So. My weekend passed in a blur of writing music, talking to Kyoya, and pain. A lot of pain. But I got through it. I had to be strong for Furukia.
I titled my song 'The First Song'. I just thought it fit. I finished writing the sheet music, too. One complete song. The only problem: I didn't have a band to record it with. It wasn't a problem I had much time to think about.
Monday came around, and getting up was more difficult than usual. Furukia and I managed.
At school, it seemed like everyone was staring at me, the kid in the wheelchair. Why was I in a wheelchair? More importantly, why was I at this prestigious school in a wheelchair? This was a place for the beautiful and rich.
Kids at Ouran Academy were not used to seeing someone who wasn't perfectly healthy and gorgeous at their school. That much was obvious. But everyone was careful to avoid mentioning it when they talked to me. Furukia's and my popularity had shot through the roof as the girls from the club spread the story of how I heroically saved Furukia. It seemed that everyone now knew our names.
School passed by in boredom. Furukia and I might as well be geniuses for how much further our schools in England were. Furukia was happy flirting with Hikaru, and Haruhi was quiet in front of us, reading a book. Kaoru sat beside me, but he didn't talk. I wasn't surprised. I wonder how he felt about me, after having chosen Kyoya over him and then beating him when he challenged me to a fight?
My sister and I had never asked for this spotlight on our lives. In fact, we probably could've gone the whole rest of the year without hardly being noticed. We only made on giant mistake. We stumbled in on the Host Club. With our boyish appearances and generally decent looks, Tamaki Suoh had immediately immersed us into the world of the Host Club.
Furukia and I had some pretty wild adventures our first week in Japan, to say the least.
In one week, I'd gone from having rarely kissed a guy and only having made with one once to having one of the hottest guys in school as my boyfriend. The other hottest guys in school were some of my best friends. Hikaru and Furukia like each other, although neither has the guts to ask the other out yet. We met another crossdresser girl, named Haruhi, and wouldn't you know it, she's a host too. Furukia and I became hosts at the Host Club. We've met a couple of people outside of the club who we're just starting to get to know, Ritsu Kasanoda, and Hotaru Amaya. Oh, and then there was the wheelchair.
Yes, the wheelchair was rather new. I'd gotten in a couple of fights on Friday. Four fights, actually. I'd ended the day with a broken rib and a fractured leg. You could say I'm not entirely pleased with being stuck in a chair for a couple months. Furukia thinks I have ADD or ADHD and that's why I can't sit still. Well, now she's almost sure of it. I'm getting sick of the chair, constantly wanting to move, do something. It's only been three days.
Yes, this was our new life in Japan. Now that we'd gotten through the first week, I was hoping for things to settle down, or at the very least, get into a routine. Wouldn't you just know it, things don't happen that way for the Host Club.