The S**ttiest Gyaru in the Class Confessed to Me
Kitamura Rei.
I dislike that person.
Why was I born as that person’s daughter?
I just wanted to be born into a normal family, fall in love normally, work part-time normally, and live a normal life.
“Are you trying to embarrass me?”
That was my mother’s catchphrase.
So, I did as my mother said and endured not doing what I wanted to do for a long, long time.
Yet.
One day, while I was eating dinner alone, my mother came home and said this.
“Hey, Miyabi. Apparently, there’s a girl in this school with an IQ over 160. She’s likely to receive an invitation from a gifted school in England soon.”
I didn’t know how to respond.
But I should honestly acknowledge that someone is amazing.
“That’s…that’s wonderful. I’m jealous.”
Then my mother raised her right hand as if to threaten me.
“Jealous? You should be saying, ‘I’m sorry for bringing shame to my mother.’ Why? Why is my daughter such a good-for-nothing piece of trash?”
I was beaten repeatedly.
At such times, I would clasp my hands together like a cross, taking the place of my mother’s self-harm, and simply wait for the storm to pass.
When I entered high school, I naturally gained a group of friends.
Everyone said I was diligent, beautiful, and well-behaved. All my friends were children who met my mother’s standards.
A group of friends under my mother’s influence. I was a frog in a well among them.
Everyone only saw my reflection and refused to see the real me, who was made of cardboard.
I just wanted a real friend.
There was a beautiful girl in my class.
She wasn’t influenced by anyone and didn’t flatter anyone.
Her name was Ami.
I thought she might become my true friend, so I approached her.
“Um, would you like to be my friend?”
“No, I’m not looking for that kind of thing.”
Even though you were the only one I had, you didn’t take me seriously. I was angry at her for being so dishonest.
I wanted to make her mine by force, so I tried to isolate her.
I just gave her a little push.
When it was just the three of us—me, Ami, and Mihiro—I hid Mihiro’s ribbon. Then Mihiro accused Ami of stealing it and berated her.
Mihiro was my sidekick.
So I knew she would suspect Ami.
But my meanness spread like a small snowball at the top of a mountain triggering an avalanche. Before I knew it, it had become beyond my control.
I wanted to stop it, but every time I thought about being hit by my mother again for being “good-for-nothing,” my body shrunk in fear.
This is an excuse.
In the end, I did nothing.
Soon, the situation escalated and became a major problem at school.
While I thought it was a terrible situation, part of me felt relieved.
“Finally, it’s over.”
That’s what I thought.
But when I was talking to the principal, my mother burst in angrily. She scolded the principal, saying, “Are you trying to frame my daughter?”
My mother, who always told me to respect my elders, was berating the elderly principal. I watched her calmly.
After that, I was taken out of the room and told, “You had nothing to do with this.”
When I said I wanted to apologize to the other person, she shouted, “It’s unacceptable for the daughter of Kitamura Rei to be involved in such a trivial matter.”
When I returned home, I was beaten repeatedly and locked in the warehouse. I was told over and over, “Are you going to ruin everything I’ve built just for your own selfish satisfaction?”
I had done something unforgivable. I thought I was a disgraceful child who had brought shame upon my mother.
My mother controlled my life, and I had no freedom to reflect on my actions.
Ami had already transferred schools.
Katase san, who had protected Ami, was still there.
I decided to forget about this matter.
Then, shortly afterward, I learned that the child with the high IQ that my mother had envied was Katase san.
My mother said,
“Beat Katase in all subjects on the regular exams. Win decisively. I won’t tolerate defeat.”
Because of this girl, I, a middle school student,
was beaten by my mother over and over again.
So, out of fear and regret, I studied desperately.
But I lost to Katase san in math.
I realized that we were born with different talents.
I would be beaten by my mother again.
Thinking that I would have to live like my mother’s slave forever, I felt a chill and wondered if there was any meaning to my life.
It was so painful.
I escaped into the world of games, which I had always loved.
XX Online.
There, I happened to meet a boy my age.
We were friends who didn’t know each other’s true identities.
I became obsessed with the time I spent with him.
Maigetsu