Disclaimer: I don't own OHSHC.

A girl, about the age of 16, looked out her window thoughtfully. Her laptop was sitting in idle in front of her, and she needed inspiration for a story she was writing. Snow covered her neighbor's lawn, as it was December. The 25th, to be exact. She had opened her presents the previous night, and she was pleased with what she got. Her father had gotten her a snowmobile, and her mother got her an iPod. She was just too focused on typing right now.

"Holly, you up yet?" Her father called from the bottom of the stairs. "Remember, you and your brother have to be on that plane by 5 A.M! Hurry up and eat breakfast!"

Holly saved her current progress, and shut down her computer. Putting it in her backpack, she jumped down the stairs. As she pulled out a box of wheaties, she heard her brother slump down the stairs.

"Why do we have to get up this early? I mean, really?" Sam said as he slouched over to the table.

"Duh, so we get to Japan on time. Remember, the open house starts at 12:00 P.M. their time, and if we leave at 5 A.M, we should have time to get there and everything." Holly replied, in the know-it-all tone.

"Guys, better get going! You are going to miss your flight!" Their father yelled.

Holly and Sam sprinted out the door, Holly picking up her backpack on the way. As she jumped in the car, she made a plan of what she would do when she got there.

Alright, first I am going to the Open House… Her thoughts were distracted when she remembered where she was going. Ouran… Wow. Their website made it sound great. But… I don't usually get along with rich snobby people. She sighed.

"Honey, you alright?" Her mom said, reaching back and patting her leg. "Just don't worry, everything will be fine."

"Last time somebody said that to me, I almost died." Holly replied, recalling the time that her brother told her that jumping off a bridge was fun. She knew she would never live it down.

She glared at Sam, and if he hadn't been sleeping, he would have been suffering for the next week.

She glanced at her current outfit. A pair of her trademark flared jeans, with a black Honda shirt on. She had white tennis shoes, and a sapphire necklace. Holly remembered her friend, Adrianne, who, if she saw her in her current outfit, would beat her senseless. Everybody has met one, the typical blonde who spends her spare time organizing her closet by brand, in alphabetical order. Then, if you asked her where Greenland was, she'd say it was in Hawaii.

Then she remembered the rest of her best friends, and Becky came to mind. Being the total opposite of Adrianne, she spent her spare time dominating video games, and playing around on the internet. Her closet looked more like a torture chamber than a closet. She had pictures of her favorite anime characters strewn about, and there was absolutely no sign of sanity.

She smiled and remembered the weird incidents that all of them had been through. Ranging from salt to Bambi, they could make a joke out of anything.

"Sweetie? Is your brother sleeping? If he is wake him up, because we are here." Her mom said, pulling the car into a parking spot.