Sayshi: So, I had an idea and decided to write it, 'cause I'm obsessed with Ouran High School Host Club, and I don't own it, sadly.
The girl was running like she had never run before. Her long black hair flew behind her, the pink streak in it looking a lot like she got gum stuck in her hair, but no one could tell, because of her incredible speed. Some people, such as teachers, yelled for her to slow down, but she couldn't stop. Not with the news that she was carrying.
She fought to keep her mini skirt down as she raced past the science lab. Her hair came undone from it's ribbon, but she didn't care. She just kept running, her annoyingly short and frilly uniform bouncing with every stride she took, and her purple boots thudding on the floor.
Reaching the stairs, she started to climb, taking two at a time, as the girl fought her way to the fourth floor, all the way from the first floor. Finally, she found her way to the end of the staircase, and, wheezing, opened the heavy door with both hands. Stopping to get a drink from the water fountain, the girl fought to keep her excitement as she tried to calm herself down. Luckily, she didn't flush easily, or she would've gotten in trouble for running, and her school's main rule was against running. Finally, she opened the classroom door, and stepped inside. "Ms. Krima," she said. "They're here"
Meanwhile, the boys and girl walked towards the school entrance. The two identical orange-haired twins looked annoyed, and the girl was staring ahead with hard eyes, clearly annoyed, too. One boy kept writing something on what seemed to be a clipboard, at least that's what the girl staring out her window on the fourth floor could see. Another was walking along indifferently, with a little kid tugging at his hand. Occasionally the boy would turn his head, but usually stared ahead, completely uncaring, or so it seemed. The last boy was the biggest freak show of all, as he kept trying to get the girl's attention, and she kept getting irked. He had blonde hair, which he tossed around and tried to give the girl a rose. She took the rose and put it in the trash, and then they disappeared from the girl's view, but the girl seemed to be scolding the boy who was pestering her.
"Ms. Krima," said the girl.
"Yes?" said Ms. Krima, the elderly teacher who was trying to get the class to pay attention to her lesson on Algebra, and was failing miserably.
"I'm on the greeting committee, so I should probably go..."
"Yes, go if you must. Greet those kids. Find out which ones are in our class."
"Thanks Ms. Krima," said the girl, already racing out the door.
"And don't run," said Ms. Krima, but the girl was already flying down the stairs.
The girl was downstairs in under a minute, and opened the envelope that was addressed to her. In it was the name, or names, of the students she would greet, the new kids in her class. Opening it up, the girl was disappointed. She had only gotten one student. Then, brightening up, she smiled. That meant that she would be able to easily make the one high-schooler feel welcome. She read the name, and only a moment before the other parts of the Greeting Committee showed up. The paper was blank, with two words. They were Hikaru Hitachiin.
Sayshi: So, there's chapter one. I hope you like it, and I'll try to update soon. Tell me what you liked, hated, give constructive criticism, whatever you want. I'm not gonna beg for reviews, but I wouldn't mind some feedback.