A/N: I know I haven't written for a while but I'm back! I just hope this story will be a sucess and I won't give up on it. I would like to thank my sister Becca (known on here as Miss Morinozuka) for helping read through and edit this chapter. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the original Ouran High School Host Club characters that I may use throughout this story.
I hate this. I hate all these feelings inside of me, just pent up and waiting to burst out. I don't know what to do with myself, and I don't have a clue as to what I should do about it. All I know is that I need help, desperately.
Wandering through the school halls, I see nothing but all these stuck up, pampered, rich people that just seem to glow with happiness. They all laugh together, that same fake laugh that grates my ears. They all sit and eat together, sometimes even throwing a tantrum when some of their foods touch just for the attention. It sickens me. They all go around holding hands as if there wasn't a care in the world, and honestly I want to be there when they find out how cruel this world actually is and I want to see it hit them hard.
Something else that sickens me is that Host Club... It's basically a bunch of guys who are trying to get into every girl's pants. I'm not even sure if any of them truly care for any of the girls they spend hours flirting with every day. I'd honestly be shocked if they did.
I know I'm a bit harsh with everything and everyone, but why should I try to be nice when ultimately we'll all be dead.
I finally reach the room I was looking for, my science class. It's lunch time and my teacher normally lets me in to eat and relax until lesson starts. She knows I hate being surrounded by people and she understands that I feel better when alone. She lets me stay in her room, because she wants me to feel comfortable in the school. I'm the crazy, loner, rich chick that joined the school half way through the year. I'm that nerd with really big glasses and works alone in class. I'm that introvert. I'm that geek. I'm that freak.
People don't usually understand what an introvert is and they like to make assumptions. They think I'm rude; I don't know how to have fun; I don't like people; I spend all of my time alone; I don't know how to communicate... And the list goes on...
I love being alone. I like the silence that comes with it. I see people rushing around and not taking notice of the little things in life, like how pretty the trees look when a small breeze goes through the leaves. I sit on my windowledge sometimes and just watch this happen or I will be sitting in the classroom and just looking out of the window at how the trees move outside of the window there.
People look at me and see some pathetic little being that they don't understand, and don't want to understand. They don't get to know the real Soria Curtiss.
