(Disclaimer: I do not own anything on Ouran. All I own is the plot and the new characters, Kagura and Peter Partridge.)

Prologue

After what seemed like forever, my dad finally got the papers in at the front office. I sighed with relief, and smiled up at him when he came into the limo that I was waiting for him in. "So, all done?" I asked.

"All done, sweet cheeks," he smiled, pinching my cheek.

"Oh, Dad…!" I laughed, pushing his hand away. "Not in front of the school!"

He smiled down at me and kissed me on the forehead. "Okay, darling," he said, and motioned the driver to go home. I smiled up at my father as he looked out the window, and thought to myself about what I'd have ever done without him in my life. Sure, I was 16, but he was my dad, and I would never ask for another. He was the best man in the world, and wasn't like any other man. How would I know? Because he wasn't my real dad… I had had a few fathers in my years, but this man was the best one anyone could ask for. He was widowed and he was the only one (not including his maids and stuff) that was taking care of me. Don't get me wrong, I didn't just love him because of how rich he was – no way – but more because he was so kind and generous and loving… I mean, he was enrolling me into Ouran High School! I couldn't believe it until he actually did it. It felt like a dream – heck, having this man as my father was a dream all together!

See, what happened was my parents left me at the orphanage when I was 7, promising me that they'd return, but after a couple of years, I got a message that they had disappeared off the face of the planet. Don't have to say how that ended… Ever since then, I had been moving homes, being abused by some fathers (and some mothers!), or being treated to do chores and never getting a decent day in my life. So, naturally, I had to call the police about the bad behaviour, and I changed home again. Only 2 people were great to me, but they didn't want me. They sent me back.

So, now, I'm living with this man who had migrated from Australia named Peter Partridge. What they say is true – Australian people are so much better to be looked after if you're an orphan.

But I should have known… You can't always be happy… especially if you're me.