My Dying Love.

I picked the letter from the principal's office and went down the steep staircases towards block C. I could see my classmates stare at me wondering what was going on but they all had answers. It was on a Monday morning and everyone knew about what had happened on Sunday afternoon. Bethany was nursing a few fractured bones after we had a small fight with her. She was very talkative and the most feared girl in school, but of course, I was a man enough to confront her. Bethany had jokingly accused me of having a small p***s that would not make any woman scream, leave alone moaning. I was a virgin so I couldn't agree or disagree with the allegations but that was too much for me to take. I had to retaliate. Physically like the man I believed I was. To start with, I hated girls and anything associated with them and I also hated being close to any female. I was bitter. Bitter for nothing. I was raised alongside my two beautiful sisters, our mother was very caring, a role model and a mentor to me.To date, all that hatred I had for women scares me, I suppose it was innate or adolescence. I carried my belongings towards the school gate while secretly waving  goodbye to my friends and I left for good. I didn't care that much because I had earlier informed my parents how uncomfortable I was being in a mixed school. In fact, I saw it as an opportunity to finally be in a boys school. But I was still worried because my father was a tough man, and finding a new school was not that easy especially after you had been suspended from your previous school. My father knew few big people and that gave me extra confidence that I would soon get a school. I was wrong. After 3 months of desperately looking for a new school, I finally found one. A mixed school!