How I Became a Storyteller

"You Americans are so weird." I couldn't help myself from saying. They were. For the past hour, they made me partake in their weekly slumber party; they decided to be held in Lorah's bedroom this week. I winced as I looked around her once semi-neat room. It was so obvious a pack of hormonal girls were here. Sleeping bags, pillows, blankets, and various stuffed toys covered the floor with the remains of snacks found everywhere else. And let's not forget the stereotypical girly things on the floor like nail polish, chick flicks, and fashion magazines.

Usually, I would be in the library at this time and then later return to find them all passed out in random places in our house. And I do mean random, once I found them all asleep in the bathroom, apparently they were as clueless as I was as to how they go there.

But I, unfortunately, let my guard down tonight and thus allowed myself to be kidnapped by said friends on the way to the library. Thankfully, and rather sadly, I was used to being treated like this.

"And you Japs, have to learn to let lose!" was the words that came from behind the sofa.

"You know, I find it strange to be talking to inanimate objects." I pointed out.

"Oh har har har." A red puff of hair appeared from behind said sofa. The same red hair that belonged to the first friend I made here. Frankie.

The reason why she was hiding behind the amazingly purple sofa was her recount of some of her adventures in her hometown of New York City. You may think her life would be amazingly glamorous, like 90210 …only in whatever the zip code of New York is. But Frankie insists that it wasn't. After a few hilarious tales involving flying 'rats' and a homeless person named Patches, we were convinced.

Partly.

We mainly agreed with her to keep her from having an aneurism. I was use to dealing with partly deranged people and it helps to stop their ranting before they get too worked up.

Frankie was mumbling something that sounded like "some friends you are", but then again I could be wrong.

"So ladies, we've heard the Curios Case of Frankie and the Demented Birds and the heart-warming tales of Lorah and her beloved Benjamin." said Jill with her loud voice which demanded attention whenever used. If anyone could control the others' chaos, it was her. Even if she was a bit crazy herself. Seriously, her obsession with Hugh Jackman is not healthy.

I'm probably the only one that comes attached with a working sanity; I'm just crazy by association. As always.

It's amazing how they all managed to get into one of the best universities in the world. They're not even from this country.

"And I told you all about my sitcom worthy family, so I think we are all very curios about the story of our resident Asian."

A frizzy-haired redhead, a blonde, and a brunette, turned to stare at me. I was unfazed by their stares; it was typical behavior from them.

"I don't see why you all are always so interested about my past."

"Well, we've shared our stories. Plus if you think about it, we don't know much about your life in Japan." Lorah added, while opening a bag of Doritos.

"Yeah, I mean, a person who's this far from home must have a story to tell." Jill added in.

Well, if they were that interested. Sure, I guess I haven't been as open as I thought I was. As clichéd it is, I didn't know where to begin. I knew what and whom I wanted to tell them about. That year, my final year of highschool, was the more eventful than all the years before it. I just didn't know how to tell it in a way to give it justice. I never saw myself as much as a good storyteller.

I cleared my throat. This will be a long story to tell.

Cough. Cough. "So."

And as if they've all been electrocuted, everyone sat up or in the case of others, leaped over a sofa, tripped, tumbled, and ended up face flat on the floor before me.

"Okay…um…" I drawled out as I stared as Frankie dust herself off and sat up while staring at me like a hungry cat does a gold fish.

"It started," I began again, "well the story I'm about to tell you anyway, a place called Ouran."

Edited: May 5, 2011

I wasn't really satisfied with the beginning...but oh well. I had another idea, but it didn't really transfer well onto paper. Hehehehe. For old readers, you'll note that a few details have been changed. Hopefully, this isn't too much of a give away to the plot...(Just DON'T think about it. :D)

To new readers, WELCOME! :D

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-Shnitzel