Name: Mitsuyuki Kimura

Current Age: 12

Height: 4'7" (Very short for the age)

Appearance: Along with being short, she's flat as an iron board, Japanese features: dark eyes, if not black. Normal sized facial features, yet she has horrible acne that she does everything to cover it up, make-up and whatnot, which makes her face look pasty, sadly, shoulder length black hair that in her opinion is too thin.

Personality: Incredibly shy, soft spoken, likes to be alone, loves her under the radar status. And she does okay in school.

Hobbies: Computer, reading, nothing active or sporty

(she's not fat, but she sure isn't thin)

~Like the character? No? Yes? Doesn't matter! I'm going to really try this. Let me know if I do a good job, okay? Thank you!~

Get it on!:

It was a very rainy day, already darkening my mood when I wake up. I sigh softly, looking at the clock as I wake and my eyes widen as I panic. I only had two hours to get ready!

I rush out of bed, and trip over my own feet, landing on the carpet with an UMPH and groaning in pain. I stand up, and limp to the bathroom where I hope in the shower and wash myself up.

And in thirty minutes, I leap out of the shower and stand in front of my mirror, staring at myself. *Why me?* I lift a finger to touch one of the many outbreaks of acne on my face and I sigh, brushing my teeth, grimacing when I notice the gap between the two front teeth and the unevenness of the bottom row. I really need braces…but I need a lot of things…I'm just so….ugly.

I apply a generous amount of acne cream to my face, and step out the bathroom. Without need for a bra, I slip on some underwear and the school uniform, the standard blue skirt, white under shirt, and blue jacket and the socks and shoes. I return to the mirror, sighing as I begin to apply a lot of foundation to cover up the acne. I've had this for almost two years now, I've gotten used to it.

I grab my backpack and run down the stairs, stopping to get some cereal and a pop tart before going to the bus stop.

As the bus pulls up and I enter, and immediately sit in the first seat, I scoot all the way to the window and stare out of it.

My family, the Kimura family, are well off, yes, but not rich. I expect to go to Ouran Public High School in the future. I've seen the way my mom and dad look when they see me. I've been told many times that they had both had bad acne when they were pubescent but with the glowing clear, amazing skin they have now? I hardly believe them. And if they did, it was probably when they were ten years old, and immediately cleared up.

I sigh again, my eyes watering.

Yet, I consider my best asset to be my eyebrows. They are perfectly and naturally arched, yet, on a face this acne-ed, it's hard to see them. So…yea….they didn't really count.

When I got to school, I felt much more depressed, and I entered the classes, feeling very alone, moody, and …ugly.

Immediately upon entering my homeroom, everyone was whispering about something. And among all of the whispers, Suoh Tamaki and Host Club was heard from all of them in the same sentence.

It didn't concern me, so I just sat at my normal desk and stared straight ahead.

My eyes glazed over, as I once again sank into my thoughts.

I have no idea when this depression began. It just all of a sudden sprang up on me. Wait! No! I remember now. It was when the person I thought most dear to me stabbed me in the back. I know I wasn't the most gorgeous twelve year old around the middle school, but she, Maya Nori, dubbed me as a retard, a complete loser, ugly, fat, and one above all others, desperate for a friend.

That day, I had overheard her say this to some girls that I had acquainted myself to, you know, saying hello whenever our ways crossed and everything.

I stayed out of sight when they started bashing me, and I almost completely lost it, though silent tears were making a large puddle at my feet.

It felt as if somebody literally stabbed me in the back AND punched me in the face and in the gut. I was completely winded and that feeling has never left me, even to this day. And this all occurred a year ago, when the school year just began.

I have never recovered and it seems as if I'm falling deeper into this depression that I've tried my hardest not to make public.

I jerk back into attention when our homeroom teacher enters, and we all stand and bow, giving our respects.

I don't know what I'm going to do…