Hello, I was suddenly inspired to start posting old stories that I started and never completed, in hopes of someone commenting and inspiring me to continue. This is something that I probably just started earlier this year, and its last edit was in April. But please enjoy it, and I would love to get reviews!
Astoundingly Mediocre
Brushing my hair, I looked in the mirror, pulling out the knots in my tangled blond locks. Plain, brown eyes stared back from the reflection in my bathroom. My normal, torn jeans hung loosely about my legs. A white t-shirt adorned my torso.
"Get down here! Now! You'll be late to school!" my mother shouted up the stairs. Reviewing at my appearance, I shrugged, guessing that my utter plainness was as best as I could get. I ran down the stairs, somehow managing to tie up my hair and snatch up my bag and a piece of toast before running out the door, all at the same time. .
I slipped through the sliding doors of the train just as they were closing, barely making it. Something I had to do every day. And, just as I did every day, I went off a mental checklist on my belongings, ensuring that I forgot nothing. Then, I spent the next few minutes thinking of ways to make my normality, not ….. so normal.
My nose was not too large, not too small. My lips, the same. My dreary eyes usually looked sleepy from nights lacking sleep. I was not tall, not short, just coming in at 5'3''. My grades were, although, high. I was one of the very few scholarship students that attended Ouran High School. Usually, there were 2 girls and 2 boys permitted to enter the school because of their grades. But, this year, somehow, there were 3 boys who got scholarships, and one girl; me.
Maintaining a high grade was usually not a challenge to me. But having to keep it up in a super elite, extremely rich, powerful school was another story.
On the next stop of the train, one of the other scholarship students boarded up also. He came up and waved to me. His short, clean chocolate hair slightly hung over his large, brown, eyes.
"Good morning, Maya." He said with his light and feminine voice as he slipped through the crowd to stand next to me. The train suddenly started moving forward, and he caught himself on the handle strap of the train.
"Good morning, Haruhi." I whispered. I looked down to the floor of the train. Black scuff marks and tiny pieces of trash littered the tiles. I felt ashamed, even the other scholarship students could afford Ouran's ridiculously expensive uniforms. Even if Haruhi's was a loan from the Host Club, I was the only student in my whole grade that didn't own a uniform. Even if I hated the horrendous yellow frocks that the girls wore, I would give anything to have one. My "commoner" clothes set me apart from the rest of the school. Making me seem unapproachable, as if poverty was contagious. The only part of me that was not average at that school. Haruhi was so lucky, as if upon joining the Host Club made him immediately attractive.
His once-messy hair was cut just correctly so that the dark brown framed his adorable eyes just-so. And his glasses were here one day, gone the next. All else that the Host Club did was stuff the scholar into a strapping blue uniform. Within a day, the ragged doll was yet another idol added to the amazing collection of the Host Boys.
Although, I would never be pretty enough for one of the Host Boys, I was always dreaming of the day when their "king" Tamaki, decided that the club needed some females to bring in male customers. I just wish that someday, a wonderful, princely man would come sweep me off my feet, and see through the normality that donned my entire being. But until that day, I'll have to be content with my fantasies of such a man.
Another misfortune of being of the middle-class was my inability to pay for the entertainment provided by the Host Club. I would never be able to afford to attend one of their lavish tea parties, and actually get to talk to Tamaki myself. Yet another situation in which I would have to settle for my imagination and observances from afar.
The train finally pulled to our stop after a gruelingly boring ride, during which I attempted to entertain myself with fantasies of any situation that could get me into the arms of the Host Club King.
School was always the same: tedious. Lunch was brought to school and eaten alone in the classroom. Passing periods spent gliding through the halls, tuning out the rest of the world to my fantasies. After school, I spent finishing homework in one of the private rooms of the library. The school library was the only place I had access to that had the reference books I needed. When I finally completed my homework, other students slowly came to ask me questions. And only ask me questions. After a while, I called myself the on-call tutor. To make it apparent that I was available, I set up a little change jar, and anyone who asked me a question dumped their spare change in for clearance for that day. It was my idea of a joke. Everyone else took it pretty seriously, and probably thought that the on-call tutoring money was what my family had to live on. I'm afraid that money has an infectious odor that kills the brain cells of those who live to lavishly in it. That's why some of these kids had the most obscene ideas about the middle class. I stopped caring though, and started saving up money to buy myself a uniform.
On my way out of the library, I saw the twins walking out of the south building, and I guessed that the club had dispersed. Meaning that Souh-sempai would soon be leaving too.
And there he was: his amazing golden hair; happily sparkling eyes; and jolly laugh. I hugged my books closer to my chest, and made a turn to pass by him. My often pass-bys were my sad attempt to approach him. I never said anything to the golden idol, but I silently stalked him in the halls of our school. Never mind the fact that turning toward the group was completely out of my way, and I would have to circle back around the school to get out the correct side of campus.
The group was coming closer, and he was holding his book bag in one hand, his thermos full of his newest obsession: instant coffee, while animatedly discussing his next big plan to Kyouya and Haruhi. The twins were…no where to be found.
I was just about to turn the corner to pass by Souh-sempai when a banana peel fell under my foot. I promptly slipped, tripped over my suddenly connected shoelaces, and toppled over onto the king himself. And, you guessed it: I poured his hot coffee all over his inhumanly perfect self. Oh, this is just my day.
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