Aika's POV:
"I don't want to leave you, Mom," tears welled up in my eyes as I looked into my mother's face.
Her violet eyes didn't water, but they were full of pain, "I know, Aika, I know, but you must."
I couldn't stand to look straight into her face anymore so I looked out the window instead and took a deep breath. I had to hold it together. I was supposed to be this tough, sarcastic, sassy French/Japanese girl, and I was losing it, "What do I do when I get to Father's house?"
Mom shook her head, "Your father will most likely send you to school."
I turned back to her, shocked, "Right then?"
She nodded, "Your brother…" her voice drifted off as it did whenever she spoke of my older brother, which she rarely did.
"My brother's at the school I'm going to?!" I asked excitedly to lighten up the mood.
A faint smile formed on her lips, "Of course," the smile faded again, "Aika, you must go now."
I embraced her, "Goodbye, Mom."
"Goodbye, my darling," she tapped me on the nose like she had done when I was younger, "Tell your brother I love him. Tell him never to forget it."
"I will," I promised, determination in my voice. I left her sitting in the old chair and headed to the airport where I would be boarding a plane to Japan.
Hours Later, I pulled up to my father's mansion. As I stepped out of the limo, the driver instantly came out and grabbed my stuff. 'Just like a robot,' I thought to myself. Anyway, I can't really describe to you what the mansion looked like 'cause I didn't pay much attention to it. Let's just say, it was really big. Good enough.
Once inside, I was led up a grand-and when I say "grand," I mean grand. It was huge!-staircase by a maid and into a room. First thing that popped into my head: 'The bedding is pink...' Then it occurred to me the whole room was larger than the little garden shed I had grown up in. On the bed on top of the bright pink sheets-I would have to change those later-lay a disgustingly, poofy yellow dress ironed and pressed. Next to it, a note read:
Aika,
This is your uniform for Ouran High School, your new school. Put it on and get back into the car for school.
Father
'What a welcome note...' The maid who had brought me to my room was still there. "What are you doing?" I demanded, "I need to change." I realized she was supposed to "help" me get ready like I was a two-year-old who didn't know a right shoe from a left shoe. "On my own." She left at that point. Once I slipped the rag on, I looked at myself in the mirror. "Ew..." I really didn't like the rag, but I ran down the stairs anyway and hopped back into the limo.
