Sammy Nakamura

Age: 16

Height: 5"1

Skin: Caucasian(on the pastier side)

Eye: Green

Hair: Natural red hair with natural, Short and whispy, layered, bangs that cover eyes.

Bust: B

Class: A class

Social Status: Commoner (middle class but slightly higher)

Nationality: She is French/English/Irish. She was adopted by a Japanese family and given her name.

Family:

Mom: (Deceased)

Dad (Unknown)

Adoptive Mother

Adoptive Father

Hobbies: Ice-Skating

Favorite Food: Dango

Favorite Color: White.

Scholarship Reasons: Gymnastics Scholarship, Grade scholarship

Life Sum up: Real mother died when she was five, and her dad left her in an abandoned park at age six.

Don't Leave Me Behind…

"Daddy!" I said, pulling on the bottom of his coat sleeve.

"What is it?" annoyance filled his tone.

"Can I go on the swing? Huh? Huh? Huh?" I said pulling on his sleeve repeatedly.

My father rubbed his forhead "What am I going to do with you…?" he muttered "Just swing…"

"Yay!" I ran over to the old wooden swing, settling my stuffed ram "Ramsies" against the trunk of the tree. The swing was attached to the tree and arranged my self on it comfortably.

My father sat on a bench watching me. Pumping my legs, I began to swing back and forth. This continued for a few moments, until I was ready to jump off "Watch this Daddy!" I yelled, looking up from my feet "Look at me- Daddy?" Swinging I leaped off the swing landing on my side. Tears pulled to my eyes "Daddy?" Where did he go?

My feet dashed for the bench he was at "Daddy?" I grabbed onto the bench, and looked under it. He was here a second ago.

"Daddy! I don't want to play hide and seek anymore… COME OUT!" High and muffled by tears, my voice rung out in the empty night "DADDY!"

That was me at age six. My father, left me in a park. No… not left. Abandoned. Yes abandoned. He abandoned me in a park, and didn't even have the decency to leave me behind at an orphanage. And if he was going to leave me one night, it could have at least been on a warm night, not a chilly one in October.

That was ten years ago. A lot has changed since then. I got adopted at age eight. Learned Japanese from my new parents, and now, I was moving to Japan. I was excited. I felt a sense of relief for not being in America anymore. To many harsh memories that took place there. Not to mention how little friends I had. I was slightly and outcast because I spent a large portion of time practicing ice skating or studying. Now, it was a new beginning.

Something even better about moving to Japan; I would be in a new school. I was going to go to Ouran Academy. With my grades, it was likely I would make it in. They already sent me the test, which I finished and got a next to perfect on. I wondered often about the interview portion of the application, and they just formally web chatted me and my parents from America. I don't know if they even liked me .Either way I am in, because all the other applicants were bellow me. Even better than going to a fancy school, we would only have to pay twenty five percent of the tuition.

"Sammy?" My adoptive mother questioned "Are you exited?"

Bobbing my head I said "Yeah…"

"Look down there Sam." My adoptive dad said, his hand pointing out the airplane's window. I looked out, and beneath me, was Japan.

~Monday Morning~

~Ouran Academy~

As I walked up the front steps of Ouran I could feel my heart pounding. An occasion such as attending a new school is hard enough on a girl. But attending a school in Japan, where you just moved to, and weren't sure if you knew their language well enough anymore is even worse.

I was used to changing schools in America. For a while when I was younger, I got depressed because I missed my real parents, and constantly had to be moved from school to school to see if I would do better. I never really got better until Ice-Skating found me.

I was nine, and watching the Olympics for the first time. I saw these skaters and though for a moment "I could do that." And my new parents signed me up. When they first adopted me, they always tried to give me more than I needed, and asking for something was out of the question in my mind. Until I saw the pretty girls in skirts, dancing on ice like they were floating. My dream was to be them. And I did it.

Ice skating sucked at first. I was in the lowest class, and was bored with what they gave me. I wanted to be like the girls on screen in the Olympics. But, little did I know, I was actually moving through the levels a lot faster than I could imagine. By the time I turned eleven, I was in free-skate six. The highest listed level in ice skating. I worked harder, went higher, got better, and now, I felt dignified though I had no real friends except my stuffed animal and my ice-skates.

But now, this pride, and confidence seemed to be leaving me as I walk through the halls of Ouran Academy. I was different than everyone here in so many ways. One of the most obvious was my clothing. I couldn't afford a uniform, and neither did I want one. They look like a canary blew up. I would just stick to skinny jeans, hiker-boots, and a loose black sweatshirt with designs of paint splattered across it. This, still, was not normal to them. Fashion in America is different from Japan's apparently.

Pushing up my glasses I stared at a clock. It was forty minutes before school started. Goody.

Dropping my backpack on the floor, I opened it and pulled out my map of the school. My first class of the day was gym. I had requested that considering I liked moving around and it helped me wake up in the morning. I know most people dread gym. But while I was learning ice skating, I was learning gymnastics too by the request of my instructor. "You need to be more flexible." She told me a few years ago, when she found out I could only do a split. I thought that was pretty good. But no. Not good enough.

But at Ouran, I would be good probably. I just needed to find the gym first. The map I stared at was confusing. It wasn't clearly labeled, so I began wondering aimlessly. I then found a page that looked similar to the format of where I was and began to follow it. I found my self at a door, where it said the Gym was. It was tall, pretty, and embellished with random carvings and such. The only carvings at any of my other schools were graffiti in the girls' locker room.

Sighing at the brief thought, I shyly opened the door, only to find a flood of roses coming at me full speed. I stood motionless as I was bombarded with flowers. I don't think this was the gym... A sharp cut ran across my face and I felt blood trickle down a it. Great. Now I had been cut with a flower. Beautiful. I squinted, hoping that my eyes would not get hit with the petals.

"Welcome!" the sound of male voices rang through out my ears and I opened my eyes. In front of me was certainly not the gym. It was a group of handsome boys, dressed up in uniforms with pretty faces and smiles. In the front was a tall blonde one, who I could tell, was not full Japanese. On both sides of him were red headed twins, and they had flirty grins on their faces. On the tall blondes left was a brown haired girl, in a guys uniform. How did that happen? Behind the blonde was a snake-faced boy writing on a clipboard, uninterested in anything going on. And then on the right was a tall boy with a short blonde boy wrapped around his shoulders.

The petals began to stop, and I couldn't move. This was so weird. I was curious, but I wanted to leave.

"Hey boss?" One of the red headed boys said.

"Is this a new…" the other one continued.

"Scholarship student?" They twin boys said together.

The blonde one in the middle stared at me for a moment with a puzzled look "It appears so. I don't recall being told about a new scholarship student by my father. Hmmm…" he looked me over. Probing me with his eyes. When guys at my old school did this, it usually meant they were mentally undressing you, so automatically, I frowned and tensed up. He then got up and walked over to me, getting down on one knee and taking my hand "Welcome to Ouran Academy to the beautiful host club!" He said, more roses shooting out of no where.

I did not say anything, I just stared puzzled. A host club? Weren't those like… extinct or something of the sort?

"Now Sir," the boy said again, and my face tightened. He thought I was a guy? Okay. Let me get this straight. I am a girl. I might have short hair but I at least have a b-cup and have an ass. This was crazy.

"Boss!" The two twins interjected "I don't know if this is a boy." They sounded sarcastic "Let's make sure it's not another 'Boy-who-is-really-a-girl' situation."

"Oh." The blonde one said "How should we go about that? We don't want to upset our rare guest."

"Well," the two twins said, evil grins pulling up there lips as the circled around me "We could always," Each of them put a hand on my shoulder. Was this sexual assault or was it just me? "Grope the chest to verify the gender!" They said, and at the same time, they each put a hand on my chest, and grabbed.
They paused for a second "Hey Kaoru?" Said one of the twins.

"Yes Hikaru?" The other replied, Kaoru I was guessing.

"I don't think this is a guy." Hikaru said, not moving his hand off of my chest. I made no response, except for the deep red blush covering my face, and turning my ears red. They had just touched my chest. Not one, but me, ever touches my chest.

They moved there hands from my breasts and patted my shoulder "Sorry about that."

The blonde one looked mortified "Hikaru! Kaoru! That is no way to treat a lady!" The blonde pulled me in the room close and put his face close to mine "I'm sorry princess, please call me Tamaki Suoh. I am sorry for those idiots horrible behavior!" He was too close, and my face deepened in color. Pulling away from his grip gently I put down his hand from my face, controlling a scream.

"Excuse me," I said quietly, beginning to walk out of the room, when the twins bombarded me again.

"Hey!" Said the one, Hikaru, putting his hand on my shoulder "Where are you go-" I spun around, slapping my hand across his face. His eyes were shocked, red already swelling on his cheek.

"Huh?" Said the tiny blonde one "Takashi? Did Hikaru just get slapped?" He said to the tall one.

He nodded and grunted "Uh."

The girl put her head in her hands, and the one with glasses, continued to write on his clipboard.

I walked out of the room slowly, and slammed the door shut. The sound of glass shattering echoed through my ears. I did not turn around. I just continued forward for a moment until I began to shout out curses in English "THOSE FUC-"