2 I Refuse to Name the Second Chapter

Girls are terrifying.

I always knew women were terrifying.

I just didn't know this applied to all females.

What did they do to me? Nothing, really. However, their mere presence sends shivers down my spine.

Luckily, it was mutual, so none of them came close.

For a few days.

One of the girls in my class had the flu.

And she missed my introduction.

Not only was she not scared of me because of that, she convinced the other students that I must be lying, because my story was just that ridiculous. Some curious aresoul decided to check the facts, and boom. Suddenly, nobody was scared of me anymore. They just thought of me as a pathetic, edgy, loser.

I decided not to debate it. Partially because they might win just to prove nothing bad would happen, and while I consider myself a good debater, one really cannot win if 30 people are convinced you are wrong, and are helbent on proving it. And if I lost, well, the consequences would be disastrous.

This incident only further cemented the notion that all women are evil.

They're also quite noisy. Always jabbering away about this and that, either towards me, or behind my back. Ladies, if you want to talk smack about someone behind their back, at least learn that wind mages have excellent hearing.

I love reading.

But my sensitive ears kinda prevent me from doing so when half the class are...

The half with the longer hair.

Those malicious b@$+@rd$.

If I hadn't made it abundantly clear, I hate women.

I hate girls.

I hate females in general. Human or not.

On a completely unrelated note.

Despite being a wind mage, my hair is black, like my mother's. If you asked me which singular body part I hate most, it's my jet black hair. My mother never let me cut it, and I never bothered managing it, so it covers most of my face. I've been begging my foster father to let me cut my hair the past month, and he finally caved. He wasn't against me making it shorter, but he was terribly against me going skinhead.

Thus, we came to a compromise. I get it cut down to a manageable size, and he let's me dye it green.

I think he didn't want my hair to be black either, as both him and my dad have green hair.

I never really met my dad, so I never really knew. He was apparently really handsome. And, well, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.