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The clock on the wall read 1:43, the black hands evident on the white face. My knee was shaking up and down as I sat with my grandfather, who was smiling at me proudly.

Only two weeks ago had I been accepted into Ouran Academy, a very well-known school in Japan. It was a whole continent away from home, and that distance made me nervous.

"If you keep doing that, your leg will fly off," I heard my grandfather joke. His voice jolted me out of my thoughts, my eyes meeting his quickly. His smile grew wider. "I know you're nervous, Aria, but you have no reason to be. I have many friends down there who would help you in a heartbeat if you ever needed it. You will do excellent."

I smiled gratefully at him, taking his hand to squeeze. My grandfather, Ethan Kilton, went there when he was my age and still has a lot of friends down there. I had met them when I was younger, and remember them all being nice people.

"I know that, grandpa. I'm just nervous that something wil happen while I'm gone."

"Nothing will happen that you need to worry about. But if something does, I will send a chauffeur for you, okay?"

I nodded. "Okay."

Flight 13 is now boarding passengers. Flight 13 is now boarding passengers.

I swallowed down my nerves and gave my grandpa a big hug, kissing him on the cheek before I grabbed my carry on and boarded the plane. He had gotten me a first class ticket, though I had told him that any seat would be fine. He always wanted the best for me.

As others boarded (or at least I assumed they were boarding- no one else came into first class), I looked at the brochure that I had gotten in the mail for the dozenth time. The school was a beautiful pink color, though it did look a little odd in all of the green surrounding it. At the top of the brochure, it read, Welcome to Ouran Academy!

I had read every page at least twice, not wanting to miss a detail. I had already chosen an after-school activity to participate in (the book club only met once a month, and I wanted the focus on studies), but I still had to choose another one. They didn't have any art clubs, which would have been my other choice.

I sighed and put the brochure back. I still had another week before I had to decide on clubs, even though I would be attending school on Monday. They were only two weeks into school, so I don't think I missed too much so far.

The flight attendant spoke over the speaker, saying that we were about to take off and to turn off all electronic devices. I took out a pack of gum and began to chew a piece, letting my ears pop as we began to ascend.

When the OK was given, I took out my laptop and started looking over the schedule that was given out to me. Apparently students didn't switch rooms; they switched teachers. The only time they left the room was for lunch and labs.

Math, chemistry, French- oh, French! Thank god! A+ in that class for sure! I grinned to myself. Biology, reading, English literature, free period. They all seem pretty simple to me.

One of the flight attendants asked if I needed anything. I politely declined, offering a kind smile as I waved my hand dismissively. I had another ten hours before this plane landed, and it was only noon. I plugged in my headphones and tried to get my mind off of the ride for a little while longer.

I was never one for flying. The fact that we were 37,000 feet up in the air and going 6,000 miles per hour. I had to shake the thought out of my head before I started over-thinking that fact.

There was a movie playing on the small screen in front of me, but it looked to be more of a love story than a comedy, and I needed something funny on my mind, not depressing. I looked through my bag to find something interesting to do, but to no avail.

With a big sigh, I leaned my head against the window and dozed off without a second thought.

#

"Ma'am, the plane is landing."

A gentle shaking woke me up from my long nap. I can't believe I slept that long. Thinking back on it, I didn't get a lot of sleep lastnight because I was so stressed out.

I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and thanked the attendant for waking me up. I gathered my carry on and stuffed my laptop into it, putting my headphones in my pocket. I double-checked my bag to make sure the brochure was in there, and then I exited the plane.

The sunlight was bright, just starting to rise as I went to gather my luggage. I grabbed a small coffee, thanking anyone out there who would listen that it was only Saturday. I had today and tomorrow to rest before I had to go to school.

As I gathered my two big suitcases, a white sign with the name Ementon written on it in big, black letters. I waved at the chaueffer, someone I hadn't seen for almost three years.

Denny McGonnall was a quiet man, but he was very respecting to anyone he met. He had moved here to Japan for family emergencies and had been down here since( thankfully the member was slowly getting better after so long of being sick). He was in his early fourties and always had a smile in his small eyes. Grandpa must have called him in advance to come pick me up.

"Denny!" I squealed in excitement, giving him a one-arm hug. "I haven't seen you in a while."

"Aria, you've grown quite a bit. And you definetly got stronger," he added as I let go, rubbing the side of his neck.

"Sorry," I said sheepishly. "Guess I got carried away."

"Don't be," he assured me. "I missed you, too, by the way." I smiled at that. "Now come on. The limo is parked out front."

I remember the first time I had met Denny. He tried calling me "ma'am" and "madam" until I told him very sternly one day that I wasn't thirty-five and single. He laughed a good week after that, saying that he was sorry for implying that. Ever since then, he's been a lot more casual towards me, which I greatly appreciated. Just because I was the daughter of someone with a lot of money didn't mean that I wanted to be treated that way.

"How long will you be in Japan for?" Denny asked as he put my luggage in the backseat.

"Until I graduate from the academy, and then I was thinking about going to America for college."

"My, my. You're going all over the place, aren't you?" I nodded, smiling a bit as he gestured me through the open door.

The ride to the 'small mansion' that I would be staying at was kept in a comfortable silence. It was relaxing to know that Denny would be one of the friends grandpa had told me about. Denny was the only person I knew in Tokyo so far, but that was okay. I would be making lots of friends Monday.

Denny bid me farewell as he handed me the key and a small paper with emergency phone numbers on it, his being on there as well. I waved him off, watching the tail lights on the limo disappear as he turned the corner.

I sighed and looked up at the house. It would just be me here for the next three years. Thankfully it wasn't a 'mansion', as my grandpa had put it. It was a two-story house that looked like it belong there with the small houses around it and the apartments a couple streets away.

I unlocked the door, opening it to reveal a staircase that lead to the second-story loft. There was a living room on the right and another one on the left, a kitchen behind it. The dining room was to the right of that, a bathroom down the hall. Next to the bathroom was a bedroom that had a bed and sheets on it.

I went upstairs, leaving my things down by the door. To the left of the stairs was yet another bedroom, this one the same size as the other one, a conjoining bathroom linked to it. This one also had a bed with sheets on it. I frowned. That's strange.

To the right of the stairs was the master bedroom, a king size bed in front of a window that brought in the sunlight. There was another conjoining bathroom, this one bigger than the other. I guess this will be my room.

As I went downstairs, a phone rang in the house. Picking it up, I read the screen and hit the green button. "Grandpa?"

"Aria! How was the flight?" He sounded as cheerful as always.

"Tiring. I actually had a question for you."

"Shoot."

"Why are there three beds in this place?"

"They came with the house. When I bought it, it was only used for rent, so they kept all of the furniture in there." That made sense.

"Oh. Well, I just got here a few minutes ago."

"And do you like the place?"

"It's very... home-y." He laughed at the word. "ButI love it."

"Good, good. Say, have you seen the basement yet?"

"No." I looked down the hallwaythat lead to one of the bedroom and saw a door that was behind the stairs. Had that always been there?

"Well, hurry! I want to hear your reaction over the phone."

I walked over to the oak door and flipped the switch. I was met with a long staircase. I walked down slowly, not wanting to fall.

"Why is this such a big deal?" I asked him as I neared the bottom.

"You'll see," was all he said. I rolled my eyes as I turned the corner.

My jaw almost hit the floor,

"Grandpa... you did this?"

"Anything for my Aria."

I was looking at a vast room with green screens on each side, the floor covered in one as well. There were giant lights lined up at the back wall, ready to be used. There was a tripod and a new camera sitting back, ready to take pictures. This place was beautiful, reminding me of my mother's old studio.

"You didn't have to do this," I whispered, a tear of happiness falling over my cheek.

"I didn't have to, but I wanted to. I knew there wasn't an arts club at the academy, and I know how much you love to do it. I thought I'd make you feel more comfortable over there."

"Grandpa, thank you so much!" I exclaimed.

"It was nothing," he brushed off. "And don't think I didn't notice you bring all of your pictures with you." I blushed a bit, knowing that I had gotten caught red-handed. "Just be careful, alright?"

"I will, Grandpa, I will."

We said our goodbyes as I went back upstairs. I couldn't stay down there without being able to start taking pictures, even though I hadn't done so in a while. I ran upstairs and grabbed my bag, finding my picture albums and flipping through them to get an idea of what I wanted to do.

Since it was such a tiring day, I decided to stay inside the house and play with the green screen and filters that I still had on my laptop. I also grabbed my laptop and headed downstairs, excited to get back into my hobby.