okay guys, this is my first fanfic evereverever. dont really know what im doing. and i hatehatehate it when these author note things are too long so ill try to keep 'em to a minimum. OH and I DO NOT OWN OURAN. so there. wish me luck. get reading. ~RBASA

The Life and Times of a Mostly-Innocent Bystander.

C1: Getting There.

I walked down the street to my new school, admiring the crisp fall morning. The trip here from Canada was exciting and all but… well actually it wasn't. It was boring and monotonous, just like I knew this new school year was going to be.

I hadn't moved in yet, 'cause my plane had just landed this morning, and I sure as hell wasn't going to miss another day of school. I had already missed the first, so I would stand out today no matter what, but it was better now than later. I yawned and shifted my backpack. Bleh. First day of school at Ouran Academy. It was a dreadful thought.

At least I would get to see my cousins again. I hadn't seen them since we were little kids and I was excited. Hikaru and Kaoru were fun to be around, to say the least. They always seemed to cause trouble and yet somehow make everything all right again. I was always jealous of them. They had each other, while I had no-one.

My entire family was distant, as if they didn't know I was there. My parents especially, Melissa and Charles. They never glanced my way or asked how school was or made me lunch or told me to have a good day. They lived their lives around me, like they didn't want to see me, especially these past few months. No-one knew I was there, besides my brothers, but even they seemed to ignore me most of the time. I had been invisible my entire life, and when I suggested that I move to Japan after getting word of the scholarship, it was like they just realized that they had a daughter. The only one who truly 'saw' me was my best friend, Sayer, who, ironically, is blind. Life just hates you sometimes, doesn't it?

I had 3 brothers who were all much older than I was, so, naturally, didn't really want anything to do me. Cole turned 22 last month, Ross was 21, and Jame would be turning 20 in a couple of weeks. I had always been closest to Jame, but Ross would sometimes crack a joke and talk with me when mom and dad weren't around. Cole had moved out as soon as he turned 18, and we would only see him for a couple days every year for Christmas.

The twins were distantly related to us all through some marriage or something, but I always just called them my cousins. We only saw them, oh, what, like 3 times in total? My parents hated their entire family for some idiotic and random reason, and refused to meet with them unless absolutely required. But I fell in love with them, even though they kind of kept to themselves. They were fun and exciting and new. So, moving in with them would be too, right?

I sighed.

In most ways I thought of the twins as my little brothers, and it was my job to keep them in line, even though they were just a little younger than me. Their parents called us 'the triplets' whenever we were together. We could have been, too, if it weren't for my eyes. I had stormy blue-grey eyes while the twins had bright gold + brown ones. But, other than that, we were the spittin' image of the other two. Red hair, small, mouse-like features, and tiny freckle flecks across our sharp noses. I hoped they hadn't changed too much since the last time I saw them.

My phone blooped. (*bloop*)

I glanced down at the screen and read my text:

To: VinnVinn

From: SaySay

HEY ARE YOU THERE YET WHY HAVENT YOU CALLED ME YOU KNOW IM NOT GOOD AT TXTING!

I smirked and texted back, knowing her special phone would read it out loud to her in a robotic voice.

To: SaySay

From: VinnVinn

HEY CANT YOU SHUTUP AND WAIT A COUPLE HOURS? and arent you supposed to be asleep? i seriously think the jet lag is internally slaughtering me. i didnt sleep on the plane.

I groaned internally as I looked up and reached the massive pink building's campus. Did it really have to be pink? Honestly? Then I saw all the fancy outfits. Yellow dresses and blue suits everywhere, meandering around before classes.

I felt significantly underdressed as I looked down at my faded bellbottom jeans and converse. I also had a black and white striped long sleeve tee and two long, messy red braids. I bit my lip. Would've been nice if I was told there were uniforms. I thought bitterly. Well, it's now or never, Vinny. I said to myself and started the long trek across the yard, trying to ignore the stares and giggles.

"look at her shirt…"

"and those shoes..."

"… god what kind of hairstyle is that?"

"…commoner…"

"ew, gross…"

I twitched. I didn't know rich people were ACTUALLY this snobby. I always assumed it was just a stereotype. Oh how wrong I was. I pulled my bulky headphones over my ears and held my head high as I strode through the doors and searched for the main office. There was no way I was asking for help from these richbitches.

This year is gonna suck ass, I thought to myself as I dodged more comments and glares.

~end of C1~

Hm. so there it is. my very first chapter. i know its not all that great. i feel like i just barfed up a bunch of info about my character all on you guys, but i couldnt find a way to let it out slowly. soo please stick with me here. ill get better. and i appreciate reviews. oh, and dont be afraid to tell me all the crappy things about my writing. just go for it. it could really help. ~RBASA