
>holy shit
>she wanted to be friends
>after becoming so adjusted to being an outcast, I don't know if I could accept this proposal
"Uh huh"
>I nod and fall asleep
 
>be Twilight Sparkle
>lunch time
>still adjusting to the ways of the natives here
>it seems so familiar in nature, but so alien in appearance
>I grab a tray and sit next to Fluttershy
>I bite into my apple and met by Fluttershy's confused stare
"Is something wrong Fluttershy?"
>"Oh nothing, it's just that you eat your food like a horse would."
"Is that a bad thing?"
>"Oh no, I just found it strange that you weren't using your hands."
>she is right, I am straining my neck
>and everyone else around here is holding their apples in their hands
"I met a new friend Fluttershy."
>"Really? Who?"
"His name was Norman."
>"Norman? I heard he was a racist."
"What's a racist?"
>"Its a meanie who discriminates someone based on their skin color"
>huh, I wonder if we have those back in Equestria
>you try to grasp the apple with your hands, but these things are so different from my hooves
>this is so weird
>wish I could just use my magic
 
Next Day
 
>be Norman
>woke up before my alarm so I had some time to slow down my normal morning routine
>Took a shower, brushed my hair, got my outfit on
>even made myself some pancakes
>NO FUCKING BUTTER!
>to compensate, I poured an extra dab of syrup
>better buy some butter later today
>after finishing my breakfast, I brushed my teeth
>got 20 minutes before school starts, so I begin my journey there
>walk at a slow pace cause I can
>about to turn a corner when someone crashes into me
>we both fall to the ground, I'm on my ass and the other person is on the floor
>you inspect the stranger, who is a mint-green girl, about your age
>oh shit, is she all right?
>I get on my feet and extend my hand to the girl, who is now rubbing her head
"Hey, you all right?"
>she stares at you for a moment
>"Y-Yeah, thanks."
>she grabs your hand and you help her onto her feet
"My name's Norman."
>"I'm Sarah."
"Hi Sarah, why were you running so fast?"
>"Oh, that's right! I'm late for morning practice."
>she speeds off to the school
>huh, I wonder what sport she plays
>you continue walking at a snail's pace, thinking about your encounter with minty freshness
>I arrived at school, thankfully a lot of people were with their friends so they didn't pay attention to me
>maybe I should try to make some friends
>I go to my locker to retrieve my English and Science textbook
>"Well if it isn't the racist."
>you look to your left to see the bitch who said that
>it's some chick with fiery red hair and a golden tan
"May I help you ma'am?"
>"Just wanted to check on our local skinhead."
>what is this girl's problem?
>she struts off like the cunt she is
>you close your locker door and head to your homeroom
>barely anyone in there, except that purple girl
>you sit down in your seat in the back and get comfortable
>"All right class, open up to page 110"
>what
>must have dosed off, again
>you open your book to the page
>you feel a tap on your shoulder
>"Sorry for bothering you, but will you share your book with me?"
"You don't have your book?"
>"No"
>is this girl new
"Fine"
>I put my book on the edge of my desk
>Purple scoots her desk to mine, and lays half of the book on her desk
>"Thanks."
"No problem."
>the teacher is muttering something, but you fall asleep again
>the ringing of the homeroom bell wakes you up
>you see Purple reading your textbook
>"Class dismissed"
>you stand up and let out a loud yawn
>She is still reading the book
"Hey, uh, Twi, I'm going to need my book back."
>"Oh sorry. Here you go."
>she hands you your book
"You know, you can always just get your own textbook from the library."
>"Oh okay."
>I grab my backpack and exit the classroom
>Maybe she is a new student, she probably doesn't even know about the racist thing
>next up is Science class,more specifically Biology
>I walk into the mob again
>see a couple making out
>cute, but this not the fucking time
>make my way to Biology class
>like most science classes, there are table instead of desks
>I'm ususally one of the first peolple here and would claim my seat in the back
>but that redhead stalled me, and now spot is taken
>guess I'll have to sit in the front for today
>I seat myself at an empty table on the left side of the class
>set down my books and wait for the bell to ring
>some guy pulls the chair next to you
>some asian with blue hair
>"Hey what's up? I'm Brad."
>first normal looking guy here, except for that hair, but then again he's Asian, so he probably dyed it
"Hey, I'm Norman."
>"Norman huh? You new here? Don't recognize you from last year."
"Yeah, I moved here about 2 weeks ago."
>"Bradical! I'm sure you'll like it here."
>did he just yell out his own name
>I just nod my head
>at least he didn't call me a racist
>the bell chimes and the teacher walks in
>tall,middle-age man with glasses
>"Good morning class. Today we will be learning about cell division, mainly mitosis. Read pages 74 to 79 for a brief overview on fhe subject. Then I'll go in-depth with the stages and processes of mitosis."
>the sound of pages being flipped tells me open my book as well
>more science stuff that I'll probably have to memorize and forget by the end of the year
>read the pages
>teach gives his lecture
>3 minutes left for class
>"All right class, I'm assigning a partner project. You and the person sitting next to you will have to construct a model of a cell. Be it animal or plant is up to you. It'll be due by the end of the week."
>damn, 1 week in and already got a project
>"Hey Norman, what kind of cell do you want to do."
"Probably a plant cell since it's shaped like a box."
>oh wow, I still remeber that from the previous lesson
>"Cool. Give me your number so we can plan this out."
>lolgay asking another guy for his number
>after we exchanged phone numbers, the bell rung
>"I'll see you later Norman."
"Yeah."