"Miranda could you please come down to the kitchen," shouted my mom from downstairs.

It was early in the morning, like 10 am or so. It was Saturday and I was, of course, sleeping in my comfy bed. I was dreaming about being chased by a dog when I heard my mom yell at me.

"Miranda! Get your fat ass down here," I heard her shout again. Holy…

Startled, I woke up and fell from my bed. Annoyed, I climbed up my bed again.

"What? It's Saturday, we had an agreement that you wouldn't wake me up on weekends!" I yelled at her.

"Miranda, did you just yell at me?" Shit.

I heard loud footsteps, making their way up the stairs and stop in front my door. Jesus Crist, please don't let her... and as I assumed, she kicked the door open. She then went to the window and pulled the curtains apart, making poisoning light hit my eyes.

"Gaaaaaah my eyes!" I screamed and began rolling back and forth on my bed.

"Miranda!" she turned around and took the cover off me with a little struggle. I sat straight up and watched my mom take some clothes and throw them at me. She had curly blond hair and kind of violet eyes. Her face was mixed with annoyance and anger. Oh god. What have I done to make her that angry? I thought to myself.

"Get dressed and met me in the kitchen, I have something to discuss with you. You have 10 minutes; if you're late, there will be no breakfast for you," she said and walked out of my room. Did I do something to deserve this? Why is she so angry and why is she threatening with breakfast? I wondered.

I stared at the wall a couple of seconds and groaned.

Lucky for her that I love food.

I was still blinded by the light, but either way, I proceeded my way to the bathroom. I took off my shirt and turned around.

I saw my reflection and it was a pretty one at that. My long white, straight hair was a mess. My violet eyes had eye bags under them. That's what you get when you play world of titans all night (a made up game XD). I washed my face and dressed myself, not even bothering to brush my hair and went downstairs. There in the kitchen at the table sat my mom with a cup. She looked really sad for some reason. Whatever happened, it could not be good. When she saw me at the doorframe, she pointed at a chair and told me to sit. Timidly I sat down and looked at her… and she looked back at me. There was a big tension in the room and suddenly I felt as if I was some kind of a criminal being judged. Does she know about the fire in the kitchen yesterday? I was just hungry and then when I tried to cook, well… all I can say is that I don't belong in the kitchen.

With a heavy sigh, she put the cup down.

Oh my god, now I have really done it. A pearl of sweat trickled down my forehead and I swallowed hard.

"Miranda," my mom started.

"I swear to God it wasn't my fault I burned down the kitchen!"

"Wait, what? What are you talking about?" she asked. There was a silence a couple of seconds.

"Just to be sure, what are you talking about?" I asked back with a dumb face.

"I'm talking about sending you to Japan to meet your father and brother".

Oh… Gosh, I feel so stupid. She just wanted to send me to…

"You are sending me WHERE?" I stood up from my chair and slammed my hands on the table. I really hope that I heard wrong. Startled from my action she looked up at me.

"Well, I think it is unfair for you to only being with me."

"…"

I'm getting a bad feeling about this.

"You should also spend some time with your father and I know you miss your brother," She explained with a sad smile.

Bad feeling… confirmed.

I could feel my eyes twitch for a second. I sank slowly in my seat and looked at her with a dumbed face. What makes her think that I, Miranda Suoh, want to meet my father, whom I don't even know or care about. And why is she implying that I miss my brother? I don't want to EVER see him again. EVER. Not after what he did to me.

"So what do you think?" she asked, not looking into my eyes.

"I think this is bullshit, firstly; no, secondly; I can't even speak Japanese and thirdly; I'm fully content being here and annoy you."

She chuckled and I smiled. I really love my mom, even though she hits me with the wooden spoon sometimes. I was kind of the troublemaker in the family, but hey, there's always a black sheep in the flock.

"Miranda. You know that I love you, right?" My attention was on her face again.

"Yeees?" I answered slowly. I was getting suspicious. She is planning something.

"Then could you do this for me, please," she said with pleading eyes. Not the puppy eyes. I hate them. They always make me do stuff I don't want to do.

I groaned loudly and smacked my head on the table. This was going to leave a bruise.

"Please?"

"Ugh alright," I gave in. Suddenly she stood up happy and hugged me really tight.

Love. So… much love. "Great, I already packed your bags," she exclaimed.

(=_=) She packed my bags…

"Now go, the plane's lifting in four hours"

Many hours later

So here I am.

In a foreign country.

Right now, I am at the Suoh mansion 1# in my own room. The mansion was so big that I couldn't find a suitable word to describe it.

In the mansion were many maids who are at this very moment trying to unpack my bags. But I won't let them. There is private stuff in there. Mischievous stuff.

I unpacked all my bags by myself.

Let's check that I have everything, Computer, phone, headphones, chips, food, clothes, games, video camera, my Lord of The Ring sword, The Ring, Hulk gloves, and I think that was everything.

Content I lay on my big sized bed and breathed out. That was a lot of work. I let my body relax and I was almost asleep when I heard a knock and a maid came in. "Mister Suoh wishes you to eat breakfast with him at the dinning table with your grandmother." I made a face. I don't want to eat with them and it's like 7 am. Can't they let me catch up to some sleep or is it too much to ask?

"Umm Miranda-san, are going?"

"Do I have a choice" I said. He didn't even greet me and now he wants to have breakfast with me? Well, maybe he was asleep.

The maid looked taken aback by my comment.

"I was just joking," I said and gave a charming smile. The smiled and blushed a little. I really love my looks and charms. "But are you going like that," she asked. I looked at my clothes, an attack on titan hoodie and jeans. "Yes." There was no way I was going to change. It's too much effort.

At the dining table I sat in the chair to the farthest left and my dad sat across me. Suddenly he starts speaking in Japanese, but I don't understand, but to not look stupid, I just nod. He made a face and then switched to France. " I haven't met you in a long time Miranda. What a beautiful women you have grown into," he said and smiled.

"Umm thanks, I guess."

We then sat there in silence. Tik, tok, tik, tok. Still silence. Isn't this room too hot? I glanced at my father and saw him staring at me. How weird it was. I haven't met him like 2- 3 years? And now he is sitting right in front of me. I'm having mixed feeling about this. I'm happy that I could meet him again, but at the same time I didn't like him for leaving mom in France.

I was about to say something to him but an old lady came in the room. My dad stood up and pulled a chair out. Should I also stand? Yes, I should probably stand. The on a cue, my body stood up. The old lady looked at me as if I were crazy. Ok, that was a bad idea. Sit! Slowly I sunk down in my chair again

I had a feeling that this was not going to end well.

"Mother, this is Miranda, Miranda this is your grandmother," he said in English this time.

My face broke into a smile. I was finally going to have a grandmother who bakes cookies and defends me from my parents and do grandmother-ish stuff. I looked at her with joyful eyes and spoke in English, "Hi grandma, it's nice to meet you, we are going to have so much fu…"

"Don't talk to me unless you are spoken to," she interrupted me.

"What the fuck…" I leaned back, put my hand on my chest and made a face. That was really rude.

The chefs came in with silver trays and put them on the table. The food looked delicious and I started to drool. Mmm food.

The old ha…my grandma eyed me disgustingly. Ok, so the bitch doesn't like me. Sucks to be her, but I'm going to stay here until mom comes and begs me to come back. She was the one who dumped me here.

We ate in silence and there was a HUGE tension in the room. She almost ruined my appetite. Almost.

"You are sixteen right," she said. It didn't sound as a question, more like a remark.

"Yes," I said, determination in voice. "And you are 150 right?" I said with a smirk and drank my glass of juice. The face she made was priceless. I choked on my juice and fell off my chair. I was choking, but laughing at the same time. The jokes I made would always make my mom laugh, even though she was sick she looked really healthy.

But when she would be bedridden, I would sometimes get scared. I always tried to make her laugh or at least smile to lighten her world. But still… laugh can't cure her illness.

"What would a brat like you know?" she said. Someone was cranky today. "Relax grandma, it was a joke. Actually, you look like a fresh sunflower today" I gave her a charming smile. Please don't notice the sarcasm; please don't notice the sarcasm, please. I could feel my lips twitch upwards. A snicker could be heard across from me. Well, at least someone was amused.

"Miranda, today you are going to begin a new school," my dad said with a grin. I was what? He gave me pictures at the "school", as he called it. He must have replaced them with pictures from a Barbie movie because this school was girly as fuck. "Why is the school pink? And what are those yellow things?"

"Oh, those are the female uniforms. Aren't they cute? I picked them out myself," I gave him a bored expression. Is he expecting me to wear THAT?

No, I refuse. I won't. No. Nope. I shook my head and looked back at the photos. Ugh, Barbie.

"Now get dressed and go to school now. You don't want to be late," he said and stood up, bowed to grandma and walked out from the dining room.

Nooo, don't leave me here with her! Come back!

I looked at her expressionless face for a while.

"Well, I should get going now," I speed walked out. Wait! She's my grandma. I need to be polite. I speed walked in again, bowed and walked out.

Not bothering to dress in that horrible thing, I walked in the limo. "To the pink school!" I said and pointed forward. The chauffeur chuckled and started to drive in the opposite direction I was pointing to.

A/N

Hi there! So this is my first fanfic. I hope you really enjoyed it. If you liked it, leave a comment! Comments gives me courage to continue this story!

BTW; I don't own Ouran high school host club or any of its characters. I only own my OC.