This is it. This is the letter that will tell me if my art was good enough. I took a deep breath trying to steady my trembling hands as I stare down at the cream colored envelope. I couldn't take it any more. I took one more deep breath as I slid my thumb under the flap and broke the seal, opening the letter. I slowly lifted out the white piece of paper barley able to keep my breath steady. I unfolded the letter and looked down at the small words in front of me.

Dear Ms. Vines,

We are pleased to congratulate you in your enrollment of Ouran High school's art program, where we have the best and brightest students and artists…

I almost lost it. I didn't even read the rest of the letter I was too happy. I got it! I made it in! I was moving to Japan!

After coming all the way here I couldn't believe this was the school I was attending. It was a big pink castle…I can't believe that I came all the way from America to come to a school in a big pink castle. Not that anything is wrong with that, it's just they would have picked a better color, or at least a lighter pink making it look milky and not…well pink. It was strange but I guess I've seen stranger.

I rode my small black motorcycle to the parking lot and parked it next to the many, many limos that stay stationary at the side of the school. It almost made me laugh. I forgot this was a school for the rich. After parking my bike I quickly slid my helmet off and ruffled my hair, messing up my short pink and blonde hair, looking around at the big school grounds stuffing my helmet in my bag. My eyes growing wider with ever second I looked. There was a beautiful courtyard that had stunning status and ponds. The grass was strangely perfectly cut and the few trees that were around were perfectly trimmed along with the bushes. It was amazing. I was almost giddy.

I grabbed my bag and quickly ran off to the big building that stood in front of me completely oblivious to the staring girls and boys looking my way.

The day went by smoothly with only a one teacher asking me about my outfit and why I wasn't in uniform. They only partly understood that, as someone who doesn't suck up to rich people's kids all day, I don't have the same money out come as they do, and can only really afford used blue jeans and my black painting hoodies that had many paint stains on them and made my body frame look thinner and flatter than it already is. Not that the art students uniform was so far away from what I had on besides the hoody every one wore blue or black jeans and a light blue t-shirt. Other than that I had a great day. The art studio was phenomenal! They had 3 digital art rooms that were loaded with amazingly expensive drawing tablets and computers to go along with them. They also had huge painting rooms that had floors covered in big blue tarps and blank or half finished canvases on their stands along with paint of all different colors and in all different kinds of places everywhere. It was so beautiful I felt as if I might have cried. And they people there were also just so amazingly perfect.

You could tell immediately who the art students were compared to the other students. Even if we didn't have out uniforms, the art students all had some sort of amazing hairstyle. Colors and hairdos mixing together and making a big group of amazingly talented people! They were all even really nice to me, letting me pick where I want to set up my canvas first and letting me choose which desk to sit in. I am so happy; I knew I was going to like it here!

After such a long day I just wanted to go home but curiosity got the best of me. I needed to check out the rest of huge campus and who knows, maybe I'll find a cool hide out or somewhere where I can sneak off to and naps.

I walked up at least 3 flights of stairs. How is a school three stories tall with such a small population like 100 in each year? Spread across all 12 years that's only 1200 students for each grade. It was insane! But still, with a place this big there had to be somewhere interesting.

With out me paying attention and doing math in my head I ran into a door. I cursed silently as I rubbed my forehead and looked up at the sign. It read "Abandoned Music Room: 3" they have three music rooms…and they don't even use all of them. This was awesome. I wonder what kind of stuff is in there! I open the door and quickly walk in taking in the sight before my eyes. It wasn't the old dusty pianos and music stands that I thought it was going to be, oh no! It was a group of 7 pretty attractive men all standing front of the doors smiling and welcoming me like there is no tomorrow. My eyes quickly widened as I took in this scene and realized that the sign had lied to me. This room wasn't abandoned at all! So not cool sign not cool at all.

"Welcome, to the host club" They all said warmly at the same time. Host club? Creepy. I took the time to look at each of the boys individually getting a good look at each of them. The first two my eyes landed on were twins. Identical twins. They each had red hair and both had this malicious look on their face that made me wonder what they were up too. The next set of boys was a very tall dark haired boy who looked like he was ready to fight any one who harmed someone he cared for with his face static and the second looked a lot like a 12 year old boy with blond hair and a babyish face as he clutched a stuffed bunny that, not that I would admit this to any one, looked pretty cute. The next boy looked at me as if I were a big bag of dirt but his expression soon changed to something more pleasant and friendly as he pushed up his glasses and ran a hand over is black hair. The one standing next to him looked like a puppy that just got a bone and a huge stake with a smile that could light up the world along with his hair. Last boy, along with the shortest, had brown hair and a small friendly smile that seemed genuinely happy to see me. I was taken aback by these boys and almost dropped my art bag. What the hell was going on?

"Boss…it's a boy!" One of the red headed twins commented. Wait; did he just call me a boy?

"And he seems to be a commoner also, Haruhi, you two should become friends!" The other twin noted turning his gaze from me to the short boy who just shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. Wait; did he say commoner?

"Boys, be nice to him, he came all the way here to see us." The puppy man said with an affectionate tone. What is going on? Who the hell are these people? Suddenly the puppy man had my chin in his hand and his face inches away from mine "So, you must be a first time customer."

"According to my data here, Tamaki, he seems to be the new art student from America. His name is Chris Vines." The boy with the glasses says as he turns to us. I try and escape the puppy man's, named Tamaki apparently, grip. He wouldn't budge and he kept looking into my eyes.

"C-could…you p-please l-let go of m-my chin?" I stuttered out quietly trying to avoid the on looking eyes. He blushed a little when he heard me speak and let go of my chin letting his hand fall to his side.

"Wow, Chris-chan, you must be really good at art to have gotten into the art program!" the 12 year old said. Grabbing onto my hands. What is with these people and touching? My breath shallowed and quickened slightly.

"Yea you must be! Let's see some of you work!" one of the twins said grabbing for my bag. I quickly wrapped both my hands around the straps pulling my bag closer to me.

"Aw come on don't be that way, Chris." The other twin said in my ear. I couldn't help it as my breath quickened more and came out shorter bursts. My grip loosed on my bag unintentionally and the twins both grab it and dump the content on the floor my drawing books and drawing material landing onto the floor. My drawings were everywhere and the twins and Tamaki, or puppy man, looked down at my art and started rummaging though my books.

My eyes rimmed with tears and my vision became tunneled. I felt nauseous and dizzy and… oh no…I'm having a panic attack in the middle of a music room with people I don't even know! That made me panic even more and I backed up hitting something. Not even bothering to look at what it was I quickly sat down and pulled my knees up to my chest and setting my head in the center of them. I tried concentrating on my breathing as I felt someone grab onto my arms and the muffled sounds of someone telling me to calm down, to breath slowly and the panic of people asking what was wrong with me and what was happening.

It took a few minutes but I finally came out of my panic attack with tear stained cheeks.

"H-how did you know what to do while I was having my panic attack?" I asked quietly as I looked up at the person who helped me. It was the shortest boy whose name I believe was Haruhi.

"I used to get them all the time when I was younger. Almost as bad as the one you just had. Are you okay? My names Haruhi by the way." He asked his voice filling with concern

"Yea, I'm fine. It's nice to meet you I'm Chris. I'm sorry for the trouble. I knew it was going to happen at some point today. It always happens when I move to a new place or something big happens. I felt it coming all day. It would have been nice if I could have done it by my self at home and not have it happen here in front of art thieves." I said as I glared at the three, now guilty looking boys.

"Well, you are sure one to talk. You broke one of our most expensive teapots. It truly was a work of art until you shattered it." I heard Haruhi say something quietly to her self and roll her eyes saying Kyoya under her breath. "Pity too. We could have easily sold it for around 9 million yen" the boy with glasses said. I almost fell over at his statement. That was a lot of money. I didn't even want to think of what that was in American money.

"I-I'm so-so sorry." I managed to say, "I didn't mean to break your teapot. I didn't mean for any of this to happen." I said as I bowed down at the group of boys

"Tamaki, what do you think we should do?" the boy, Kyoya, asked Tamaki

"Well…you know the saying. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. So from this point on," He took a dramatic pause as everyone else rolled their eyes "You are officially a host!" What in the hell have I gotten my self into?