Amber, And The Host Club

Prologue

Amber Johnson's excellent marks and initiative got her a scholar ship for one whole year at the elite, prestigious Ouran High School.


She sighed and looked drearily out the window with dull eyes. Grey, soft clouds covered the misty, crisp sky as she tapped her pencil against the desk. Cheery blossom trees rested with a beautiful fragrance blowing in the air. Finely cut shrubs and beautiful brown and gold mixed cobble stone pathways lay around the grand school. Long, lush green grass slept with delicate morning dew in harmony. Roses, tulips, pansies, and lots of different, colourful flowers were blooming with the spring air.

Her name was Amber. Amber, Johnson. An exchange student from Canada, along with her friend Maria Brooks. Her excellent grades and initiative got her a scholarship for one whole year at Ouran High, the elite prestigious high school for the wealthy in Japan. A few rain drops started to fall from the now dark, charcoal clouds. A chill ran through the air as the 9 o' clock bell rang. She blinked slowly, gathered her hair, and let it go on her back. Switching her attention to class, she dully looked to the board.

"Hello students" said as she came into the room. The tall feminine teacher laid her brown bag on her chair and sat down as she began getting her lesson plans. The class of 25 stood up, bowed their heads and said the 'morning welcome'.

"Good morning and may God bless you" She merely nodded, as usual, as the students followed and each took their seats. Amber moved her hands under herself and brought her dress to the front as she sat down. Bringing her hands up, she adjusted her red tie in the front and looked at her teacher. Amber ran her fingers over the smooth, waxy desk. Everything here was so different. She was usually very happy, but, like many other classmates, they were all a bit tired from the rainy, gloomy weather that was building up.

She leaned over to her right and reached for her brown, rectangular leather school bag which hung from a small, silver hook. While Amber and other classmates were reaching for their books, pushed herself backwards a few inches on the roll chair, pushed herself up with her hands from the smooth, wooden desk and stood up gracefully. Turning around, she took a piece of chalk and began writing with her neat cursive. She glanced at a white sheet of paper that was in her hands and began copying to the board. At the same action, Amber looked back down to her desk.

Not paying attention to her surroundings, Amber opened up the flap of her bag closed by a silver button, and grabbed her math textbook. She placed it on top of her desk and looked forward at the glossy black board. Page 58. She then opened up the new text book slowly, feeling the spine as it crackled with it's new book smell. She breathed it in and felt overwhelmed with the different scents. Carrying on, she took the pages in her hands and turned them- and she sneezed! A student a distance behind her said 'bless you', with a high pitched but mature voice. Her face flashed a colour of red as she slightly turned to her right and said a quicker, 'thank you.' She moved closer in on her desk as she moved her hands on top of it. She rested her chin on her hand and continued to tap her pencil on her desk.

She had a beautiful complexion that was white, but a bit tanned; overall nice looking. Her silky smooth hair was light brown, which was usually worn as a high ponytail which would fall just above her shoulders. Her naturally dark brown eyelashes framed her hazel eyes, which had darker streaks of brown and lighter steaks of an oil colour in them; which always seemed to shine. Her pretty figure was covered by the school uniform. A fluency, 'poofy', yellow dress, which was tight at the waist and loose after her hips. It had a white neck and collar with a small, thin, red bow which was under her collarbones.

The bell rang for class to finish. She pushed her chair back and got up as though some form of depression was hanging her down. She pushed her chair in and got her supplies together. She took her brown bag and put away her belongings neatly where they belonged. She took the flap and buttoned it and took it off the desk. She looked around; many classmates were already out the door. She said 'goodbye' to 2 or three students whom she vaguely remembered from the last two days of math. She took one last glance at the class and walked out the door. A lighter air hit her face. She was walking towards her locker. As she looked around, the beautiful, shiny, colourful floors and walls overwhelmed her. She moved her head back in front of her and looked forward. There were so many doors, and rooms, and things to do. She sighed and kept her head up.