August 27th...

I sighed. Sophomore year was boring. All of the 'Advanced Class' curriculum were the things I learned in 5th grade, or maybe earlier. I decided that it was best for me to start drawing in my Calculus BC notebook, seeing how drawing was the only way for me to ease boredom in this monotonous jail. I mean, even their catering system is the same as the ones in jail.

I sighed yet again. One of my friends, Renge Hoshakuji, hadn't sent any doujinshi lately, so I was out of anything to read. My Pineapple laptop was at home, my Creative ZEN was taken away, and even my phone was taken away. Heck, why can't they at least send me to the library or something to read? But no, they want me to be more social. How are people supposed to be social in class and pay attention at the same time? Oh, a paradox. Perfect.
Being born a 'commoner' , my parents didn't have enough money to send me to the schools that had better programs, but I don't blame them for that. The economy is crappy and jobs are being lost and my parents are lucky enough to even have one, even if it does pay close to minimum wage.
I pondered what the heck I could draw. I was decent at manga and I fail at perspective. I looked around the dull classroom. Everyone else was still taking their test. It wasn't that hard was it? I mean, it's the first test of the year; it's never that hard. I glanced at my watch, 5 more minutes until the the day is over! Thank God that my Calculus class was the last class I had. Even so, my schedule still sucked:

0 period: Advanced Orchestra
1st period: Physical Education
2nd: Physics Honors
Brunch: Hang out time.
3rd: Biology AP
4th: History AP
Lunch: Archery Club activities.
5th: Literature
6th: Calculus BC

The school let me take the most advanced courses that they had, but that was all they had to offer. Meh. I've already learned this stuff. I looked at my watch again. 1 more minute.... Everyone was packing now. All the tests were turned in, apparently, when I was looking at my crappy schedule. 25 seconds..... I swear. These school clocks are trying to drive me mentally insane. They tick a few seconds off. I told them to change it to GMT and the office staff replied with a smile and said, "Later, hun."
Why does everyone call me 'hun'? I am not their husband or kid. Nor am I a descendant of Attila. Calling high schoolers pet names won't make them any less nervous at the beginning of the year. At least, not me. The bell rang. FINALLY. I dashed out of the class room and went to the office to reclaim my stolen goods that I bought with my own money, earned from winning science competitions. I plugged in my earphones and turned my ZEN on.
We're no strangers to love. You know the rules and so do I. A full commitment is what I'm thinking of. You wouldn't get this from any other guy.
I grinned. Rickroll'd. I checked my phone. Ah! Renge-chan sent me a message, "Look in your mailbox when you get home! Ohohohohoho~! \(^o^)/ Then we can go MOE together desu!"
Oh god. I hope she didn't send me a graphic doujinshi.... .;; She did that once and my electronics AND microscope were taken away by my parents. D:

I started walking towards the pick-up/drop-off zone of my high school. I spotted my mom's red buggy and waved. I felt an impact on my shoulder. "PUNCH BUGGY RED!" screamed my friend, Tsuki.
"It's my mom's car. You see it everyday. I don't think you can punch me for that..." I drolled in a monotone voice.
"Spoilsport. You tell me to use Internet memes more but you prevent me from using this one. Did you have fun in class?" Tsuki said.
"Punch Buggy isn't an Internet meme. 'How is babby formed' is though. And Hell no. I was dying of boredom in class."
"Wow. Even the most advanced classes in this school are boring for you."
"Yes. Oh. Dang. Talk to you later ok? Bye!" I dashed to my mom's weird car. I noticed that several pairs of eyes and their retinas were following me to the ridiculous car.
"So, how was your day?" asked Kaa-san.
"Meh. Monotonous."
"Oh something came in the mail today, Shiroi. The address is in Japan! It must be from your friend Renge I guess. It says 'Ouran Academy' on it though. Here" she passed me the envelope. It looked exactly like the acceptance letters that colleges gave. I slowly teared open the envelope. There was a letter inside:

Dear Shiroi Umehara,

One of our elite students has told us much about you and your great achievements. We would be honored if you enrolled at our exclusive Ouran High School as a scholarship student. You do not need to pay for the trip, lodging, or fees; all you have to do is maintain the highest score in your Mid-terms and Finals as well as following the school rules.

Sincerely, Yuzura Suoh
Chairman of Ouran Academy.

"HOLY FREAKING GOD! HALLELUJAH! KAA-SAN! I DON'T HAVE TO GO TO THIS DULL SCHOOL ANYMORE! I'VE BEEN ACCEPTED INTO OURAN! OURAN GAKUEN! THE MOST PRESTIGIOUS SCHOOL ANY COMMONER COULD EVER GET INTO! KYAAAAAAA!" I screamed.
"I'm so proud of you Shiroi! My ancestors were also commoners in China and never got any good education. They would be so proud if they saw you now!" beamed my mother.
I felt unbelievably happy. I wanted to jump on top of the car and scream, "HECK YEAH! I GOT ACCEPTED INTO OURAN!".

I wondered what was in store for me at this preppy school. I knew that I would be a 1st year in Ouran High since high schools in Japan started at 10th grade. It was definitely going to be good.