Hikaru put down her violin as soon as both of the girls left and kept staring off into the distance. Indeed she had some personality problems, but those mostly stemmed from the fact that she hadn't had any real friends in elementary and middle school. Most girls were actually afraid of her and so they avoided her. Only some boys wanted something to do with her, especially since they saw her as one of the guys. Roughhousing with the fellas was pretty fun, but she still missed something. Something like a close friend. 
Granted, she did have some feelings for one of her "buddies" back then, but as usual, she was extremely good in hiding exactly that.
[i]I'm not even a real girl...[/i] Hikaru thought as she remembered her tragedy from a few years back. 
A whole range of emotions reflected back at the onlooker from her face. Such a mixture would have been gold for a manga artist.
She could still remember the hateful words of the girls in middle school commenting on her behavior and on the fact that she hung out with guys instead of girls calling her names and more. Everything was done behind her back, of course, since the girls feared Hikaru would beat them to a pulp.
[i]I'm a real failure as a girl, eh? Is that why my parents sent me to an all-girls school?[/i] That indeed would make sense to her.

She let out a big and long sigh. "I should really do something about me looking like Haruhi Suzumiya, don't you think?" She exclaimed to no one in particular, but really to everyone that could possibly hear her. "Maybe grow my hair out, give it some colour variations or something like that. I think red suits me quite well. Blue should be cute, too."