Another weird one for me. I don't usually come up with stories involving OHSHC. This'll be the first one I've ever been confident in. So, please try to enjoy it! Tell me what you think!

My name is Rin Nakama. I am a fifteen-year-old farmer girl from Osaka.

I had known little other than farm work, and middle-class living where I came from.

My parents owned a rice field, and a few animals.

I attended a normal middle school, made normal friends, and did all my chores, and homework like a normal person would at my age.

My older brothers were finishing school, and making plans for college.

I was happy where I was. I didn't know it at the time, but, I was happy.

Farm work was hard, and time consuming, but, I liked helping my parents with the rice field, and my brothers with the animals, and I could've gone on like that forever... I would've too... Until that day...

I had been sent to check on the rice fields, because an animal had been eating the plants.

I went back, and found that someone had broken in, and murdered my whole family in the process of stealing some of our valuables.

I was devastated, and cried until tears would not form in my eyes anymore.

Just as soon as I was forced into the world again, and surrounded by people, I all but hid my face from the world.

It's been a year since that day. I've been living with my grandparents, in a very different world from the one I used to live in.

I wake up to silence, instead of the rooster crowing, at five-thirty in the morning, I'm dressed, and downstairs before the maids or butlers are even close to getting up.

I wait another two hours for them to wake up, and fix a fancy breakfast for me.

They make me a fancy lunch before I go to school, where I get shunned by all the spoiled brats who had been born into this life, and punished by most of the teachers just because I speak with an accent that I cannot mask.

When I get home, although my grandmother greatly disapproves, I change my clothes, clean up my own room, and whatever messes are lying around in my paths before I settle down to listen to my music, do my homework, and write in my journal.

I'm doing some things I never thought I'd do either.

My grandmother takes me to 'parties' where I talk to old people, who talk to me like I'm some kind of cute pet. I got pulled out of gymnastics to start ballet classes, where I get picked on for moving too fast, and scowling at the difficulty of the moves.

I let lots of other people do work for me, and clean up after me, when I should probably be doing that stuff myself.

And my grandmother makes me wear some lacey, sometimes uncomfortable dresses when I want to wear pants, or over-alls.

The life is much too easy for me. I would love nothing more than to go back home to Osaka, and do the farm work I had been raised to do.

But, I only had a few more years to go until I was old enough to move out on my own, so, I was just going to bear with it.

Recently, I graduated middle school. My grandmother left it to me to choose my high school, giving me two options: St. Lobelia academy for girls, or Ouran Academy.

I asked our driver to take me to each school, so that I could observe them.

First, we went to St. Lobelia. It was a nice little school, with simple uniforms, and people who were at least nice about avoiding me. Then, I was attacked by some crazy trio, called the 'Zuka club', and I ran clear away from there, not even bothering to take the car.

When I stopped, I put my hands on my knees, and began panting.

I was already missing middle school. If the other school was anything like this, I was going to grab what I could, and run away to attend a normal school.

I stood up straight, and looked around.

I was in front of some other school. Had I really run that far?

I looked around, and spotted the sign.

Ouran Academy? This is it?

I looked through the gate at the building.

It wasn't quite as bright as St. Lobelia, but, every bit as beautiful.

There were boys, in this school. They wore suits, while the girls wore very uncomfortable-looking dresses.

So far, the school building is nice. Uniforms not so much.

People were trying to act all snobby to each other, only to have their snobby-ness returned.

So, there was still no chance for me to make friends.

No one seemed to be really crazy, though, so, maybe this school was okay.

Then, I saw him.

Everything else faded to black, as I watched him.

He was probably a little older than me, definitely taller by a lot.

His hair was pure white, and, although far away, I could tell that his eyes were a beautiful amber color. He was walking on by, trying to get somewhere, not looking terribly interested in anything or anyone. Oh, the way he walked... So confident. So smooth.

I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Rin-sama." The driver had caught up with me. "What do you mean by running away from me? Do you know how many bad people would try to kidnap you if they caught you alone on the street?"

My decision was made.

"This one." I said. "I wanna start goin' to this school!"

The driver was silent.

When the boy had vanished beyond a gate, I turned to the driver.

"Well? C'mon! We gotta tell Babaue!" I said.

I ran to the car and didn't wait for him to get the door for me.

I opened it, jumped in, and closed the door behind me.

The driver got into the front seat.

"What's gotten you so excited?" He asked.

"I like that school! I wanna start 'tendin' that school!" I said.

"You mean 'attending'?" The driver asked.

"That's what I said!" I grumbled in frustration. "C'mon! Babaue'll wanna hear my answer!"

The driver took me back to my grandparents house, and I told my grandmother about Ouran Academy.

She seemed a bit surprised with me.

"Whatsa matter?" I asked. "Did I say somethin' wrong?"

She blinked.

"I don't believe I've ever seen you this excited about anything." Grandmother said. "What on earth has gotten into you, child?"

I sighed in frustration.

"So, I cain't go?" I asked.

"Oh, of course you can, I just want to know why?" Grandmother said.

I quickly came up with an excuse.

"The school is so pretty, and everybody looks real smart, ya know?" I said.

Grandmother smiled, and nodded.

"Alright. We'll begin registrations immediately." Grandmother said.

I barely slept that night, I was much too excited.

Grandmother took me to the school the very next day, and got me registered.

I would start attending Ouran Academy the very next day.

Oh, man, and I was gonna love it there! I could feel it in my gut!

On the first day of school, though, when I was allowed onto the school grounds, even though I was still really happy to be there, I lost all confidence, and barely managed to look anyone in the eye.

In class, I found that I was completely alone. I knew no one, and no one knew me.

Introductions were difficult. Just as soon as I announced my name to the class, people began poking fun at my accent.

The moment I was let out of class, I went exploring, looking for the boy from yesterday.

He was nowhere to be found, until I was on my way to my next class.

When I saw him in the hall way, though, I lost what little confidence I had managed to build up over the course of the day, and I hid from him.

My day was nothing short of depressing because of my sudden shyness, and I went back to my grandmother's house, depressed, and broken, and completely embarrassed with myself...

Babaue - Grandmother.

Maybe Rin's a little OOC, but, I'm rather proud of how this first chapter turned out! Please, review!