I am different. It doesn't take much to realise that. I'm not pretty, too hot headed and always scary. Guys call me the demon prez. They are right. I beat up guys when they misbehave. I'm stronger than them. Too manly.
But I too wish I had someone, someone who accepts me the way I am. Someone to walk me home, holding my hand. Someone who could handle my temper. Someone who truly thought I was pretty.
Life has never been nice to me. My dad and mother were killed in an accident when I was 16. Suzuna was the incident I became somewhat unemotional and cold. I didn't want anyone to pity me. I didn't want to appear weak, for Suzuna's sake. Let alone all those nights I spent crying, wishing someone would come and calm me down.
I managed my high school fees and Suzuna's education by doing a part time job at maid latte. Soon we both got scholarships. Sakura's parents allowed us to live in one of their condo and with very less rent. My high school life was just like this. Busy with council work, studies and maid latte.
But I too wish I had someone. Like all everyone out there.
Someone to love me.
