I'll do Chapter 1.
Bos was getting nervous. Why were the readers on his gun playing up?
It was like something was behind him, then zipped in front and then jumped over his head. What was going on? Suddenly Bos's gun flew from his hands and landed over near a rock, covered with moss. Bos walked towards the rock when a horrific face came out of the ground and nearly gave him a heart attack! Bos ran of into the the light of the early morning mist while screaming his lungs out, while the face thought to itself. "I'll Get to you, soon............"
Please finish this story.
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Ah, we are high school boys,
the miserable high school boys.
If we were girls, we could get popular by doing anything:
rock band, jazz band,
karate, kendo, mahjong, cyborg, synchronized swimming...
On the other hand, high school boys are
useless outside battle and sports anime.
But they're recklessly trying to make a slice-of-life anime about us.
Ah, we are high school boys,
the miserable high school boys.