Hello all! This is my first fanfiction and I'd just like to say that constructive criticism is appreciated. I'm not sure if this idea has been done before. I sure hope not. I've spent hours thinking up my character, Andy, and how she fits into Ouran. If there's anything you're confused about, just send me a message or say what it is in a review and I'd be glad to answer it so long it doesn't ruin the plot. I will be posting pictures of what Andy looks like on my profile. However, the image I have has blach hair, so just imagine her with ginger hair.

"It's not how hard you fall, but how fast you get up." – Kristine Lilly

Andy takes the ball, dodging a defender and passes it to Shannon. A few seconds later, she gets the ball passed to her and gets ready for the shot. She gets tackled, there was a pop and something snapping and tearing. A scream echos though the stadium and everyone is quiet. She turns onto her side, tears coming down her face. She hears a few team mates around her. She remembers the coach crouching next to her. A stretcher comes out for her, taking her off the field. Her foul in the box got a PK for the team. Tears run down her face, she gives thumbs up Heather, yelling, "You better make this!"

She does. But it's too late.

For injuries, Andy was looking at a snapped quadriceps tendon which connects to the top of the patella, as well as a fracture on the knee cap and some Meniscal tears. She was going to be out for at least six months. Andy never felt more defeated than she did then.

Adeline stares back at the pink school, her hand holding the small back that was swung over her shoulder. Today was her first day at Ouran academy. She walks into the hall, quickly navigating her way through the prissy boys and snooty females in order to find Suoh-san and receive her schedule for her time here. Some girls even soffed at her because of the way she was dressed. That doesn't bother Andy. Let's be honest, she expected this. She's not apart of their world. Andy doesn't want to be, in fact. She finds that money simply turns people against one another. Brings out the worst in people. She just walks on along, head held high as if she was entering the lion's den. Her knee aching painfully, but she fights though it and continues down the halls.

The school was obviously ritzy. She sighs, looking about the people. One the inside, she wishes her mom to hurry here to Japan so she doesn't have to be alone. She'll be alone for at least a month. At least she has her team, her second family.

Opening the door to the office, she sees the door to Suoh-san's office. She walks over and knocks on the door twice. The office was neat and kept clean with the newest in electronics for the secretary. It opens, a guy with black hair and dark gray eyes looks at her. A smirk comes to his face. He pushes his glasses up his nose and steps aside, letting her into the room. She limps a tad, but not enough to be noticed by most people.

However, to the son of a man who owns various hospitals, it's extremely obvious.

"Ah," And older man says, "Welcome, Miss. Val. It's nice to see you!" His blonde hair shines like hold, with a few graying strands. His eyes are kind and welcoming.

Adeline looks at him, and then glances over at the two teens her age next to him. A blonde who looks an awful lot like the chairman and the black haired one from before. The blonde looks up, smiles and walks forward in her direction. "Why, hello," He says, taking her hand in his, "May I say, you are quite the beauty! Your eyes as green as emeralds have me in their spell, princess."

Andy looks down at her clothes. A pair of sport sweat like pants and a work out tank top, "you're kidding, right?"

"Not at all," He says, his face showing complete honesty.

"Tamaki," Suoh-san says.

Tamaki steps away, looking a tad upset.

"Miss. Val, these are your class representatives, Ootori Kyoya and Suoh Tamaki," Suoh-san says.

"Hey," She says, waving at the two. She knows that was a very casual gesture, and in Japan, casual was frowned upon by people of their class. She looks up at the clock, biting her lip. She just want's this over, soon.

"Have somewhere to be," Kyoya asks, glancing over her. His voice comes off as conceited, as if she's nothing. That's one thing that immediately aggravates her.

Andy bites her tongue, knowing that cussing him out would not end well. Instead, she looks at him and gives him a fake smile of her own. "Actually, no, not really. However, I would like to do something productive rather than standing here and talking about school, so if we can get this show on the road…?"

Suoh-san nods, "I've looked over your schedule and what you need to get to pass. Only three classes?"

"Three," Tamaki says, looking confused. He glances over at the black haired guy who just looks completely uninterested. Andy rolls her eyes at this boy, not even caring if anyone else has seen it.

"Yes, sir," she says, "I took at the rest of them while I was out, I had nothing better to do." She looks down at the paper, seeing only three classes, not counting home room. Chemistry, much to her displeasure, Calculus, again, she dislikes, and lastly, English and British Literature.

"Well then, all these classes are in the mornings, so you'll be able to make it to your trainings."

"Thank you, sir."

He hands her a schedule, "You'll start tomorrow. Do you have your uniform?"

Andy frowned," Yeah… about that…"

"Yes…?"

"Why does the girl's uniform have to be an ugly banana dress?"

He just laughs, politely disregarding the question, "Well, your classes are over for now, but if you'd like to just spend some time here, I'm sure these two can give you a tour around the school."

"No need," She says, "I know how to get to my classes, here, and the pitch. That's all I need."

He smiles, "Also, if you'd like to use the… pitch," his English sounding awkward as he says this," as you call it, you can."

Her eyes light up, "I'd love too, thank you, Suoh-san." She replies in Japanese. She knows Japanese, it's the language she studied while in her high school back home. And, with that she turns and leaves the room, not even excusing herself or saying good bye. Kyoya raises an eyebrow at her rude behavior.

"A new girl in our class… that's curious, right Kyoya?"

"People transfer into Ouran all the time," he replies coolly, looking at his watch, "Classes are over with for us, too, and we took today off for the club."

"Hey! Tama-chan! Kyo-chan!"

The both of them glance over and Honey and Mori. The small blonde running up to them, a bounce in his step. Honey-Sempi hugs his bunny closer to his body, "I hear you have a new class mate!"

"We heard the same thing."

Tamaki turns around and sees the twins and Haruhi. Haruhi shakes her head. She really wanted this time to start her homework, not be dragged around by the Host Club.

"Do you know anything about her," The twin's ask, looking at the pair of second years.

Tamaki looks at Kyoya, "Do you?"

He simply just smirks, "Not much, but follow me."

Andy has traded her pants for a pair of shorts and her tennis shoes for a pair of cleats. She runs up to the ball, giving a hard swing at it from where it sat on the PK mark, and got it into the left upper corner. A perfect shot. Pain jolts though her leg, she simply disregards it. It's a lot better than it was before. Out the corner of her eye, she sees a group of people, including the two she met earlier.

"She's on the U.S. women's national soccer team," he simply states, reading from his black book, "Youngest play on the team, actually. She's here because this year, Japan is hosting the women's world cup."

"If you're going to watch," they hear her yell, "You can at least help! Anyone want to go into goal?"

The twin's grin at one another mischeviously. They wanted to try to show this so called world athlete up.

Thus leaded to almost every member of the host club becoming excited and storming the field. The only ones that did not we're Kyoya and Haruhi. Kyoya, simply not wanting to waste his time with something as foolish at this. He knows that there's nothing he could do to stop her shots, so why humiliate himself? Haruhi knowing that it would be insane to do so when she's a professional, so, instead, started on her homework.

The club decided they'd take turns being the goalie. Andy told them the rules. That the goalkeeper must remain between the goalposts on the goal-line facing the ball until the ball is kicked, but may move from side to side along the goal-line. Once the ball is kicked, they can come off the line.

She had no trouble at all sliding one past Honey. Her shot came at him so fast he got scared and went running away from the ball. Tamaki posed no threat either, easily getting it into the lower right hand corner as he went after it, but once it got close, did exactly what Honey-Sempi did and ran the other way. The twins we're easy, even after they both decided they'd try at the same time. Each thought if they split up and one goes to the left, the other to the right, they'd beat her in no time. However, Andy saw this coming, and simply shoot to the direct middle. They cross their arms, pouting. They honestly didn't expect her to be that good.

Now, was the real test of the bunch, Mori.

She simply looked down, not looking up. 'Top right corner,' she thinks, 'that's where I'll put it.' She ran, getting the ball with her left foot and, even with Mori diving for the save, make it into the top right corner.

She smiles, whipping the sweat from her head. It's not as hot as she's use to. Being from Georgia and training in Florida helps.

"That was amazing," Honey says.

"You really are a world class athlete," Tamaki says, smiling and amazed.

Andy smiles, "So, he told you, hm?"

"He?"

"Ootori. His family's business is, after all, providing all the medical supplies and anything we need during the tournament." She explains, juggling the ball for a bit.

Kyoya smirked, seems like someone else did their research as well. He didn't quite expect her to know about him. The fact that she does surprises him, however he doesn't show it.

She looks over at him, her eyes meeting his. Her gaze was neither cold or warm, but neutral. "I hear your father believes that Brazil will take first," she says.

"This is true," He says, sliding his glasses up with one finger, a smirk forming. How could she possibly know that? This girl was confusing the youngest Ootori more and more by the passing second.

She smirks, "He severely doubts us… as well as Germany and, hell, even Sweden."

"Perhaps," He says, "The way I see it, it's a smart move. You're coming back from an injury, as well as one of your players having trouble with her Achilles heel, and if I'm not mistaken, your main goal keeper is also recovering from a surgery for an injury that could have possibly been career ending. Seems like a smart move for me."

"Pain is nothing more than something to overcome," She replies, letting the ball fall to the ground.

'Challenging me?' Kyoya thinks."Perhaps, but can you overcome it to be champions?"

"Someone great once said that 'The vision of a champion is bent over, drenched in sweat, at the point of exhaustion, when nobody else is looking.' The worst thing to overcome on the field isn't pain, but exhaustion, and that, I overcome quite easily."

"I'm not familiar with that quote," The youngest Ootori says, looking at her in the eyes.

She looks over at him, right in the eyes. "Mia Hamm," Andy says, smiling, "You know, the best player in the entire world?" She turns, running up and kicking the ball 20 yards out and get's it in the net. The pain making her eyes water, but she refused to let it win. "And, trust me, we Americans are known for our notorious upsets." The ball slips past Mori's fingertips.

Kyoya simply smirks, "Brazil v.s. US, 2007."

Andy nods, "not our best, I can tell you something different about this team this time."

"And that is?"

"Hope will be in goal, and, in 2007, I wasn't part of the team."

"Sounds like someone's cocky," the twins say, both giving her the same disbelieving look.

She just kicks another ball at Mori, it slides into the bottom right corner, "It's not being cocky if you're just that damn good."

"Well have to see about that," they say, and run towards her.

She simply fakes Kaoru out, going left and then passes the ball between Hikaru's legs, or, as it's called in soccer, a nutmeg, and takes another shot on goal. The burning feeling finally taking control and causes her to kick it a bit more to the right than she wanted. Mori catches this one, taking a step back, but doesn't let it in goal. Andy bites her lip, trying to work thought the pain. 'I've over done it for now,' she thinks. She sits down, looking at the scars on her knee. She rubs it a bit, only causing more pain.

"Are you ok," Haruhi asks, walking over.

Andy smirks, "I will be."

"Ice," Kyoya says.

"Excuse me," Andy asks, looking at him.

"Ice," he states again, "You need to ice it if you're going to train later today."

She smiles, "And how, pray tell, do you know that I'm training later today?"

"My father is meeting all the teams and, today, he's meeting the U.S team," He says.

"Well," Andy says, standing up, "isn't that an interesting bit of information." Her knee is in pain. I should get there now so I'll at least have about 30 minutes to ice it,' she thinks. "Thank you for warning me, I'll make sure we try to persuade him. As well as inform him that he has to be completely insane to think that Brazil will win." She says, a confidant tone in her voice. She stands, takes a deep breath and she just takes her soccer ball and leaves the hosts there.

Kyoya smirks to himself. He's never been challenged so bluntly like that by people outside his family. One things for sure that Kyoya knows, is that this next month shall be an interesting one indeed.

Please review if you think I should continue! :)