Disclaimer: I do not own OHSHC
This is my first story. We'll see how it goes.
She never meant for this to happen, to go to the same school as those who had abandoned her. But life always had a funny way of screwing her over.
With a sigh, Kuniko Arata brushed coppery locks from her forehead and looked up at the place that was sure to become her prison. Ouran High School was a formidable sight. Its sculpted pink spirals and pale marble walkways screamed money and prestige. For someone like her, she mused, it should scream untouchable class; but it didn't.
Arata had spent the last seven years living in a home for wayward youth – well, a boarding school for troubled young ladies in France, but the principle was the same. Chores, un-dyed linen, and working part-time for the bakery down the street hardly prepared a girl for interaction with the children of Japan's elite.
But then again, Arata had not always been part of the dregs of society. She remembered expensive dresses, lavish parties, and money with no end. Although Arata was no longer part of that world – that life, she could never truly free herself from it.
Once she had had brothers. Once she had a bedroom larger than the entirety of the apartment in which she now stayed. Once she could have been one of those girls in the banana yellow dresses with expensive purses and nothing but cobwebs in her brain.
Arata fingered the edge of the powder blue blazer that she now wore. Running calloused hands down the front of her neatly buttoned jacket, she smoothed out wrinkles that were not there, preparing to enter the somewhat foreboding building in front of her.
Quickly crossing the expansive courtyard, she placed her hands again the hard wood of the doors and pushed hard, giving herself no time to rethink her actions.
The doors opened onto a spacious and empty hallway. Class had started nearly an hour before her arrival.
Stepping in, the doors closed soundlessly behind her. Arata fingered the map and schedule tucked into her front left pocket. Although she has memorized both and knew the direction she should take, she debated whether or not to check the path to class 1-A.
A small twinge of nervousness began to form at Arata's temple and she brushed it away viciously. No, she thought determinedly, I was invited here. I am meant to be here. I will not be scared away so easily. With that, she started down the hallway to meet her fate… and her brothers.