A/N: Wow, I haven't done this in a while. For those of you who read my story Haruhi's Knights, first of all: Thanks for reading it; Second of all: this isn't really going to tie into that a whole lot. It will be in the same "realm" and they will mention Haruhi's rough past ocasionally, but this fanfic will probably focus mainly on Allyn and her struggles. also, forgive me if things upload weird or something-I haven't done this in a LONG TIME.

Chapter One

Allyn slumped low in her chair, trying to be as invisible as possiible. A single sheet of paper rested tauntingly in the center of her desk.

A 'D'.

She had gotten a 'D'.

After all of the apparently fruitless hours she had spent studying, Allyn managed to mess up yet another math test and lower her average even more.

What will Mom and Dad think?

They spent so much money paying for my apartment here in Japan, and this is how I repay them?

With a 'D'?

She read and reread the note at the bottom of the test one more time before crumpling it up and shoving it into her denim messeger bag, hoping the words would magically disappear. They didn't. Six terrible words still danced smugly across the bottom of her botched math test.

"See me after class- Mr. Suoh."

As in Headmaster Suoh.

As in the man who had the power to kick her out of her dream school.

Allyn heaved a big sigh and gathered her things. The bell would be ringing any minute and she didn't want to keep the headmaster waiting. Allyn scanned the room, observing her fellow classmates while she waited. They were all thin and rich and beautiful. Three things she would never be. One trio in particular made her cringe with self hate. Hikaru, Kaoru and Haruhi. They basked in the glory of popularity, charm practically oozing from their flawless golden skin. They way they filled entire rooms with laughter and set trends at the drop of a dime-it was like they weren't even trying. Haruhi had been at Ouran for only a year and everybody acted like she was the first scholarship student to walk the earth. The way all the girls(and most of the boys too) fawned over her-it's no wonder she get's away with convincing them she's a boy. But Allyn could tell. Haruhi was too pretty to be a boy. Too petite and graceful.

She's perfect, Allyn though for maybe the hundredth time since being moved to Haruhi's math class a year earlier. She'd managed to remain unnoticed for the duration of the semester, but now she was starting to wonder if that was such a good thing. Wearing the same boring clothes everyday. Never getting the chance to truly be herself. Sure it took enough attention of of her to avoid bullying, but it also kept her from having a proper high school social life. Instead of talking on the phone for hours about boys, she just went to school, came home, went to work, slept and went back to school. Her friends back home would be appalled at the drab schedule Allyn inadvertently created for herself.

A breif melody of chimes interupted Allyn's thoughts, signaling the end of class. She rose gracefully from her seat and slowly gathered her things, dreading th conversation she was about to have. Her heart thumped loudly in her ears, threatening to burst from her chest as Allyn tredded nervously down the ornate hallway, her thick , dark braid bouncing on her shoulder with each step.

I just know he's going to kick me out, she thought. This is the third test I've done poorly on-and in a lower level class, no less. I'm a disgrace to the Ouran Academy name-why would he even consider allowing me to stay?

Knocking on his office door felt like asking the Grim Reaper which scythe he'd like to use to chop off your head. She knew she had to be there, but that didn't make it any less unsettling and scary.

The headmaster's office was fairly large and very well furnished, just like the rest of the school. Mr. Suoh was seated confortably behing his desk, steepling his fingers while he looked over a few documents.

"Come in, come in!" he said once he notice Allyn hovering by the door. "I have some rather troubling news. I believe you may want to sit down for this, Mrs. Brookestone."

Oh no, she thought. I must be leaving Ouran.

"As you know, you've been accepted here on a scholarship from America because of your extraordinary preformance skills and your emaculate grades."

Allyn nodded along warily.

"You've kept up your end of the bargain by maintaining an A average in almost every class for the past two years and I congradulate you for that. But you have yet to showcase any of your gifts for this school. Care to explain?"

"Well..I..." Allyn struggled to find an answer that wasn't too self pitying. It's not like she could tell the headmaster she was afraid of being picked on, or that she felt worthless surrounded by so many radiant people. No. She'd worked too hard to hide her personal problems for it to all be wasted in the blink of an eye. "I've been focusing of my math classes, sir. Math is one of my worst subjects and I was afraid I might lose my scholarship if I failed."

Mr. Suoh clapped his hands, remembering why he called her here in the first place. "That's right, that's right. We certainly can't have you failing any classes, young lady. It would be quite the scandal for an Ouran scholarship student to be less than perfect when it comes to grades. Just look at that Fujioka boy. He's been nothing but prime since he's been here-you ought to take a few notes if you want to stay. If you don't bring your math grades up to at least a B average, I'm afraid you might have to leave Ouran Academy, and we certainly don't want that."

Allyn felt as if a massive weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She wasn't getting kicked out.

"Yes, sir, I'll try my hardest. Is that all you wanted to talk to me about?"

"There is one more thing we need to discuss about your grades. I've assigned you a tutor for your math classes, but he can help you in pretty much anything else if you're still having trouble."

"May I ask who this tutor is?"

"His name," began Mr. Suoh. "Is Kyouya Ootori."

A/N: That's about all I can write at this hour. My fingers have started to cramp up and my words have stopped making sense. Tell me what you think and if you have any critiques, feel free to tell me. I would hate to be one of those people who writes crap stories, but people give me nice reviews anyway. That's not how you improve.