Authors Note: Hello everybody! I took way to long to update this, and found a few of my previous chapters riddled with mistakes and inacuracies. I am such a failure... But now I am back and sure not to screw things up! So enjoy reading, and please don't foget to review!
My first day at Ouran was not the sugar coated dream Father had made it out to be. I was in my second year of high school but this was my first year at Ouran. (My first being at the Lobelia Academy. Raving school of lesbians.)
"Welcome back for a new year here at Ouran everybody!" the teacher piped cheerfully. "We have a new student joining us. Her name is Riku Satoshi."
I stood at the front of the room looking at all the blue and yellow. Everybody was looking at me, scrutinizing me by even the way I was breathing. Not to sound vein, but I don't look that bad. In my family we were a tad on the taller side and had an almost an orange tinge to our hair when fall comes around. And be sure to know I wasn't fat, but I wasn't exactly skinny.
My eyes wandered around the room and I got sick of all the colors so I focused in the corner where there was just a wall, the only empty seat in the room. "Please take your seat next to Tamaki."
I drifted down the aisles with as much grace as I could, which wasn't all that much. I hate being a klutz, I thought to myself as I got to the back. Apparently Tamaki was either a morning person or a flaming homosexual, or possibly both. He smiled so warmly I thought his face might catch fire.
Class started and everybody did class work, but I was dreaming. Several times I involuntarily started writing poems instead of the notes we were supposed to be taking. Each time I caught myself and got back to work, saving the poems for the book. Midway through class, the teacher had to leave so we all got a break. Friends stood up and grouped together. Some of them shot me glances, but they all looked away when I looked at them.
Instead of being bothered that nobody was talking to me, I took out my poem book and took the poems from my notes into the pages. They weren't exactly poems, just thoughts on life and other various things. Sometimes they had rhythm and a bit of rhyme to them, so I got in the habit of calling them poems. I always had this book with me, so the pages were well worn and the first poems smudged. When you opened it you could sometimes catch the smell of roses drifting from them.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Tamaki!" said the blonde boy who had just now returned. I nearly jumped a foot that he got that close.
"I figured seeing as I sat by you," I replied. He began to look at the notebook but I hurriedly closed it and stowed it out of sight.
He blinked but shook it off. Just as he was about to say something, the teacher came back in. "Everybody, time for class to begin! Back to your seats, and notebooks out!"