"P-Please go out with me," he exclaimed.

I sighed and grasped his shoulders.

"You know I'm a boy right?" I rasped.

He blushed and stared at me with sympathetic eyes.

"I know that," he whispered.

I let go of his shoulder and walked past him swiftly

"You're definitely not gay, and I'm not gay so bye bye," I snorted.

Another boy falls for me. It's typical to see this because almost every week a boy asks me out. You see, my appearance and personality are girly. I have soft, short white hair, perfect white skin that shines in the sun, and comely sea blue eyes that remind people of the ocean. I act like a girl because I never knew how to act like a boy. In my preference, all the boys are perverts that have the only desire to grab big boobs. It's so typical and obscenely boring for me.

"I hate this," I mumbled to myself.

The sun beamed brightly in the sky and a faint, cool breeze whisked my hair back. Not a single white cloud floated through the sky. Pink petals hovered in the air and eventually settled on the floor. I could see tiny spores of yellow pollen encompass me and stick to any object it desired. In the distance, I could also hear a heated soccer match and groups of girls erotically yelling through the crowd. Of course, they were cheering for Haruto. You could say that this popular boy is my only "fake" friend. We hang out sometimes and walk to school together, but I soon realized that the only reason why he's friends with me is that he feels pity for me. 

"I wonder how next year will be," I whispered.

The final bell rang and huge crowds of people from outside poured into the schools. Laughs and talking and snickering and locker slamming and cheering enveloped my ears like a carpet. It's last day of school and I'm relieved that I can finally rest from this hell.

"Heyy, Mashiro," Haruto exclaimed.

Through the hectic crowd, I could see Haruto wave his hand towards me. I really hate this guy. It's not just because he feels pity for me, but because I envy his situation. I'm a boy and have an attraction to the opposite sex. Haruto can easily pick up girls but for me, girls think of me as a love rival. I casually waved my hand towards him; just enough for him to see. He eventually broke through the busy crowd and faced me.

"What's that annoyed look."  He sniffed.

I shrugged.

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"Just this crowd is really noisy," I claimed.

He laughed like I was some comedian. Through the crowd, a group of girls jealously glared at me. I exchanged a murderous glare with them and they quickly turned their heads the other direction. Those little jerks think they can rule the world.

"You want to go home together?" He asked.

I warmly smiled at him. 

"Sure, Haruto," I cooed.

After changing to my school clothes, I met Hashiro at the front entrance. From there, we walked together until Hashiro reached his house. Hashiro's house was obviously on the higher end. The Japanese style shingled roof was newly polished and a beauteous rice garden that was treated every day by servants sat in the front. The Japenese styled doors and the wood patio and walls created a traditional feel to the air and the eye. In the back of his house, a mini park was built for the purpose of impressing the girls that Hashiro brought home. Those girlfriends only lasted a week at most though.

"See you tomorrow," he waved.

I waved back at him and put on a fabricated smile so that I can hide my searing anger. That kid only feels pity for me.

"See-e Ya," I stuttered.

From there, I reached my house. When I was little, my parents died in a car accident and I was adopted by distant relatives. These relatives bought me a poor house for me to live in. Obviously, they did not care about me. When I was older, my relatives told me I had a sister that was adopted into a rich family. Some circumstances happened and they did not take me in. Even today, I still have this unconditional love for my sister. But, it has now dwindled like a star. When a star ends its life span will it revive itself or die?

The front is most unpleasant. The grass in the front yard is covered in weeds, and unkempt bushes cover the front window. The roof is poorly tiled and the walls are dirty and decrepit.   The backyard is just as bad. There is one aged plastic patio chair that I never use and a pool filled with holes that I probably will never throw out. In the corner of the backyard, there is a human size baby duck that I received from my relatives on my 6th birthday.  When I entered my house, I immediately rushed to my room. My room is monotonous and boring. Cheap bed, one Spiderman poster, Vomit Green walls, and a cheap desk that I assembled from IKEA.  On the west side of my room, a plastic window was setup to keep out the heat. I dropped my bag onto my rugged red carpet and jumped into my bed. I moaned and cuddled with my pillows and blankets. As I cuddled in the bed, a tender warmth surrounded me. In that time,  I thought everything would be okay. Maybe next year I would make friends and finally meet my sister. Maybe I can finally live in a family with my sister.  With pleasant thoughts in my head, I finally fell into a deep sleep.

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Darkness swirled and guffawed around me. I couldn't do anything. I could only watch this terrifying darkness consume me whole. I weakly cried out but nothing came out. The fear that coursed through my blood and heart could not be beaten. In the corner of the room, I could see a contour of someone. 

"Hello Mashiro," the contour chuckled.

The contour stepped out of the shadows and darkness for me to see. Standing there was a woman. A woman with large black wings that could pierce any object. She had sandy blond hair and horrifying blue eyes. Tightening around her waist is a mysterious crimson red costume. A diamond necklace around her neck shined luminously. But the most terrifying thing about herr... is her F-cup boobs.

"Mashiro," she asked," Will you make a contract with me?"