I Hate You-An OHSHC Fanfiction

A/N: Ok. I know. I know I should be stoned to death…BUT I CAN'T HELP IT. I'm really sorry to everyone who are waiting for a new update on any one of my other stories, but this story was just too good to let slip past. Struck as a lightening influence. And, as always, you awesome people must review.

A Brief Prologue

I never thought this would happen.

The examination had be a fake. It had to be. If it was the real thing, they would've sent me a polite rejection letter, telling me how I had mediocre talent and that I could not be accepted into one of the most prestigious schools in the world.

And here I was, a skinny, near-destitute girl with absolutely no knowledge of the numerous leaders in the political and financial world.

What irony.

Seeing the actual academy had little affect. I was still unconvinced, making up ludicrous reasons to why I could absolutely not be accepted into Ouran High School. My aunt wandered around, a little awestruck, as the vice-principal (an extremely old, mustached grandpa) droned about the historical significance of the school. I barely heard him, my brain filled with waves of the same awe my aunt was feeling.

Later that day, I unpacked my uniform, and practically choked.

My aunt, who worked hard all day trying to keep us fed, had wasted seven hundred dollars (1), on THIS??

They had to be joking.

As a fresh graduate from middle school, entering my first year in high school meant a big thing. I was growing up. In a couple of years, I would be able to start working. I might even move onto college.

I don't know about you, but it's a bit scary to start in a new school. Especially in some place as Ouran. And especially if you're a scholarship student. And ESPECIALLY if you took the examination as a dare. I mean, I knew I got top grades and all, but honestly?

Not possible.

So, the night before my first day, I lay down, and looked out the window. Tokyo was a beautiful city, but that night, I would've given anything to see the stars.

"Mom? Dad? Are you happy now? Your daughter got into the most prestigious school in Japan. You happy?"

As usual, no answer. Slightly bitter, I looked up at the ceiling. Blinking sleepily, I thought vaguely.

You'll be fine, Emi. After all, there's no way that whole thing about beautiful pretty boys who are also rich can come true…this isn't Hana Yori Dango after all…your phobia can't take place there…of course…

It's astonishing to think how very wrong you can get.

A/N: Ah…a promising start. How nice.

Anyways, this is a prologue, so go on to the first chapter. Go on. Please?

Note: (1)- I'm too tired to calculate the correct cost in yen. Sorry.

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