I am a daydreamer.

My mother says that daydreaming is just when you allow your imagination to run away. Imagining the past or present positively or negatively. She says they're silly things, wishful things that only you can see. My mother's a daydreamer too.

She told me that her daydreams got her into a lot of trouble when she was my age though. She was an aggressive daydreamer. If she didn't like someone, she would let it be known. She'd picture it in her end and she'd draw it onto paper.

My mom isn't as aggressive now as she was then. I've seen some of her work and it reminds me of a horror movie, sometimes.

My dad is a daydreamer, too. But he says when he was my age he daydreamed about his success. He would daydream about following in his father's footsteps. Becoming a very large and successful scientist. One of those guys finding cures for cancer, AIDS, and those sorts of things. He daydreamed about marrying my mother all the time and living in a larger-than-life mansion with a daughter to pass it onto. He said that he daydreamed hard enough and it happened.

I'm a different kind of daydreamer though. I daydream when I'm awake, and when I'm asleep. My mother says it's a gift in a curse because I see more than I need to. But it's always been like that, and I've learned to rear it. Think positive, think negative, dream in between. That's my mantra.

I don't use my daydreaming for good. Because Karma only works one way and not the other. If you do good, good does not come back around. If you do bad, bad comes around and around and around. I've visually analyzed everything I could have done that wouldn't have made me who I am now.

But then I see, it wasn't my fault – I did good and bad came around. Or was it an undercover good that I hadn't analyzed?

Good and bad are opposites, and opposites attract. Then there are similar's as they call it that repel.

But the more I think of that, I think of how stupid opposite and similar sound. But you see, a double negative leads to the original identity of the term.

But here I go, over analyzing and thinking too hard.

Sitting back in my seat, I averted my eyes from out of the window and back onto the board.

Class had been going on for how long now? How long had I been zoned out?

Darting my eyes to the clock above the door, I checked the time.

Forty minutes into second period, the last time I had written notes was thirty five minutes ago. Eyeing my desk, I looked for my pencil.

Noting it was not there, I scanned the floor for it – or someone else's fallen utensil.

The only thing I had found was some really dusty blue pen with a pumpkin on the end of it. Wiping it off with the bottom of my dress, I peered at the board copying quickly.

Side notes there, information here, dates there, a little…

Circles in the corner of the page. Again, and again, as I looked at the board. The information was not needed, really. I don't want to know about the Mass Suicides in Okinawa. I don't want to hear about 'wartime sex slaves', and I really, really don't think that it is okay for anyone to be telling me that my ancestors had people buried alive.

I clicked at the top of my pen, reading and rereading the text on the board.

A room full of women and men alike; gray streaks running through their hair. Dressed formally sitting at oak tables arguing about who they were killing, and why. The women aren't heard because they're women. One man says to have an 'Asian Holocaust'. Order the military personnel to bury their prisoners.

Shaking my head of the thoughts, I grimaced.

Fucking school.

I looked out the window again. Sometimes I wish I was a bird. I could just fly away, fly somewhere far and not come back until I felt like it.

But then again, if I was a bird, I wouldn't ever feel like it. I wouldn't feel anything I didn't need to. I'd feel the wind, and that is what would determine my next flight.

I want the world.

The bell rang, the teacher ended his lesson and left the classroom. I glanced around my class, most were standing – in their groups associating with one another. The girls gossiped as usual. Some boys were at the board huddled around a list. Most likely of who they thought they cutest girls were. I shoved my books in my bag and took out my journal.

Eyeing my pen, I wrote my scattered thoughts across the page.

And no, I didn't let a thought interrupt my flow. After about five minutes or so, I rested the pen down and held the book up slightly. I'd written song lyrics. I smiled to myself.

So, let me give you something to think about

Inundate your mind with intentions to turn you out

Can't forget the focus on the picture in front of me

You as clear as DVD on digital TV screen

I hummed the lyrics almost silently trying to figure out a beat. I tried it again. Biting my lip, I read it repeatedly.

With a huff, I gave up tucking the pen into my notebook and closing it. I stood up from my desk, picked up my journal and bag and exited the classroom. I had to get ready for next period phys ed anyway.

Walking down the halls, I headed for the girls locker room. I couldn't help but look at my mahogany-toned arms. I was one of the many black people in Japan. I was the only black student at Ouran though. Not that it bothered me. I carried myself the same way every other respected family did.

I stuck to my parent's circle. Well, sort of. I don't have friends, and I don't want any. Had I needed any friends, it would be up there with Japan's third class medical families. I guess you could say I wasn't of the…richer variety. I was just a rich commoner. My parents wanted the best for me, though.

That's why I attend Ouran Academy along with some of the other children with similar backgrounds. Lawyers, doctors, scientists, more.

But even in that average circle of people, I was still an outcast. People of my descent are all over the world, however I'm of the very few ones located in Japan. Even so, my family has been around for awhile. They've been here ever since my great, great, grandfather followed his one true love here – only to have her ripped away from him. My family has stayed here ever since.

I sort of like that about my family. A long line of daydreamers, dream followers. People with dreams are hard to come by now, but I'm glad that I'm one of them. Pulling the sliding door open to reveal long lines of lockers I walked in, closing the door behind me. I walked over to my locker located farthest away from everyone else.
No one in the school used this locker – at all. There was a rumor long ago about how some poor 'Hanako-san' died at this school in a WWII bombing. Now she haunts locker-rooms, and bathrooms and lockers of unsuspecting people who call out her name or some tired bullshit like that.

'Hanako-san' sounds like that ghost story Bloody Mary which by the way, was based on an actual woman named Mary from England. That is neither here or there, so I'll drop it.

Walking over to my locker, I opened it and shoved my journal and bag in, taking my gym clothes out, I began to strip.

When I was all but naked, I pulled on my lavender shorts, and the white t-shirt provided. Tucking it in, I leaned over and pulled on my socks followed by my sneakers. Shoving my uniform into my locker, I exited the locker-room from the door opposite of the one I entered.

Once onto the track field, I glanced at the sun. Today was hot. I suppose that was a good thing.

I found a place to sit in the shade, and started daydreaming again. Absentmindedly picking at my dreaded hair, I unwinded it out of it's high ponytail. Letting it fall and swoon around me I ran my fingers through it.

Dreadlocks. I had a head full of really soft dreadlocks that didn't even look like they were locked. They looked like twists, and people often called them that too. When I visit Okinawa, I see people with dreads, and I feel less like I'm an outcast and more like I'm apart of a hidden society.

Then we go back to Bunkyo, Tokyo and I feel alone again.

I suppose I can't really say I'm alone. After all, I should be a 'C' class men, and I'm an 'A'-class. I know how, but I really don't think my ancestors dreamed their asses off for me to get my education handed to me on some sort of unfairly silver platter.

"Lineage counts first, wealth a close second." That's the school motto. I thought we got over discrimination already.

Pulling myself out of my thoughts, the bell rang signaling that phys ed was about to start, and the rest of the 'A'-class students would be getting prepared for physical education. Within the minutes, girls and boys alike filed out into the field chatting amongst themselves.

I stood from where I was previously seated and stretched. Our Phys ed teacher came out and blew her whistle. I jogged over to the rest of the group as she greeted us, stone-faced.

"Today, we will be doing partner exercises. Grab a partner everyone!" She yelled. I watched the groups divide like the red sea. No one came diving for me, and I didn't go diving for anyone else.

I stood to the side and everyone sort of looked at me awkwardly. I avoided eye-contact with everyone. Where in the hell were my fellow dread-heads?

Someone grabbed my arm, and when I looked up to see who it was it was Kaoru Hitachiin. "Hey, mind if I'm your partner?" He offered with a small smile.

I shook my head slightly. "That's cool. Hikaru's absent today?" I asked him, diverting my eyes away from him and back towards the coach.

"Nah, he decided to be Haruhi's partner this time." He answered, his voice a little low.

I made an o-shape with my mouth. "Well, hey. I don't suck that bad. I can run, well jog-er .. I can walk pretty quickly." I said with a small smile. He chuckled and squeezed my arm.

"It's no problem, Ferah."

The coach yelled something about twenty dynamic lunges and right when I was about to start; a thought dawned on me.

"Kaoru?" I called softly.

"Yeah?"

"How did you know my name?" I asked. He froze. His lips pursed, then gave me a nervous grin.

"We've had almost every class together since fifth grade. How could I not?" He replied to me. "A more important question would be how did you know I'm not Hikaru?"

I pursed my lips. "Contrary to popular belief, you two don't really look all-that-alike." He gaped at me, as if I hadn't really said that. Well, I think I sort of did.

I turned and stood facing Kaoru, who hovered over me his eyes clouding. I grabbed his hands and his eyebrow furrowed. "Kaoru, lunge backwards when I say go, alright?" He nodded slightly and followed me downwards.

"Go."

He lunged backwards as I lunged forward. Then I lunged backwards and him forward. This happened over and over again. I sort of lost count after five and drifted off. Had I even been in Japan since fifth grade? Okay, yes, but wasn't the entire school year. I went to America and then Europe. Didn't come back until eighth grade so…why would Kaoru Hitachiin remember me? Hell, my teacher's even forget me.

And then…

I crashed onto my face. Kaoru was laughing – a long with the rest of the A-class. Of course, that's why Kaoru remembered me.

Because he and Hikaru were jackasses, and that's why I didn't associate with people. Sitting up, I pushed my hair out of my face and excused myself to the nurses office.

I'd sat in Headmaster Suoh's office for at least ten minutes before I'd finally been called in. When I was, he asked me to sit down and tell him my reason for coming.

Avoiding his eyes and looking at the scattered papers and pens on his desks, I thought back to my father's desk at home. It was similar to this, only he'd had books upon books stacked on top of one another.

"O-machido sama, how can I help you Endo-san?" He said kindly, his hands folded above the desk. I kept my hands on my lap, fully aware that I had been under dressed. I was still in my phys ed wear, and that alone was unacceptable.

"Headmaster-sama, Coach had asked us to choose partners for the exercise. Seeing as I'm not much of a friendly-friend person with the other students I stayed to the side. Kaoru Hitachiin approached me offering to be my partner." I'd started. My eyes had gone to the bookcase in the far right of the room.

Scanning the array of books, I pursed my lips turning back to the headmaster to hear he'd gone on a slight tangent on how nice the younger Hitachiin was when he wasn't around his brother. I bit my lip.

Twins are better together. If they weren't meant to be with each other they wouldn't be twins. Siblings bring out the best and worst.

"I thought nothing of it until the exercise began. Hitachiin-kun pulled me more than necessary and sent me crash landing on my face." I finished.

I saw his face go from exuberant to stern in mere seconds. I ran my thumb over my fingers, and downcasted my eyes.

"I'll just have to call them in then. I will not be having bullying going on in this building. I expected more from them." He said in a grumbled tone.

"No, that's fine Hakase, I'll just call my mother. I think I should go home for the day," I replied quickly. He looked at me from over the table, his violent eyes becoming less stern. He pursed his lips and nodded.

"Alright, Endo-san. If that's what you wish." With that, he slid the phone on his desk towards me and I hesitantly pressed all of the buttons that would connect me to my mother.

When she'd answered, her voices raised in three different pitches as it usually did when she was angry.

"The Hitachiin twins you say? Why, when I'd met Yuzuha's boys they were nothing like that. Of all the things…" She trailed. I heard shuffling in the background before she spoke again. "Do you want me to come get you?"

"That would be great, Haha." I replied meekly.

"Okay, tell Headmaster Suoh I'm on my way," I hung up the phone and relayed the message to him. He nodded and took a deep breath and smiled.

"I'm very sorry about the Hitachiin twins, they tend to get out of hand a lot." He said. I smiled and nodded.

"It's fine, Hakase."

Exiting Headmaster Suoh's office, I walked back down the grand stairs and towards the girls' locker room. I personally didn't understand why Kaoru did it. I don't talk to the twins, I don't talk to anyone really.

Hell, most of the time I keep forgetting the twins are actually in my class. Sighing, I padded down the stairs and opened the door to the array of off-colored lockers. Making my way over to the 'haunted' locker which I deemed my own, I jimmied the lock and opened it. Pulling my top over my head, I pushed it into my locker, and turned to pull my brightly colored dress out when I was paused by those disgusting calls.

"Woo! Ferah, we didn't think you were like that," the twins teased in unison. Giving them a side look from the corner of my eye, I pulled the dress over my head. Pulling my gym shorts from under, I tossed that into the locker as well. Slamming it closed, I pursed my lips and walked in between the twins and out of the door mumbling something about douche bag doppelgangers.

Padding back up the stairs, I went to my class locker and collected the homework I would need for tonight. Placing it in my leather schoolbag, I rubbed my thumb over my fingernails and headed to the girls bathroom.

I'd completely locked myself in the girls bathroom and huddled above the toilet. I twiddled my dreadlocks between my fingers and counted the tiles on the roof. My thoughts drifted back onto what had happened no less than twenty minutes ago.

Kaoru had pulled me more than necessary and sent me crashing onto my face. Then instead of apologizing, he laughed about it.
Now you see, this is why we can't have nice things.

Twiddling my hair in the comfort of the confined bathroom stall, I heard some voices outside the bathroom door. "That was a stupid thing to do, Kaoru. I don't care if everyone thought it was funny." A feminine voice chastised.

There was shuffling and then Hikaru's gruff voice sounded. "Lay off, Haruhi. It was just a joke."

"I don't know about you two, but it wasn't funny. You two are going to apologize to her right now," The voice tagged as Haruhi said.

"Haruhi, Ferah-chan will be fine." Kaoru spoke for the first time.

"I don't care, now get in there!" Haruhi said forcefully.

"We can't, it's the ladies restroom." The twins said in unison. Haruhi sighed and shuffled.
"Fine then you two will just have to wait. I'm going to the club. I'll tell Kyouya why you guys are late. I swear if you two don't apologize to Ferah-sama you won't hear the end of it."

Then there was the sound of footsteps and some more shuffling.

I stepped off of the toilet and exited the stall. Tentatively walking towards the door, I pressed my ear to it and pursed my lips.

"Haruhi is such a kill joy." Hikaru muttered.

I moved to sit on my butt, holding my legs to my chest. I remembered the movie well, it was the first time I understood why people were afraid of clowns. The ending I hadn't quite understood until about fifth grade where I learned sex ed. I stifled a giggle from the quote Kill Joy sputtered as the ending credits rolled in.

There was some banging on the door before I heard my name being called. "Ferah-chan! It's Hikaru and Kaoru, can we talk to you?"

Looking up at the ceiling I remembered that I had been counting tiles until I had decided to spy in on others' conversations. Thinking back to the number I'd left off on, I decided it didn't matter.

Then the banging had grown consistently louder and harder to the point where my back thudded back in response. Feeling a migraine slowly appear, I stood and pulled the door open viciously. Snarling at the twins, I cupped the left side of my head.

"Goddammit, yes? What is it?"

"You know, that's not the correct way to answer the door." Hikaru said, eyeing me over carefully.

"Yeah, you could be like normal people and do it politely." Kaoru added.

"You two aren't worth the effort of being polite. What do you want?" I asked again.

"You're acting as if this is your bathroom," Hikaru responded – completely ignoring my question. I felt my eyebrow twitch.

"You're acting as if you're a female, you can't even come in this bathroom." I deadpanned.

"We're sorry you can't keep your balance." The two said in unison. "We're also sorry that your tits are so small."

I cocked an eyebrow and shut the bathroom door on them. Returning to my stall, I sat above the toilet.

The banging resumed, and her name was called again. "You're not even going to accept our heartfelt apology?" the two asked.

"No." She raised her voice curtly making sure they heard her.

"Some people just love to watch the world burn," Kaoru murmured after awhile. Ferah rolled her eyes.

"Whatever," I growled under my breath. Feeling my mid-back length dreadlocks frame my face, I frowned and wrapped it back up in a formal bun.

Feeling my headache grow worse, I bared my teeth and stared in the mirror. I untied my dreadlocks from their bun, and they hung loosely around my face. Pushing them back, I took a deep breath and waited for their incessant banging to stop.

"Ferah! We know you're in there, you can't hide forever." They yelled in unison.

"Obviously," I bit back.

Then the banging stopped, and I breathed deeply.

"Hikaru, I think we should leave her alone." Kaoru said after awhile. His voice low. I eyed the door, and rolled my eyes.

Yes, that would be preferable.

"You heard Haruhi, we won't hear the end of it," Hikaru replied.
"We can apologize another time, give her some space."

"Eh, whatever."

Then there was quiet, and steps padding away. I released a breath I didn't know I was holding and felt my head numb down a bit.

"Ferah Endo, please make your way to the office. You're having an early dismissal." Came a voice from the loudspeakers.

Picking up my bag, I snuck out of the bathroom and made my way to Haha for a much needed nap.