I DO NOT OWN OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB. And this is the first story I made so please review. If you are wondering why this is Ouran Academy 2, my friend, Shadow's Note, is making the first one. So please review and what you think of our story. Thank you for your time. (^-^)
Chapter 1
I walked into the courtyard of the school named Ouran Academy. It was as big as I thought it would be. I looked down at my clothes. A white polo shirt and a red tie wrapped around my neck, a short red skirt that is mid-thigh long, and brown school shoes that I have worn for a while now.
I looked up and saw other people in the courtyard, talking and having a… how should I call it… a refine atmosphere? I walked into the main building and thought, Well, this is my new school. Yippie
"We have a new student today. Please come in the room," The teacher told me.
I walked inside and looked around. What I mostly saw were girls in bright yellow dresses (which I am NOT going to wear) and boys in blue school uniforms. I caught one of the boy's eyes and we held eye contact for a while. The closer I looked; he looked more like a she to me. But he broke eye contact first and I moved to the middle of the front room. I heard some quiet snickering and saw three girls laughing and giving me dirty looks.
"Her name is Izumi Yukimura. She transferred here because of her family's job. Please take a seat next to Fujioka-san." I looked at her and she met my gaze, but it only lasted for a second. It seems like the teacher wants to talk more about my back round, but I don't think she would be that kind of person. I'm guessing rich people don't really care for the middle- class people.
I walked to the empty window seat next to the girly- boy that I had locked my eyes with earlier. Maybe this schools not going to be as boring as I thought it would be, I thought as I looked at him out of the corner of my eye.
I walked in the hallway with a pile of papers in my arms. Apparently even though I'm new, I still have to carry paper around to the teacher's lounge; even though I have no idea where it is.
"I'm starting to think that this school's not going to be as fun as I thought it would be," I muttered to myself.
"She's talking to herself," I hear these whispers all around me. "See, I told you she isn't rich. I mean, she can't even pay for our uniforms," I heard a girl say this and I thought back, Yeah I would really want to wear that kind of dress. "Yeah, and I also heard that her mom and dad doesn't even have a good job. " "Yeah, and she had to get a job to help." When was all this made? I mean, I came here just this morning.
"Do you need any help?" I heard a girl voice ask me. I turned around. I see another girl that wasn't wearing uniform. She smiled at me. She had deep sapphire eyes; black hair that was tied back with a white ribbon, a black skirt that was mid-thigh long, a white polo shirt tied with a black tie, and had a black violin case strapped from her shoulder. I smiled too, "Aren't you afraid that people will say bad things about you too?" I asked her.
"Too late. Here, pass me half of the pile. I bet you don't even know where the teacher's lounge is, huh?" She told me, moving the violin case out of the way. I backed up. "No, it's fine. Just take me where it is and that'd be fine." She looked at me doubtfully, "I don't think so. Your legs are shaking and you look like you could use some help." I looked down. She was right. I was shaking. It was just that I didn't notice until she told me that.
"Wow. I didn't even notice that." I said. We both laughed. She took half of my pile and walked side by side. "So I'm new and-"
"Now it's my turn to say wow. I didn't know that we had a new student named new here," she smirked. I looked at her. "Don't act smart," I told her. "I am smart and you have nothing to say about that," she told me. I let out a small laugh. And she laughed with me. Then I looked at her and said, "I think that we are going to be good friends." She stopped walking. I noticed that and I turned around. She looked straight into my eyes and said, "No we aren't." I gave her a questionable look. She smiled and said, "We're going to be the best of friends!" We both laughed.
We stopped in front of the teacher's lounge and looked at the door. Well maybe she was looking through it, but I was staring at the door. I mean, don't get me wrong or anything, the door looked fancy. Not the dressy fancy, but rich fancy. I can't describe it but I can tell that this isn't like the doors in my middle school.
The door open right in front of me, and someone was leaving. They bumped into me and I dropped my papers. "I dropped them…" I looked down at the papers and heard her stifle a laugh. "Opps." She apparently couldn't hold her laugh back and laughed as hard as she can. It wasn't that funny, it was just that you could make her laugh by doing stupid stuff. I looked up at the person who made me drop it. It was a guy with red hair and blue eyes. He looked at me with evil eyes. Even though other people would be scared of that, it didn't look all too scary.
"Excuse but will you help me pick these papers up?" I asked him. He went down on two knees and started gathering paper together. I went one both knees and picked them up one by one. When we got it all together, he left, going towards the third music room. Even though I thought it was abandoned, people still go in there, but it was mostly girls.
"Ummm. Is he okay?" I asked my friend. She looked at me finally calming down. Dang she can laugh for a long time. She answered me by saying, "Yeah, he's just taught like that since he was young."
"Wow, I feel really sorry for him. By the way…" I started out, "We still don't know each other's name."
She thought for a second. "Yeah, your right. I guess we forgot all about it. My name's Arisa Miyabi. Just call me Arisa."
"Arisa, Arisa…" I mumbled. I wouldn't want to forget my friend's name. "Okay, I got it. Let's put these down first. Then I'll tell you my name." We walked in and put the papers down on my teacher's desk. A woman walked into the room and saw Arisa and me. She glared at both of us. No, scratch that. She's glaring at Arisa. Arisa smiled. I looked at her and it looked like she was having fun. Hmm. I smiled at her. It seems like if I want some fun at this school, I should ask Arisa.
"Not saying anything, sensei?" Arisa asked in her angelic voice. She smiled her beautiful smile. She looks like an angel. The teacher smiled back.
"I'm sorry. It's just that I didn't expect the two scholarship students would meet so quickly." I looked at the teacher. Even though her face was smiling, her eyes weren't; but I wasn't the only one who noticed.
She giggled. "Well, someone had to help her carry these stacks of papers. Even though she had no idea where to go, you didn't bother helping her." The teacher looked shocked.
I turned to face Arisa. "Well, I shouldn't forget my introduction. My name is Izumi Yukimura. Since I'm calling you Arisa, call me Izumi. Nice to meet you." I held out my hand and smiled. She turned to face me and smiled back. "Nice to meet you too."