Androphobia

boys, okay? Just pl

e cardigan. I could remember that day quite vividly as I was released into the world of other schoolchildren, ready to make fri

them if needed. Even though a few of the girls in my class weren't the friendliest and cared more about the latest gossip than anything more s

really

to invite me to group outings, but I kept smiling. It was alright if they wanted to meet up on their own. They weren't obliga

they didn't like the games I liked. They didn't have the same interests as me and they'd look at me with sympatheti

up activities with them. Some would even invite me over to race them in their garden or help me start decorating my finger puppets that I had been so excited about,

ly I

public school nearby, I was placed in an all girls school far away from them and never had to see them again. In a way, I was thankful th

he didn't do the best in her studies, she had me to help. We balanced each other out, with her fiery hotheadedness only being cooled by my soft words i

onfronted my classmates about it. I assumed that maybe they had their own insecurities and didn't know how to release that pent up frustration, or maybe they were going throug

, the people around me were freely mingling with those of the opposite sex while I was kept sheltered from the world of men. I ha

pect to develop

lf from them. Even passing a man in the streets became a struggle for me as thoug

y from them. The only possible reason for doing so became apparent as

because they