Dear Diary;

My name is Yakanama Aoi, and I'm nearly sixteen years old. I've just moved toBunkyō in Tokyo, and will be attending at the prestigious Ouran Academy. My height is 162 cm, or 5"3, and my weight is 52.6kg, or 116llbs, but I don't really understand why I'm telling a lifeless piece of paper this, oh well. It's horrible, 'diary', I recently got the uniform for the academy, and its big, poofy, and yellow. I love most colours, by yellow really doesn't suit me, considering I have long blue hair and green eyes. Ahh, mother was so original when she named me~! At least Matsuda-aniki will be at ouran too, I'll at least have someone to talk to, since I'm not really that good at making friends...Maybe it is because of my accent? A japanese/ british accent is a bit weird, isn't it? I can't really help it though, since my father is from Manchester, England and my mother is from Kyoto, Japan.

I found out something interesting today, diary! Its optional if I want to take P.E. at ouran, and the names are all mixed up, so no-one knows what your gender is! I have thought up one of my most ingenious plans yet, diary. I'm pretty sure Matsuda-aniki wouldn't mind me 'borrowing' one of his uniforms, although I don't think mother would be happy about me cutting my hair...Ahh well! I've been getting mistaken for a boy since elementary school, the only way people could tell I was a girl when I was younger was if they either saw me in the nude or stared enough at my face to notice I was much more feminine looking than other boys. I've been growing my hair long for years now, its a shame to cut it all off, but at least it will be more practical.

I also got a letter from school today, it says that I will be in class 1-A. I guess that either means I'm pretty smart, or they're interested in my mother's or father's business. Oh well, all the better for me I suppose. I must seem rather strange to you, huh diary? I guess I am pretty strange, I don't make friends that easily, and I'm usually either laid back and sometimes a bit shy around new people, but I genuinely think that I am a nice enough person. I get called mean by Matsuda-Aniki all the time though, but that's because I tell him off for being stupid. How I'm related to him, I'll never know. He's the complete opposite of me, he's a lot like mother, actually. He's loud, sometimes rude, perverted, and has a huge ego. I firmly believe he needs to get anger management sometimes, he's such a short fuse too! And really stubborn. But, he's my Onii-san, so I guess I'll forgive him for all his idioticness. Is that even a word? I'm not too sure

Anyway, I guess I should wrap this up, I need to get my stuff ready for school.

Uhm, bye, diary.

I closed the book and sighed, setting it softly on my desk as I stepped away from my plush red computer chair, feeling stupid for writing a full page in it.

"I really need to start making friends..." I mused quietly to myself, rubbing my eyes in an attempt to keep them open for just a bit longer. I pulled off my shorts and my shirt, and grabbed my favourite pair of pyjama's. They had a silky feeling to them, and were really comfy to sleep in, surprisingly, considering I hate most things made of silk, especially bed sheets. I climbed into my double bed and pulled the covers comfortably up to my chin, snuggling into the mass of blankets.

'Hmm, maybe attending Ouran Academy won't be that bad...' I thought, drifting into to dreamland.

I clearly had no idea what I was getting myself into by attending that forsaken school...