Prologue

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My name is Hiroukoo Masuki. I go to Machalu Highschool. I really don't have any friends except Mei. But I can't really call her a friend. More like someone I talk to here and there

She is so bubbly and cutesy. She knows almost everyone in the school and she has a boyfriend. I never really met him. She talks about him a little.  His name is Mokoto Shou. And I know he likes pork cutlet bowls. That's all I know about him. She doesn't really talk about him much

As you guys probably know. I get bullied a lot. Well if you don't believe me, I'll tell you something's people did to me

They spill water on me. Ruin my homework. Put smoothies in my locker. Make me miss class. They write things on my locker. They put my lunch in my face. They try to push me out the window. They lock me in closets. Pretend to be my friend. They say horrible things to me.

Now I know what your thinking.
How do you know Mei isn't a fake friend?? Well she has been with me through all of that stuff. She was a nerd once and she was bullied just like me. Then she had a makeover and people don't bully her anymore. She says just change for the better and I always say no

Why should I change to make people like me.

Mei used to look like this

And in my perspective she looks natural and nice

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And in my perspective she looks natural and nice. Now she dyed her hair and wears some make-up and she looks different

 Now she dyed her hair and wears some make-up and she looks different

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Now every one loves her. But meanwhile I'm still looking like a 9 year old

 But meanwhile I'm still looking like a 9 year old

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I promise I'm not nine. I'm 15. I just didn't grow yet. I know I'm ugly. But so what. I'm uglier than you. Which means I'm beating you at something.

Just a little background. Chapter one coming out🐸

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