'Crap, crap, crap, crap!' I berated myself as I ran through the empty hall.

My name, Yune A. Kinjo. Age, 17, height 6ft giant, hair, elbow length and ink black. For now readers, that is all that needs to be known about my profile.

You see, I have outstanding intelligent, and after 3 years of trying, I have been accepted into Ouran High School mid year. As a good first impression, I got up early, and started for my car. When I started it up, nothing happened. It seems someone stole the gas. By the time I got the gas for it I was very behind schedule.

Add to that, when I finally got to the school, I got lost in its maze of corridors. That is were I am now. Running around finding my first period class, that started 20 mins ago. Go me!

mins later

I open the small door, and the teacher stopped abruptly. He gave me a cold stare and asked,

"Who might you be Miss?" I handed him a pink slip that excused my car related absents.

"I'm sorry, I got lost on my way here!" I put my hand at the back of my head and started rubbing. I don't dare look at my classmates, I could feel their eyes burning through my skin. I guess I could have dressed more appropriately. A much to big for me red sweat shirt, and black pants doesn't suit a preps school.

"Aw, the new girl. Take an unoccupied desk. I will overlook your extreme tardiness today, but it will not be accepted again." I nodded my head and left to a secluded chair at the back of the room. Taking out paper and a pencil I absorbed myself into my work. Even as focused as I was, I saw the glances, and heard the whispers. You know what readers? I think this will be a long year.

As the school day came to a close I had no one talk to me at all. This was just fine by me. I could bare with no friends at this school, after all, my friends are at home. I just needed to focus on school work, that is all.

Walking down the hall I noticed the busy maids. They dusted and cleaned windows taking there time.

"Miss, do you need anything?" Asked the middle aged maid behind me.

"No thank you."

"Well, if you need anything be sure to ask, after all it is my job." She smiled kindly at me.

"You guess must have a lot of work on your hands! I bet the pay is good." I laughed, trying to take the awkwardness I was feeling away.

"But of course! 40,000 yen a day is nothing to sneeze at!" My mouth fell open, and I lost all color.

"That much!? Sign me up!" I begged.

"You can't get a job miss, it is agents school policy."

"Is that so." I let out a big sigh. "I could have used that money too."

"You won't happen to be that new student? The poverty one." 'POVERTY!?' I mentally yelled.

"I'm not that poor, I could just use the money is all." I answered, hiding the anger in voice. I looked strait at her, and her eyes just yelled, 'She's trying not to burden me with her money problems.

"Well Miss Kinjo, I can be of some help. You can't get a job, but you could 'work' at a club. I know this person who could use a hand. He his part of the Oortori family, and he his a great business man. In fact, the club he helps run should still be in if you hurry!" She started to scrabble something on a piece of paper. "Here give him this. His name is Kyouya and is a fine young lad." She handed me the paper and directions to the club. Bless this woman, that money is going to buy me some cool stuff!

"Thanks! I think I will pay the man a visit now." I smiled slyly and ran to the club.