I finally made it. I passed the Ouran entrance exams with flying colors and was ready to begin my studies there. I walked onto campus grounds and into the bustling school, hearing piles of girls gossiping about the latest episode of some net television show they saw recently. I didn't really enjoy television like most people did. Anime, of course, didn't count in this case. I practically lived and breathed that stuff on a regular basis. That, and books. My father owned a large publishing company that stretched from the USA to Japan. In fact, one of the biggest reasons I was going to this academy was because my father knew most of these people's parents, since they were helpful business partners.

All of a sudden, I heard a loud squeal of pure joy from behind my back, so I looked over my shoulder and expected to find the girl who had made the most inhuman noise I've ever heard in my entire life. "Yes?" I looked up and was shocked to see a boy instead of a fangirl. He was definably a fan, though. "You're Yuki Weiss, correct?" The childish freshman had golden blonde hair and sky blue eyes. He had fair skin like mine as well, and hinted both Japanese and French features. That meant he was a Suoh. "Why, yes I am," I responded, a slight smile forming on my face. My snow-white hair fell over my right eye as I spoke. I instantly brushed the strands away from my face as I continued looking at him. He seemed taken aback as I revealed my violet irises to him. Indeed, they were naturally like that. A dark purple around the outsides, but turned into a soft lavender as they progressed to the pupil.

He seemed to be lost in them. "Is something the matter?" I asked quizzically. He snapped right out of that awkward trance-like state and held up a copy of my own published book. "Of course. If be honored." I plucked a red pen from my black binder and signed my name quickly, so he wouldn't see my bruised wrists since my sleeves didn't cover them all the way. I didn't want to start trouble on my first day at a prestigious academy. "There you go," I said softly, handing him back the hardcover book. He looked at it even more shocked then when he saw my strange features. "You're probably wondering how I knew your name, Tamaki. I just do," I have him a slightly bigger smile than before, and I headed over to homeroom.

I realized that I was more popular than I thought. I had a crowd of people hovering over my desk. A pair were talking to a brunette boy. I didn't recognize the boy, but I knew the Hitatchin twins very well. I took another look at the boy, my eyes focusing on him. He wasn't a boy at all, but was a girl! Why was a female student dressed in boy attire? I pondered on that thought all day until lunch came around. My question was about to be answered, and my high school experience was about to be changed forever.

I didn't care much for the food they served here since I was accustomed to American food back home. I was a foreigner after all, so they couldn't blame me. Instead of eating, I decided to find a quiet place to write. I couldn't believe how hard it was to find an area that was at least semi-quiet. I mean, the library was louder than the courtyard. What kind of logic was that? It took me almost half of my lunch to find what seemed to be an empty music room. Oh, but I was so very wrong. "Welcome!" I heard voices emitting from the old music room as I opened the brown, wooden doors. They slowly creaked open and revealed 7 boys holding out red roses for me to take. Nobody else was present except for the 7. "I-I'm so sorry. I was looking for a place to write, and I stumbled in here. Do forgive me." They all smiled at me as I looked at them. "Nonsense," the twins said in complete unison," come on in." I recognized the Hitachin's from earlier. I knew all the members of the group since my father has done business with them in the past. Except the cross-dresser. What was her name? It totally skipped my mind. The twins ushered me to a squishy couch next to a cabinet full of beautifully arranged teacups. They placed Earl Grey tea in from of me, and the girl dressed as a boy sat down next to me. "Hi, I'm Haruhi," she smiled at me. I have her one in return, and looked over my shoulder as I could feel someone staring at me.

It was Kyoya, one of the Otori sons. I caught him staring at me as he hurriedly went back to scribbling away in his coal-black notebook. What exactly was he writing in there anyway? "I'm sorry," I said in a panicked voice, "but I really should be going now." I stood up a little too quickly. If only I had gone slightly slower. I became quite lightheaded, and fumbled a bit. I bumped harshly into the glass cabinet that had dozens and dozens of fine china in it, tipping it over. "Ah! No!" I shouted and stuggled to catch the heavy cabinet, but instead sliced my pale hands as the glass shattered everywhere. "...oops," I whispered as the entire group stared at me in utter shock.

Kyoya spoke up as I looked down at my bloody palms and a chunk of my hair on the floor. Well, most of my hair as a matter of fact. Some glass had apparently chopped my waist-length hair off. "That cabinet of exquisite teacups and rare saucers was on sale for 11 million yen, ." I secretly sweatdropped at that. How in the world was I supposed to pay them back?! Father only used me as a tool now, and I couldn't possibly ask for money, or he's beat me again like he did late last night. He wouldn't hold back this time, either. Sure I was a famous writer world-wide, but all my earnings went to my father, my two horses' needs, and school. I was only on partial scholarship, and it was still a ton of money to attend Ouran.

I felt hot tears stinging my eyes. As one dared to fall, I sucked it up like a human being and threw away all the physical and emotional pain, standing up with one swift motion. Tamaki piped up, "Yuki, are you all right?" Everyone looked at me with worried eyes, even Mori, who was always not showing emotion. I said softly, my voice slightly wavering, "I'm fine, but your cabinet isn't. I can't tell you how sorry I am. I can't pay you back though," my head fell shamefully as I looked at the shattered pieces of sparkling glass. Kyoya looked at me with what looked like pity. Indeed it was. "My earnings are...very limited is all I can say. Please, if there is any other way I can repay you, tell me." I raised my head back up, and looked at them all. The group huddled and mumbled with each other, occasionally looking back at me staring down at the mess I had made. Honey, the smallest, yet oldest of the group, spoke optimistically after the group had broken up, "Well, Yuki-Chan...there is one way you could pay back your debt." He smiled, then the brunette girl handed me a boy's uniform. "Oh dear..." I gulped as I was shoved into a nearby restroom