Chapter 1- Planes, funny girls, and scary Grannys

I've hated planes for as long as I could possibly remember. I can't remember why I started hating them but my mother says it was Anderson's fault, Dad's fault. I beg to differ, he was merely teaching me the conventional ways of the world in an unconventional way.

I believe what had started this event was when I had come home from my first day in third grade. My teacher Ms. McNeil had mentioned Amelia Earhart for God knows what reason and had ended class saying 'flight is associated with freedom and bliss, that every man, woman, and child often dreamt of flight.'

When I came home from school for some odd reason I told my mother al she had said about flying. My father who had either been drinking and was now in a pissy mood or he just didn't like what I was saying, I've come to the conclusion that it was a mixture of both. Anyways he drug me outside and on top of the house and said with his breath reeking of stale cigarettes and beer, "Ok you little shit you want to fly here you go, fly." and he tossed me off the roof like I was nothing. A piece of trash that had squirmed its way into his life.

Even though he had broken my left leg and arm, as well as my collar bone I didn't hate him I never did even after the things he did that made that seem like a hug and a kiss.

As he knelt over me I started to cry, he laughed harshly and said, "You little crybaby. Its your own fault, only worthless worms dream of flying."

I hated planes. A shiver ran up my spine as I asked a flight attendant how much longer the flight was. Three more hours, I don't think I could survive that much reminiscing.

A girl grinned at me from over the top of her seat. She was seated in front of me and her curly hair was strawberry blonde. Her brown eyes even seemed to be laughing at me.

"I'm Aiko Hiragi." she said in Japanese, having only just recently learned the language it took me a while to process what she had said.

"Mackenzie Greene." Not Wakahisa. No matter what my file at my new school said I would never take Ryou's name.

Ryou was my mother's, April Greene, second husband. He was rich, kind, and Japanese. I hated him. That was why I was on my way to Japan in the first place, because I detested him s completely.

Aiko grinned at me again. "You're American right?"

I nodded.

This time she frowned and said in English, "Yo, Mack what's the dealio you ain't talking much, son."

I could feel the over exaggerated sweat drop on my head, "Not all Americans talk like that. That's a stereotype!" I yelled in English at her.

"Oh, really? Well, Mack-"

"Wait why are you calling me Mack?"

"Do you want me to use honorifics?"

"What?"

"Wow you really are new to Japanese."

"Most people would call you Greene-san-"

"That sounds like a turd." I deadpanned.

"Ok. Ew. Anyways I figure since you were American you wouldn't want me too. So therefore Mack."

"I only was asking why you didn't call me Mackenzie."

"It sounds like a girl's name" his time she was the one who deadpanned.

I felt my face heat up, I gulped, "Mack is fine"

"Naw. I'm thinking Mack-chan now."

"Huh?"

Aiko sighed," It's no fun teasing you if you don't know that -chan is typically used for young girls."

"What!? You will not call me Mack-chan then!" I yelled at her rising out of my seat a little. Some of the patrons regarded us with raised eyebrows

That's how the rest of the plane ride went, we told each other about our parents and various other things, I didn't mention Anderson, about ten minutes before we landed Aiko asked, "What school are you going to?"

"Uh.. Ouran. I think is what he said."

Aiko squinted at me, "What's your step's name again?"

"Ryou Wakahisa."

Her eyes widened, "The law firm guy? That explains it."

"What?"

"Ouran is typically for rich kids."

"HUH!?"

Aiko winced. "Ouch, that hurt my ears. I never knew guys could squeak."

I was too frantic to be embarrassed.

"What do you mean rich kids!"

"I mean kids who have mansions. Now calm down it won't be that bad. Anyways I go to St. Lobelia. Here's my number call me when you get settled in, I'll show you around town."

She smiled at me and got up, "Bye. Oh, and don't let those Ouran girls run all over you. They get a little over excited around cute guys." she winked and walked off the plane.

I was pretty sure I was burning red. She thought I was cute? I had dark, dark brown hair that was long enough to stick up in spikes all over, not because I styled, just because I didn't brush it when I woke up, I never did. My eyes were a stranger green color that my mother called bottle-green. I wasn't outlandishly tall, but I looked taller than I was because I was thin. I wore a bright green t-shirt that had Skillet written on it in creepy black felt letter. My jeans were too big and held up by a studded belt and my jacket was parka like with a fake fur trim and fake military patches on it.

Cute… I grinned.

I made my way off the plane. I almost turned around when I saw her. Ryou's mother was looking like and American Grandmother who had a bunch of cats and when one died she had it stuffed. I won't even go into detail about how she looked just guess. She shuffled up to me and , I guessed was glaring at me with her brown eyes. I stared down at her, she was considerably shorter than I was even with her black hair sticking up more than mine. She grabbed both my ears and pulled me down to eye level. " You have piercing in both ears. Not just on the lobes either. You have three in the cartilage here" she yanked my left ear, "and two here." she yanked my right ear.

"Ryou-kun never mentioned a delinquent."

"Listen you batty old woman that hurt don't yank me around by my ears."

She put me into a head lock, she was fast! "You stupid arrogant child respect your elders!"

"Yes Ma'am."

After that I obediently followed her and said 'yes ma'am' when needed but inside I was simmering with anger and plotting vengeance.

When we arrived at her home first I was struck by size then beauty. Almost every inch of the front yard was covered by flowers, ponds , stone benches, and fountains. In every fountain and pond were lilies and Koi. I didn't talk the entire time as we walked down the stone path to the front door, which was opened by a butler dressed much like the one behind my carrying a suitcase of mine, I carried two. I rolled my bottom lip into my mounth and chewed on the snakebite I had there.

Whoa.

I was shown to my room. I barely finished unpacking before I passed out. I didn't even make it to the bed. By that time I didn't remember that my first day at Ouran was tomorrow.