You might think that being the daughter of two boring business people would turn me into a pod person, cookie cut perfectionist, devil with no soul, but it hasn't.
I, Katsue Miyamoto, am an artist. And photographer. And computer wiz. And closet Burlesque dancer; can't forget that one. Not expecting that? Well, get used to it. I love doing it and its an amazing way to stay slim.
My dad is the King of Infomercials, selling from fly swatters to cooking spray for your grill. His commercials are wacky and he may seem like a funny guy, but once the cameras are off, his personality shuts down.
My mom took the educational approach and is owner and headmaster of St. Mystere Boarding School for Girls. She is the strict and no nonsense headmistress that every one hates.
How do I know?
Because I've been going to St. Mystere since I was five years old, and being the Headmistress's daughter doesn't exactly get you in the high ranks of social hierarchy.
I have never cared about being popular, but there is a limit from being unpopular, to being the most hated girl in school. Everyone thinks my grades are fixed, I get special treatment, and that I pass grades because my dearest mother helps me.
Not true. I work my ass off for those grades, I sure as Hell don't get special treatment, and my mother would rather be shot than help me in anything school related. She believes that a "true St. Mystere graduate" needs to do the work on her own.
Luckily, the girls at my school are fairly weak, so fighting them off isn't a problem; the problem is, fighting them off.
With the many fights they have instigated, they can hit me as much as they want and I can't say anything. I so much as break one of their nails and they go crying to the co headmistress, Miss. Lovegood, and its automatic suspension for me.
But who cares? Apparently my mother had had enough of me "disgracing the school name" and expelled me. She transferred me to another school; Ouran Academy.
I went with her to explore the inside one day, a huge ass school (I know I'm gonna get lost), a decent amount of guys, rotten marshmallow uniforms for girls (I am not wearing that), and apparently something called a host club.
I heard more than half of the female population talking about them; a slew of handsome, rich young gentleman, who spend their time entertaining young ladies?
So basically, I'm going to a school where they allow the male population to treat girls like toys?
Oh. Joy