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seven reasons why

Reasons I Despise School:

   1 - Interaction with humans beings; example: introducing yourself in a classroom of estimated 30  judgmental students. 

   2 - Waking up early in the morning; example: Ouran Academy starts at 8:30 in the morning. The usual time I wake up is at three in the afternoon. That's fives hours and thirty minutes of less sleep. 

   3 - Teachers; example: when they ask you to participate. Everyone's curious gazes are glued onto you. If you sound too smart, they dislike you. If you're too stupid, they dislike you. There is no in between. 

   4 - Teamwork; example: all the work gets dumped on the one who doesn't communicate. A.k.a, me. 

   5 - Lunchtime; example: where other females gossip about others, bringing down anyone's and/or everyone's self-esteem. 

   6 - School work; example: where teachers shove random pieces of paper and demand  you to answer insane questions. And when your done that you can get started on your homework. With all the work and homework, when will I get to watch  movies and play my video games?

   7 - The Opposite Sex; example: they have cooties. 

Waking up in the morning was a complete drag, just like getting ready for school. I had simply thrown on Ouran's male uniform, brushed my teeth and washed my face before heading into the kitchen. Sitting at the counter, I'd somehow fallen asleep, and would have stayed asleep if it wasn't for Natsume who kept shrieking like a little girl every time he saw me. 

"Ow– ow dammit!" I hissed, my finger nails digging into the soft cushion underneath me. I was currently in Natsume's room while he– "Ow!" I shrieked, gripping my head. 

"Quit moving around." He demanded, placing a hand on his hip, "When was the last time you brushed your hair?" His eyebrows knitted together in confusion, "God, the brush," He complained, as he continued tugging it forcefully through the knots, "is stuck." Just like that, he sounded defeated. His hands dropped to his sides as a frown lingered on his lips. 

"Finally." I mumbled, clutching my head while tears brimmed my eyes. Looking over my shoulder, I sniffed, before asking hopefully, "Can I go now?" 

"Erm–" Natsume scrunched up his nose, before shaking his head, "You can't walk around with a comb stuck in your hair."

It'd be an understatement to say I was irritated with Natsume, I was legit seeing red. Giving him a sickening sweet smile, I uttered, "And why not?" He slightly took a step back, holding up his hands in defeat. 

"What in the world is going on here?" Natsume tensed up as Aunt Naomi walked into his room, her hands on her hips. A frown on her red-painted lips, her gaze turned to Natsume to me. Like a robot, Natsume slowly turned around to face Aunt Naomi, opening and closing his mouth like a fish. 

"Um... Natsume?" Aunt Naomi asked puzzled. She shot me a look of help as I shrugged my shoulders.

"She looked horrible," He quickly stated, a look of panic evident on his face. Natsume had always been horrible under pressure. "Her hair wasn't hair anymore! It more like... um..." He stumbled over his words rather painfully, before snapping his fingers as though a light bulb had gone off in his head, "...A birds nest!" He threw his hands in the air dramatically causing me to sweatdrop, "I figured since I'm a kind and caring brother," He placed his head in his hands sadly, while Aunt Naomi leaned in a tissue in front of her nose, tears brimming her eyes, "I tried brushing her hair."