Kuto’s life no. 279

Kuto had always been a bit of an outsider. He was never quite sure why, but he always felt like he didn’t quite fit in with the other kids at school. Maybe it was because his family came from the Falkland Islands (Malvinas) and he was one of the only kids with a green cyclist cap. Or maybe it was because his hair color was dark brown and he had an old dutch style beard. Whatever the reason, Kuto always felt like an outsider.

One day, when Kuto was out cycling, he ran into a group of bullies who started picking on him. They pushed him around and took his bike, leaving him stranded in a remote part of town. Kuto walked for hours, trying to find his way home, but eventually gave up and sat down to rest beneath a tree. It wasn’t long before night began to fall and Kuto became increasingly aware of strange sounds coming from the darkness surrounding him.

As fear began to grips him, Kuto saw something moving towards him through the trees…something that looked human-like, but with glowing red eyes…

Kuto’s life no. 189

Kuto had never been so shocked in his life. He had always known that he was different from other people, but he never realized just how different he truly was until he found himself in the United States of America. It was like a whole new world for him, and everything about it was a shock to his system.

The first thing that Kuto noticed was the way that people dressed here. In his home country of Japan, people tended to dress very conservatively, but in America everyone seemed to be wearing much brighter and more revealing clothing. It was quite a sight to behold.

Another thing that Kuto found shocking about America were the cars. In Japan, cars were small and efficient; in America they were huge and gas-guzzling. Kuto couldn’t believe how wasteful these Americans were with their resources.

But perhaps the most shocking thing of all for Kuto was the way that people here treated each other. In Japan, relationships between people were based on respect and honor; in America, it seemed like everyone was out for themselves and nobody cared about anyone else. It was a very eye-opening experience for Kuto, and one that he would never forget

Kuto’s life no. 763

One day, Kuto was walking through the streets of Japan, filled with anger. He had a black backward cap on his head, and his hair color was light grey. He wore round silver sunglasses and had an old dutch style beard. He also wore a grey hoodie. As he walked, he saw a group of people laughing and having fun. This only made him angrier, and he began to think about how unfair life was.

Why did they get to have all the fun? Why did they get to be happy while he was stuck here feeling angry all the time? It wasn’t fair! Suddenly, Kuto’s anger reached its peak, and he snapped. He started yelling at the group of people, telling them that they were nothing but cruel hypocrites who didn’t deserve to be happy. The group quickly dispersed, leaving Kuto alone in his rage.