DISCLAMER: I DO NOT OWN OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB!
But I do own Tenka and her Mother.
Basicly this chapter is just to know Tenka, so its not really a chapter...
Mokuzai Tenka sat down at her desk and sighed. She had long black hair and aqua-green eyes. When she stood up she was 5' wore a white dress that came barley above her knees that her grandmother, who recently passed away, made for her. She also wore long black socks with it, paying no attention to Ouran's uniforms. She go the same stairs from her class mates. They all avoided her. They thought she was cold and cruel. People in the past tried to be friends with her, but Tenka would always push them away. The door swung open and the freshmen jolted her head up to see who was at the door. Just the teacher. The strange fifteen year old girl returned to her thoughts and again, sighed.
AUTHORS NOTE:I wrote this story a long....time ago. Back in 6th/7th grade. So it is NOT very is, or at least, is close to being a Mary-sue. I'm not deleting it because it was my first finished story and I'm kind of proud of it. I'm not rewriting it because I don't have enough time. So, you have been warned.