Hello there, Sophie here! I've promised that I wouldn't start another story until I've finished the Fruits Basket Fan fiction. So this is only a test to see if it has a response. I'm going to post one chapter and if I get enough reviews/feedback I'll continue the story once I've got The Fruits Basket fic up and running (that fan-fiction will remain my main priority until it's completely finished) So here goes.
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Full Summary - ;
Haruhi Fujioka is your typical high school student. The only thing that separates her from her peers is the fact she is a poor, scholarship student. Being a commoner in a prestigious school can be difficult. That is if you don't have the right friends. Lucky for Haruhi she meets the Hitachiin twins, Tamaki Suoh, Mitsukuni Haninozuka, Kyoya Ohtori and Takashi Morinozuka. Once she nestles herself inside the well liked group the number of people who ridicule her begin to dwindle. Everything seems to go right and everyone treats her like one of them. Kyoya Ohtori slips her an invitation to an invite only party. She gladly accepts, all the while enjoying her new found friendship. Unknown to her that behind her back they all still laugh. Even the people who claimed to be her friends. The party is a set up and one of the members of the group sexually assaults Haruhi. They pass promiscuous flyers and pictures through the entire school while she collapses into herself. There are two members of the group that tried to protect her through the entire thing. Will she let them help? When the truth is told will the school believe Haruhi's story? Haruhi + Hikaru.
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Now I'm going to post a little teaser and you give me lovely reviews to see if I continue this little thing.
Haruhi P O V;
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Hello, my name is Haruhi and as of today I am the newest student at Ouran Academy. It has always been my dream to attend such a prestigious school. Most students here have impossibly rich parents and they can easily buy their way into the glorious place. People like me on the other hand; we have work, and work hard. So I did just that and got myself a scholarship. This is the moment I've been waiting for my entire life. Finally, I'm standing at the entrance to Ouran. It's everything I ever wanted.
So why am I still standing by the car? "Go on Haruhi! You're going to do beautifully! Who wouldn't want to make friends with my lovely baby girl?" My father (who was closer to a mother than anything else) cheered me on from inside the car. "Look at all these pretty young men, I wish I could come with you to school Ha~ru~hi!" Dad sang, already drawing attention to me. A feeble sigh rolled off my tongue and I smacked my forehead cynically. My dad said his good-byes and took the last of his seemingly endless pictures, then finally zoomed off.
Now I stood there, amongst the trail of black fog my father's car left behind. My school uniform made me a little more than noticeable. I looked conspicuous. It gave away the fact that I didn't belong here. My place in society, my rank, it made itself known in my clothing. Dad will swear up and down that I look cute, but what I look like is a boy drowning in his older brother's hand-me-down shirt and slacks. I wore large spectacles and with the glare you could hardly catch my eyes. All the girls that passed me by wore pretty, yellow dresses. All the boys looked clean cut with their blue blazers and black slacks.
Here goes nothing… I walked through the double doors and onto the campus. My modest heels clicked against the hard floor and I tried to not get carried away with all the sights. A few students made an effort to stop and gawk at me. In all honesty, it didn't bother me as much as I thought. Of course, it wasn't exactly pleasant—hearing people whisper about you behind your back. I can manage. Without speaking my own word of encouragement, I nodded and headed to my first class. Oh no! There's so many places and rooms, where the hell is my class? I grumbled, fumbling with my wrinkled map of the school.
"Aw, look little miss commoner is lost!" A female student laughed and stopped in front of me. Her brown eyes regarded me with distaste. I subtlety rolled my eyes and briskly pushed her. In the background I could hear her fuming. "How dare she! I was only trying to help!" She complained to her friends and everyone within range. My lips pressed into a fine line as I walked through a vacant hallway. My shoulders relaxed and I finally felt like I wasn't being completely judged. I'm sure if the walls of the school had voices they would snigger as I walked passed. How pitiful..
An elegant bell sounded, unlike the usual shrieking bell from middle school. It was soothing, but it also signaled that I was now late for my first class, on the first day of school no less. Despair etched on my face as I read the numbers on the rooms. "That's it I'm lost." I finally admitted, I was always proud that way. In my mind, if I worked hard enough I could accomplish anything. Becoming a student of this school was proof of that—but I suppose asking for help once in a while couldn't hurt.
Just as I turned around to retreat back to the main office I collided with a tall and firm body. It didn't take me long to lose my footing and I soon fell backwards on my bum—my torn books flying everywhere. I sat there, appalled. Not only did I just embarrass myself and possibly damage most of my books, but I also hit one of those snippy rich kids. With their power, who knew what they could do. A draft whooshed through the hallway, carrying my loose papers down the hall. "Perfect." I ground out. Before I could get to my feet was being picked up by the crook of my arm.
"You should watch where you walk." A mischievous voice warned. "Next time you might bump into someone who isn't so forgiving." He finished. I looked up to catch a glimpse of me 'kind' assailant. Golden eyes gleamed down at me, studying me—I could almost feel him invading my insides. His body was long and lean and he stood with a kind of importance. He too wore the blue blazer and black pants, except he looked rather disheveled. His wild reddish hair had a unique and deliberate style to it, but what would I know about that? I'm not a fashion consultant—or whatever their called.
"Aren't I just the luckiest girl alive?" I mocked as I spun around to pick up my things. Before I could get far I was yanked by that familiar grip. This time I was being dragged into the nearest lavatory. "What's the big idea? This is the boy's room!" I protested, smacking his hand away. I took a chance to glance around. For a men's bathroom it sure smelled clean and sparkled beautifully.
"Change." The strange boy ordered, thrusting a boy's uniform into my arms. Before I could object he pushed me into an open stall. "Hurry, we're already late for class, Haruhi." He said, tapping his foot impatiently against the marble flooring. My eyes widened a fraction as I slipped out of my baggy clothes and pulled the crisp, clean black slacks on. The fabric felt so nice against my skin I completely forgot to ask why he was doing this and how he knew my name. Once I finished adjusting the pant-legs and sleeves I exited the bathroom. "That's better." He said, stroking his chin thoughtfully.
Before I could stow my old clothes into my bag he snatched them up and threw them in the waste bin. "Hey!" I protested, but he only bent forward and placed his long index finger against my lips. I stood there fuming silently. Uncertain as to why he had done this in the first place. As far as I know he's not some fashion Nazi that patrolled the halls looking for rejects like me. Of course, I can't really deny the possibility. "Well can I go now?" I asked, my arms crossed over my chest. Before I knew it my vision went blurry. He had snatched my glasses right off my face. I couldn't believe his nerve!
"You look cuter when your eyes actually show." He half complimented. "Don't you have contacts?" He joked, handing it back to me. I was too busy fuming to notice the almost compliment. Once I placed my glasses securely back on her my nose I turned swiftly on the balls of my feet, and exited the bathroom. "Hold up!" He called behind me, I was so frustrated that a low growl rumbled in my throat. I'm not exactly sure if he heard it or not, but he appeared to have understood the point.
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Hikaru P O V ;
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The lunch room filled with chatter, all conversations died as they met my ears. The dainty silver fork felt like it would snap in my grasp as I began to prod the cold salmon in front of me. I hadn't touched it, not because I didn't like it, but because I was a bit preoccupied. My mirror image Kaoru sat beside me munching on his lunch. I could feel him growing bored of the dreary cafeteria scene as well. Despite my efforts to cheer up and suggest a game, I could not.
Lately, everything and everyone lost my interest quickly. Apart from Kaoru of course. "So you didn't tell me why you were late for class this morning?" Kaoru's voice broke through the endless buzzing in my ear—he was the only one who had that capability. My golden eyes shifted towards him for a moment and then back at my now, revolting salmon. Memories from the morning filled my head as I struggled to remember the events that led to my being tardy. A cute girly face hidden behind thick rimmed glasses popped into my head.
"Charity case." I muttered, not wanting to admit that I had actually shown a real interest in anyone other than Kaoru who snorted and ran a hand through his auburn tresses. "What? It's true. I saw this poor commoner drowning in filth so I helped." I defended, turning my nose up. Tamaki leaned forward, Hunny at his side. I shot them curious looks while Kyoya and Mori gazed off into the abyss. "Isn't she just the cutest?" Tamaki gushed, his blue eyes sparkling more than usual. One of my slender brows raised in a questioning manner, a expression that was mirrored by Kaoru.
"Who?" We asked in unison.
"Haruhi Fujioka of course!" He seemed almost offended that we still didn't know who he spoke of. "The scholarship student! The girl dressed in the boy's uniform!" Tamaki shouted, pointing his index finger across the café. I narrowed my eyes to get a clearer image of a lonely figure eating a box lunch. An impish grin curved onto my lips and I turned to my brother. Of course he seemed to catch on quickly.
"Since she's…" Kaoru started.
"She's all by herself.." I added.
"Let's play with her." We finished together, our arms draped across each other's shoulders. A gleeful smile graced Tamaki and Hunny's faces. I would never, ever admit that I was doing this only to because this strange girl interested me in a way. She didn't swoon or even know who I was for Christ's sake! This will be a very fun game.
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Haruhi's P O V ;
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A great deal of racket began to sound from across the room and my curious nature almost forced me to look. There stood the boy from earlier. Attached to his shoulders was an identical twin. They caught my eyes and began to walk toward me. "Oh god, please no! There's two of them?" I could have died, my head rested atop the table as I felt my soul leaving me. "I'm in hell."
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Okie, tell me what you think!
If I get a decent amount of reviews I'll continue this story.
It's cheery now but there will be a great deal of angst and betrayal.
This story is labeled…
Angst/Hurt/Comfort/Romance xD
Oh and this won't always be first person—cause I suck at 1st person. The next chapter would be back to 3rd person.