Making myself some toast and orange juice, I gulped down the drink in one shot. Then, cramming the warm bread in my mouth, I grabbed my satchel and left through the back door. Akademi High School wasn't far away from my house, but with my dragging feet, I managed to delay the trip by ten extra minutes.

Mondays were the worst. The other girls, irritated by the return to classwork, would take their anger out on anybody who they could care less about. More often than not, I'd be their victim.

Unlike me, Mi-chan is extremely popular, with her cute looks, flowing teal hair, and a constant smile. It doesn't hurt that she's a C-cup, either. Big enough to impress the boys, but not so large that they draw unnecessary attention.

Unlike me…I stared down at my own chest, which was so large it threatened to burst out of my extra-large fuuku. Less than two weeks into the school year, it had already become the entire school's jokes. Everybody, even my upperclassmen, knew about my notorious breasts.

Despite my lagging, Akademi High's stone-walled gateway inevitably came into view. A few students were already at the gates: A quiet girl named Yandere, always the first to arrive, as well as Hinata-chan and Sosuke-kun. Further into the school grounds, I spied the Nurse speaking with an upperclassman named Senpai.

Clipboard held suggestively in one hand, she grinned and flipped her deep magenta ponytail over one shoulder. It reminded me of a long, winding anaconda wrapped around its prey. Her eyes were greedy little slits, ready to feast.

I shuddered. Some of the teachers at this school are seriously messed up, but I don't think any of them can top the School Nurse.

"Hey!" Haruto Yuto snapped my bra strap from behind my back. "Is it just me or have your melons gotten even fatter? I didn't know that was possible!"

I whirled around, so fast that my sluggish purple drills were hurled into my face. Brushing the ringlets out of the way, I held out my clenched fist in what I hoped was a menacing position. How dare he! If it was any other girl, I bet he'd lose reputation faster than one could say "pervert!"

The red haired perv danced out of my reach, smirking with satisfaction written all over his face. "Too slow, Boobies-chan!" He cackled. "Besides, I'm in the Martial Arts club; I wouldn't go against me if I were you."

A couple of passerby freshmen snickered under their breath, before scampering away to whatever classroom they were headed towards. Great. Twenty yen they'd be gossiping about me before class could even start.

Sticking his tongue out at me, Haruto practically skipped inside the school building, where he joined a nearby circle of rainbow haired boys.

I was too sick of this harassment to greet the tormentors that I knew would be awaiting me at my own locker. Instead, I readjusted my satchel strap, and stepped into the left corridor. Mi-chan's locker was located somewhere here.

"Why, thank you Churuya-san," I heard her voice exclaim. Pushing past the other students, I saw my kind, loving friend facing a tall girl in inky green socks. "I'll be sure to try that recipe for tomorrow's bento-oh, Haru-chan!" She waved eagerly in my direction.

As I happily placed myself at her side, the nearby girls began to titter amongst themselves. But she paid them no heed, only diverted her attention to me. "Haru-chan, I have wonderful news!"

"And just what might that be?" I responded teasingly. The others gave her one last questioning look, before they began to disperse for another gossiping hotspot. "Bye bye, Coco-nutcase~" A bluenette whispered into my ear. And then she was gone, as if the words had never been spoken.

I bit my lip.

"The school board set up a new gate," Mi-chan explained in a hushed tone. "Now, we don't have to worry…in case we get another accident like Najimi-san." She let out a relieved smile.

"Mi-chan," I reminded her softly, "Najimi-san was suicidal. We even got e-mails from the police-they'd found her shoes and a suicide note on the roof."

I could tell she wasn't convinced, worry rippling clearly in her aqua eyes. "But…she wasn't the kind of girl who'd want to do such a thing. Najmi-san had pretty good grades. I heard she was even going to confess to her crush last Friday."

"Hey," I nudged her with the side of my head. "It's not as if there's some psycho running around murdering us schoolgirls."

She giggled lightly. "Yeah, maybe I am reading too much into this. Let's get to class, maybe during lunch we can get back at those horrible haters."

"Pfft," I snorted. "They're not just any haters, they're my haters. I can handle them by myself."

She rolled her eyes, closing her locker door with a small clang. "But I have so many sassy comebacks that I want to use!"