Men. Disgusting, Horrible, Vile, Cruel. Only caring about themselves and their never ending craving for sex. They toy with a girl's emotions, making them feel loved, then crush her heart and soul like it's a game.
Repulsive creatures who find it fun to break a girl and taint her innocence. They find it fun to completely violate us. Our screams of agony are music to their ears. Our pain is their pleasure. Tears are worthless to them and are only a plot to get sympathy.
Evil.
That's what they are. Pure, utter evil. Demons sent from the darkest pits of hell to torment the innocent. Thieves, Murderers, Kidnappers, Liars.
Rapists.
Every single one of them. I won't trust a single one, no matter how innocent they appear. They are not innocent and never will be. They're like sirens. Using their beauty and charm to lure us into a false sense of security, before they rip us to shreds and leave us to rot in misery.
I know most of you don't agree, but it's the blunt, cold truth that I learned the hard way. Never trust a man or you'll regret it. And believe me, I do.
"No, Grandmother! Please don't make me go!" I begged, dropping to my knees and grabbing on to the fabric of my grandmother's dress. She looked down at me with a hint of annoyance.
"Oh for God's sake, Kasumi. A lady doesn't grovel unless in the presence of royalty. Now get up." I flinched a little at her harshness, but stood up anyways. Then her expression softened.
"Now, I know this is hard for you, but you can't stay all your life hiding from the opposite sex. I know you want to remain in Lobelia where there aren't any boys, but you can't let this fear take over your life. You're 15, for Pete's sake. And if you won't do this for me, at least do it for yourself." I nodded.
My grandmother has been taking care of me ever since... That incident. I'm not comfortable talking about it yet. Too many bad memories. But it's the reason why I'm so terrified of men in the first place.
She hates seeing me like this. I know she wants her happy go luck and energetic little granddaughter back, but now that girl's gone and replaced with a skittish shell of what she used to be.
I sighed and stared at the yellow uniform I'm wearing. My grandmother had transferred me from my safe, all-girl haven in Lobelia to my personal boy-filled hell in Ouran. She says it would do me good and help me get over my fear, but it won't work. This isn't a fear. It's a phobia.
According to my therapist, Androphobia to be exact. Though I don't think thus fear is irrational. And going to this school won't help me get under control.
I stared at the uniform, reluctantly pulling it on. I think I much rather prefer the middle school uniforms. At least they don't make me appear like a bloated banana.
I sighed as I checked myself in the mirror. Everything was the same, yet different. Same light brown hair, only I had mine cut from my waist to an inch above my shoulder blades. Same dark brown eyes, only instead of shining with innocent optimism, they now held a broken existence. Same full rimmed glasses, though these were now rimmed black instead of pink.
I brushed my hair so it would cover half of my eyes, but still let me see where I was going. I just hope no one would notice me, especially those boys. Who knows what would happen if they did.
"Kasumi, hurry up! The limo's here!" My grandmother called from outside. I sighed, grabbing my bad and slinging it over my shoulder, walking out into the early morning air. My grandmother gave me a smile, which I forced myself to return.
"You can do this."
I can't do this.
I was currently pressing myself against the back of the limo seat, watching fearfully as the pink school came into view. I felt the familiar sense of fear and dread begin to overwhelm me as I caught sigh of the few boys that were walking into the school.
Oh Great Goddess Artemis, please save me from this never ending nightmare.
"Ma'am, are you alright?" The driver, thankfully a girl, asked. I shook my head, bitting my lip and holding back tears that were starting to sting in my eyes.
"Hey, don't worry. I was nervous on my first day of school too. Those first day jitters will pass." Oh how wrong was she. I wish this was first day jitters instead of what was really happening. My fear increased as we pulled up and my driver got out to open the door for me.
I took in a large breath of air and grabbed my bag, hopping out of the limo. I gave the driver a weak, yet forced, smile before heading inside. My breath quickened a bit, but I forced myself to keep walking.
I pulled out the map from my bag and tried to find the office in which I was supposed to check in. After about fifteen minutes of walking, I was finally in front of it. I gulped, before knocking on the door.
"Come in." A lady's voice said from inside. I relaxed a bit, before opening the door and walking in. The office was neat. A perfect example of a rich school.
"Hello, Miss. What can I do for you?" The lady at the reception desk asked. I said nothing, instead pulling out a note that my grandmother told me to hand in. She took it and skimmed it over.
"Oh, Yukimaru Kasumi. You're the transfer student, am I right?" I nodded, to shy to speak. The lady typed something into the computer, then signed the note.
"Alright, Miss Yukimaru, let me get your class number and you can head on up." She said, standing up.
Now, what happened next would seem like a simple accident, but it was an accident that changed my life.
"OH, I'M SO SORRY MISS!" The lady screamed as she tried to clean the coffee stains from my dress. I shook my head, trying to tell her that it was alright, but she didn't listen.
"Oh, you can't go to class like that. Let me go ask the chairman if we have any extra uniforms. Wait here Miss." She said, throwing me the towel she was holding. I caught it and tried to get the stains out, but I only smudged them even more.
I waited for a bit and the lady came back holding a folded blue uniform. She gave me a sympathetic look.
"I'm so sorry Miss Yukimaru, but the only spare uniforms we had are the boys uniforms."
