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The door of wonders.

Chapter 1.

The door.

Again, it started with the door. What was the door? She didn't exactly know, except that the outside was plain. It wasn't that pretty of a door, there were no cool swirls and funny-looking designs, but it was the same color as everything else in the hall, white. And there was no visible difference about from the other doors, but yet… it was special. It was just another door, all of them the same in the hallway.

But then, when you opened it, you went blind from some randomly appearing light and then pink petals danced around your body from the gushing wind stream coming from the opening. It was all so strange, every time she saw it; she didn't know what to think. But the weirdest thing about it all was that she was wearing some ugly sunshine yellow dress, which puffed out heavily at the bottom and the shoulders, with white cuffs on the wrists.

But, once again, once the light had faded enough to see, and after the chorus of 'Welcome~!', she'd swear she had saw people, a group of them, all really tall, but before she could check the details, they were already gone, as was the room, as was the light.

The only thing that still stayed, was the little plaque that said, "The Third Music Room,"

Hoshiko woke up immediately, she never knew why, or what, that dream was about. She did recognize the girl; it was herself, but the place? She'd never seen it before. She knew she would soon though; she had an uncanny knack of dreaming up places she'd soon be seeing. This worried her immensely. The words in her dream were of a different language. Asian, they looked. But she wasn't positive. Would this mean she would be going there? What about her home now? What would happen? What did all this mean?

It hurt her head thinking all this at once, so she quickly stopped. She looked over at her clock on the side table next to her. Her alarm clock was set to ring in exactly 26 seconds, so quickly she jumped to turn it off before it shrieked its music. Not even music, just plain old noise. She sighed and ran a hand half-way through her hair before it getting stuck in the knots. She sighed once more and went to search out a hair-brush to free her hand from her head.

After successfully finding something to detach her hand, she yawned and went downstairs to eat something. She went down the stairs and into the kitchen to get some cereal, she was hungry. And she wanted to think about her dream. Both of which were dangerous to do without food unless plots of cannibalistic vampire animals fit into your schemes.

She sat down on the couch, and snuggled deep into the cushions. Shoveling spoonfuls of cereal into her mouth, she chased her mind for anything to relate to that door. It all confused her. It seemed way to much like some stupid anime or manga. The door was fancy, but not too fancy. Rose petals shot out of the room when the door was opened, and the chorus of welcome? Cliché. The scenario was extremely cliché. No doubts about that.

Quickly finishing her cereal she placed it in the kitchen sink. She stood up and headed back upstairs to get ready for school. She had plenty of time and still she wanted to hurry. Anxiously, she raced to find her outfit. It was the same every school day, the same navy plaid knee-length skirt, white blouse, navy vest with the school emblem, and the cutest black dress shoes she could ever imagine on a 5-year-old. The uniform was stupid, so she always wore outrageously coloured chunky bracelets and necklaces, and tied her hair up with rainbow elastics. She brushed her teeth, combed her hair, and prepared herself to head out the door. With one last check over of her school uniform, she walked out the door

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Hoshiko's school was one of the smallest in the city. It had 5 classrooms, and a playground outside. No cafeteria, no gym, just the giant undercover area that each 15-person class could fit under. The only good thing about the school was that even though they were basically poor, they taught more than any other school in the area. They were the 'advanced' school that nobody could get in. Ha. Good excuse, huh?

She didn't mind at all, her and her mom had lived by themselves her whole life. So the little school fit her better, well, she thought so in the least.

In this little area, everybody knew one another. There were no secrets, no scandals, barely any graffiti or even theft. This area was entirely humble.

Hoshiko gasped for breath. It was terribly early, and yet, she ran. School didn't start for a while, that she was sure of. Her plan was to drop all her stuff off in her class, and then go outside for a quick run. As she jogged, her backpack whapped against her lower back, making a dull ache appear. Stopping to pull her long dirty-blond hair up, the ache subsided for the time-being.

When she stepped in the school, she could hear the few people from her class say hello to her. "Hey," she said to them all before placing her bag at her desk, and continuing on her way outside.

She didn't know why, but the feeling of something terrible happening soon came over her. She groaned. She didn't know why, but she had a knack of being right about these things. Automatically, the thought of possibly being paranoid left abruptly. Hoshiko scratched her head. All of this puzzled her. She'd never been through anything like this before. Nothing had ever been like this. Yes, she'd been right about most things, but they were small. Like finding a pencil or weirdly knowing her best friends parents were about to have a divorce.

Yeah. She knew she was weird.
She ran the track. She jogged slowly at first, then busted into a full-out run. Breathing into her nose and out her mouth, she pushed herself harder while trying to pace herself. The lap was about to end before she stopped to take a drink. Luckily, her school wasn't that cheap and still installed the odd water fountain around the school.

She slurped the crystal like water up fast, swallowing as much as she could. She'd always been thirsty. She could play one song on DDR -on easy, and then gulp up a whole water bottle.

"Shinobu-san! Shinobu-san!" Hoshiko turned her head at her name. The secretary, Monica, an elderly woman with more than her fair share of gray hair, and more energy than four 5-year-olds combined, was jogging outside waving her arms around franticly, obviously trying to catch her attention. Hoshiko noted the envelope held in her hand.

She stopped to catch her breath before continuing, "You've got mail!"

"Mail?" Hoshiko was confused. Mail? Who from? But then, more importantly, why? She knew everyone around here, and saw them everyday. She couldn't think of anything anyone would want to send her a letter about. Barely anyone from outside the neighborhood she knew. "Who is it from?"

"I'm sorry, I don't have a clue. Why don't you read it?" Monica handed her the letter. She looked at Hoshiko, most-likely expecting her to open it now and tell her what's in it.

"Okay?" before Hoshiko opened the letter, she examined the fancy envelope, with the fancy font telling her name and the address of her home and school. She held the piece of paper that was inside carefully in her hands. "It says…, 'Congratulations Ms. Shinobu Hoshiko, for you've been accepted into Ouran High School. This is a complete scholarship, paid for by Shinobu Naomi, your late grandmother…." She quickly read on. "Wait, grandmother? Since when did I have a grandmother? Especially one that's rich?"

"Today's a half day, do you want to go home and ask?" Monica was Hoshiko's favorite person in the school. She always knew exactly what Hoshiko secretly wanted.

Hoshiko pondered it for a moment. "Would I be able to?"

Monica nodded, "I'll go write you a sick note now. Just grab your things and wait outside the front door." She smiled afterwards. Then turned around and jogged back towards the school. Hoshiko sighed. Well, who ever said her life was boring? It certainly wasn't now. She jogged back in the direction of the school as well.

She wanted to get to the bottom of this.