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Dammit! I could hear the mob running after me. I dashed through the hallways hoping that I would be saved by a teacher or any type of faculty member that could stop this blood thirsty crowd chasing me. A brief glance was all it took to see that they joined in as well. No where to run, no where to hide. My only exit was the window in the lady's room. I stumbled through the door trying to catch my breath. I lifted my thoughts up to heaven and repented of my sins. If I were going to die, I might as well kill myself instead of letting these animals have the pleasure of doing so. I took a deep breath before releasing the pipe that held me on the narrow segment of wood. I closed my eyes only remembering the beautiful scenery that surrounded me and this hellhole. How did I get to this point? Let's see shall we?
Tsukiko Nakayama is my name, age fourteen. I received a strange letter in the mail that granted me a scholarship for Ouran Academy. Despite my unwillingness to go, I went in order to make my parents happy. It was a warm spring day when I first walked into the building. It was so beautiful that I stood there in awe for awhile. I cautiously walked through the halls with my hip length chestnut hair swaying across my back and my tawny eyes wandering across the rooms. So this is where all the stuck up brats go. I eyed the elaborate paintings that hung on the wall; most of them were framed with real gold and precious metals. I scoffed at the thought of being here for four years, just looking at this waste of money made my stomach churn. "As you can see we try to make every student feel at home in Ouran Academy." I was sick of the school already and the tour guide with his practiced lines just made it worse. "Yo, Mom, can I go home now?" She shot me a dirty look before scolding me. "We've worked so hard so you could attend here and this is the thanks I get? I can't believe that your father and I raised such an ungrateful brat." Her words left bitterness in the air. I silenced myself secretly hoping that a lightening bolt would come and strike me dead now. I leaned against the wall waiting for the salesman to finish acting out his play. I already know how things like this go, I would either be hated or loved by everyone, and one false move could have me lynched or the center of attention, neither of which I wanted. "Honestly, Tsukiko, why do you always have to act this way? Your dad and I work three jobs just to make ends meet and…" I began to tune her out as it was the same old lecture that I've been receiving since I was ten. "Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm ungrateful and you guys bust your asses so you can afford living expenses. Are you done now?" An awkward silence fell within the car. I stared at the trees and meadows we passed on our way home. Lucky birds, they get to go where ever they want without anyone bugging them. "Ah, your home! How did the tour go?" My father was his usual happy-go-lucky self. After seeing what I did today I began comparing are humble home to the extravagant school. Our home consisted of three bedrooms, a kitchen, a bathroom, and a living room. "Tsukiko, are you okay?" I nodded, shaking myself out of my thoughts. "I'm fine, where's Kazuhiro?" "He's out back." I walked through the narrow alleyway that led to our small 'yard' it was more like a box really, but that doesn't really matter. I stared at the child who almost caused a divorce. His shoulder-length blond hair blew in the wind giving him a radiant appearance. He was a result of our mother's affair with a French nobleman. He looked at me with his emerald green eyes and soul piercing gaze. "Onee-chan, are you really going to that school?" I could see the disappointment in his eyes when I answered. "Yeah, I have no choice." "Will you still play with me?" His innocence brought a smile to my face. "I promise I will."
My first day in Ouran academy, this is going to be interesting. I felt as if I were a new creature that they never seen before. They stared and whispered watching my every move as if I were a thief. "I can't believe that they let in another commoner." "I know, if this keeps up our reputation will go down." They didn't even try to whisper as they gawked at me. "If you've got something to say, say it to my damn face!" I was ready to knock all of their teeth out. The crowd slowly dissipated leaving me with a sense of peace. These rich bastards have no respect. I was now fuming, ready to attack the next person saw. I walked briskly with my head down staring at the floor. I felt someone bump into me, whether it was on purpose or not, I opened my mouth. "Watch where you're going!" I looked up to see a tall gloomy figure standing above me. His obsidian hair perfectly framed his handsome face. He adjusted his glasses looking at me with his gorgeous black eyes. How can someone be so beautiful? I melted when I looked into his eyes, forgetting the rage that was ready to be unleashed. "I'm sorry." I apologized immediately when I saw that he was an upper-classman. "Save it for someone who cares, you almost stepped on my shoes." My little fantasy came to an end. Shoes? Who cares about those damn shoes? "How rude! You shouldn't worry about shoes when you bump into someone! You should apologize!" "For what?" he smirked. "You were the idiot who bumped into me. These shoes are worth more that your house and family combined. Get out of my sight." Without even a second glance he walked off leaving a trail of conceit and arrogance. That bastard! He might be cute but he's so damn full of himself. The further into the day I went the worse people became. So far rumors about me murdering someone had surfaced and that I once strangled a guy for looking at me the wrong way. I laughed at their stupidity, not that I like these rumors but if it keeps those creeps away from me I'm perfectly fine. People avoided me in the hallways, a great achievement for the first day of school. I became bored with this whole psychopathic murderer idea quickly, by the end of the day I was thinking of a way to have new rumors surface. I love it when people entertain me with my life. I wandered around the school for a bit, I loved the silence in the hall way and the ominous presence that seemed to follow me. The third music room's door was left slightly ajar, enticing me with its bright lighting and colorful décor, until I entered the room. "Welcome!"
