I glance at my map. Do I go left? Or do I go right? Wait a minute, is that a cafeteria? My next class is next to the cafeteria, isn't it? I run forward, huffing and puffing. I look upwards. Cafeteria 2. I can't help but groan. There's MULTIPLE cafeterias? How am I supposed to know which one I need to go to? But I see a bunch of girls a little while infront of me, heading in the opposite direction. I run towards them. "Excuse me!"
A young, very pretty one turns. "Yes?"
She's wearing her hair down, long and flowing. I can't say much other than that, because she's wearing a girl's uniform and he green eyes and red hair look absoulutly average.
"Can you point me in the direction of my next class?"
"What do you have?" I glance at my schedule.
"Drama with Mr. Lonar."
Her friends look at me. One of them, with short black hair and purple eyes, approaches me. "You know what? You look exactly like that singer Tori France. Well, if she was a boy. God, I LOVE her music. She's amazing."
I smile. "Thanks."
I turn back to the girl. She shakes her head at me. "You're on the complete opposite side of this wing. We're in the South corrider of the South Wing, but you want the North corrider."
I groan, thank them, and take back my map. I run through the hallways. I'm only a minute late to my class. But there's no talking or hubbub to distract my teacher as I come in. As a famous singer, I need to keep my cool. I put a short brown haired wig on every morning and apply my makeup differently. I know this won't last forever. But I'm only a little famous, like Rihanna famous. I'm not in every magazine you come across, but In quite a few.
Mr. Lonar is a nice kind hearted man though, and he seems like he doesn't care. He's got only a little hair on the top of his head and it's all white. From my lessons, I know when he smiles his eyes crinkle. He wants to hear what I'm working on right now in the studio, then helps me with my projection and tone. He puts my voice on a temporary tape when I come in and then another when I'm about to leave. The second is so much better. I thank him and leave. I'm only 16, and I should be in proper school with health, math, french, japenese, english, spanish, science, social studies, geography, history, music and art. But due to the fact I'm famous, I get a bit of special treatment.
My agency sent me here on hopes that I would learn tips and tricks on singing, as well as recently they've been trying to get me into acting. So, my classes look a little like this. Art, Singing, Acting, Math, Language, French, Japenese, English, and Spanish. The way they make it work for me is everone else alternates the order they do classes, like one day first period they have Japenese, the next French, and the day after that they have English. But I don't alterenate. I have the same classes every day, same order. I have excuses for getting lost though. It's my first day and the school is massive.
Singing is the only class I take by myself. Yes, I do need privacy, but it's really only for singing. Everything else I'm okay with. I've developed a some what gruff voice over the period of today, and due to my almost flat chest I've been able to keep myself covered.
I sigh. I'm allowed to stay at the school until 8, then I need to head home. I'm prepared to stay here as long as physically possible. My Mom bought an outragously sized house (It's more of a mansion really) the second I signed the recording contract and has been living there with me and my sister. We went from town house to a mansion.
We've each got our own wing, each of us with a master bedroom. I've got my own ensuite bathroom, just like my sister and mom. King sized bed? Nope, King is to small for Mommie's little "Star". Sounds awesome right? I've got my own gameroom, visiting quarters, servants, kitchen, set of bathrooms, a seprate room called my closet, a dressing room, and a mirror room. My sister's got a "play" recording studio where she can press all the buttons and change the voice from a little station. She can see the person she's editing from the glass behind the recording equipment. Inside the recording room there's a bunch of gitaurs both eletrical and acoustic, piano, drums, and a set of assorted microphones. Sounds even better right?
Well you're wrong. The money has gone to both my sister and my mother's head, both of them running around in cashmere and designer clothing 24/7. I like my old scruffy jeans which I'm not allowed to wear because "What if the press sees me?" or "What if I get a last minute job from a modeling agency?". I've got to wear silky dresses that are covered in rhinestones and sparkles. No sweatpants, no capris, no scruffy old jeans.
I love it here. Where everyone wears the same uniform, where nobody's called out for wearing something weird or utterly scandlous. We're all the same.
I look in the first library. Tons of talking. I chack the map. I'm still in the south wing north corrider. The closest library is in the west wing east corrider. I don't want to take my chances. I enter and sit down. I'm only half done my math when I can't take it anymore. Multiple times people have come up to me asking if I'm related to Tori France. I grab my books and get up. I further down the hallway and come across a deserted music room. Bulls Eye. I open the door.
"Welcome to the Ouran High School Host Club!" I hear a chiming of voices as rose ptals fly towards me. One hits my eye.
"Ow." I mutter and look arouns and the bunch of crazy people I've walked into. But they're not there. I blink and rub my eyes. Still not there. I look. The rose petal is there though. It was real.
I frown, but jump when I hear a voice over my left shoulder. "What are you looking at dear fellow! I'm here!"
I jump back. The entire group of weirdos were standing behind me.
"Who are you?"
The group of boys (a girl too, but she was trying to hide it) were dressed like ninjas. Weird.
"I'm the silent theft of your heart, Tamaki Suoh."
"Tamaki. Tamaki. Tamaki. Where have I heard that before?" I say snapping my fingers. On my final snap, I extend my arm so I'm pointing at him."Ah! You're that creepy guy the girls in the hallway were talking about earlier!"
"Creepy?" He said, tears in his eyes. He went and hid in a corner.
I blinked twice. "Did that just happen?"
A boy, tall with glasses and dark black hair, opens the black book he's holding. "Knowing Tamaki, I'd have to go with yes."
I groan. "Great."
I glance at the other boys and girl. There's a short blond boy with beautiful blue eyes, hanging on to another tall boy without glasses with the same features. Two hazel eyes so deeply familiar I can't believe it. But I can't place them. And I can tell from their faces they don't recognize me. But it probably doesn't help I'm dressed as a boy. I turn my eyes back to Tamaki, who's in his little corner with a piece of paper that is slowly but surely being ripped to shreds. I shake my head at him. "Now you're just making a mess. I'll sick..." I turn to the other "hosts" I pick the one with the glasses. "this guy on you."
I see him stand. I glance at the other boy with the glasses. I make a face saying "Are you really THAT bad?" But he ignores my facial question.
Tamaki's standing, no matter how unstable he is. He walks over to his friends. All of the sudden he lunges forward and is all happy again. "Welcome to the Ouran High School Host Club! Where year doesn't affect love! My friend with the glasses is Kyoya-" Kyoya doesn't look up from his book. "-The short adorable one here is Hunny-Senpai-"
"Wait, SENPAI?" My face wrinkles into confusion.
Kyoya shakes his head at me. "He's a fourth year."
"-And his really tall friend is his cousin Mori-Senpai-" I look at his height. I can see senpai for him. But I may forget with Hunny.
"-This is the lovely Haruhi-" I look at the girl.
"- And these two are-"
But I know it. "Hikaru and Kaoru."
I'm not sure when it popped into my head, but I all of the sudden knew. Hikaru and Kaoru. Just the mention of their names brings back memories from my childhood. Both good and bad. I ignore them both. You're not here on a social visit Tori. Right now you need to be focused on your career.
Their faces are confused. Can't figure out who I am? Shame. I took enough care to remember your name.
Everyone is looking at me like I'm telepathic. Kyoya scribbles something in his black book and shuts it with a smile. "Well, it seems like you've already got a connection with one of the hosts. May I ask what it is?"
I have to blink. "I was in their class one year."
"This is your first year at Ouran Academy."
"It was... It was a long time ago."
I leave it at that. I don't care to say anymore. Hikaru and Kaoru aren't confused anymore. They're smiling at eachother. With that, They each take one of my arms and began pulling me so I'm walking backwards and they're walking forwards.
"What do you think you're doing?" I say.
"Well, SIR," Kaoru says.
"I think we have some catching up to do MISTER." Kaoru says.
"And of course we want to here ALL about your career." They say sychronized.
I glance at Kyoya. "Help please?"
But he smiles and waves. Nothing. I'm dragged to a table for three, and I sit down.
Hikaru is the first to start. "Where have you been for the past 10 years?"
"School. Grocery Store. Home. Mall. Wig parlour. Recording studio. All sorts of places."
Kaoru speaks up. "How long have you been cross-dressing?"
I smile and shake my head. "Today was my first day. I need to do this so I don't get attacked by a mob of fans."
They laugh. I've missed them both so much. Their voices make me feel safe and comfortable in this enviroment, which I'm terrified to be in.
We talk for a few more minutes when I hear a certain annoying voice from behind me.
"Well, it's been decided. You'll be the newest host of the host club."
