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First Day.
My name is Alice Bloom. At the age of eight I was a renounced landscape painter. At the age of ten I went into acting. At age 11 I became a singer and dancer. At age 13 I started designing my own line of fashion.
That's what you'll find if you Google my name. But the real me is nothing like this. I didn't really want to be famous or stand out. I just wanted to follow my dreams and make my parents proud. It also helped that I was bring my own money in. It meant that didn't have to move away from my childhood house to live with my mothers family.
My parent died in a plane crash when I turned nine. My dad was a writer and travelled a lot on promotional things, my mother went with him. I was meant to be on the plane with them but I had chicken pox and had to stay home.
My father didn't have any family I could stay with as he was brought up in a care home. My mother family disowned her when she married my father. Of course when my mother died her parents were all too happy to have me. They only wanted to keep an eye on me. My fathers best friend was a private investigator and he found out that when I was to move in with them I would live in a separate part of the estate. He immediately offered a place at his home, to be a member of his family. That settled it for me.
At age nine. A child with still most of my milk teeth. I decided that I wouldn't take up the offer to move to Japan and that I would live with my fathers best friends family.
Well…really they came to live with me on my parents estate. I think it was the best decision that ive ever made. Greg and Rima are fantastic people, Rima helps me keep my Japanese fluent as she's half Japanese just like me.
Rima has recently became pregnant and that's one of the reasons why I'm here…At Ouran Academy. The second reason would be my grandmothers letter. It basically said that she was willing to accept me as a member of the family if I completed my schooling life at Ouran. There was a part of me that wanted to rebel and pull a stunt, but the other half of me was begging to be accepted. As soon as I landed in Japan my grandmother sent a driver to pick me up.
He handed me an envelope. A dreaded manila envelope. After reading it I wanted to vomit and also burn the letter. The damn old bat had set me up.
If that wasn't bad enough the school uniform made me want to curl up in a corner and die. Yellow is not my colour. Truthfully I hate yellow. I don't really like wearing long puffed out dresses either. So that's why I'm not wearing it. Instead I'm in the clothes I packed in case of emergency. Dark grey smart trousers and a silk light grey top with my only bonde hair tried up on top of my head in sort of a princess style.
I looked up at the school gate and walked through. The sun was beaming down on me, not a cloud in the sky. I want to say that it reflected my mood, but I'm unable to do that. It my mood was a weather it would be cloudy and dull with a change of hail.
The big clock tower struck twelve. Indicating that it was lunch time. I hurried into the reception area before everyone rushed out of class. An old woman with a fantastically made black suit sat at the front desk.
" Hello Miss. How can I help you?" The woman asked with a happy smile. I tried a smile back, of course it looked brilliant. What kind of an actress could I be if I couldn't pull off a fake smile.
" Hello. My names Alice Bloom. I'm the new student." I said in a calm voice. The woman's face lit up.
"of course. Of course. Welcome to Ouran Academy. Your guide should be here in a few minutes. He'll show you around the school, he's in all your classes so you should be good friends." I nodded along. A tour guide, I didn't really need one. But what the hell. I have nothing to lose. " Here he is now." I turned around and was stunned to see a familiar face.
I was so stunned I burst out laughing and flung myself at 'him'.
" Haru-chan!" I shouted happily and hugged her tight.
" Alice? What are you doing here?" I smiled and stepped back to look at her properly. Her hair was now short and styled perfectly. She was also wearing contact lenses and not to mention a boys uniform.
" Didn't Oji-chan tell you. I've moved in with my grandmother. I live in Japan now. How great is that? And we're in the same classes." I grinned, my moon completely shifted to happiness.
" No. My dad failed to mention that." She said with a annoyed face.
" Well." I said linking my arm through hers. " Show me around Haru-chan" I lent over and whispered to her. " By the way. Why are you wearing a boys uniform?"
" it's a long story"
" I think you look really cute Haru-chan" I said with a little giggle. She looked at me with an evil grin.
" Where's your uniform Ali-chan" I glared at her.
" I am not wearing that thing. I'll just make something tonight. I'll probably just use a boys uniform but wear a skirt." By now we were walking through the halls. Both the female and the male students were staring at us without shame. " everyone's staring at us." I stage whispered to Haruhi.
"Your famous. They all know who you are." Haruhi whispered back.
" They couldn't. I'm not in any of the films the younger generation would watch and I sing all classical songs."
" We actually had a lesson on you in business studies." My face started to go red from embarrassment.
" no way."
" And if you look at the hair bands and Jewry the girls are wearing you'll notice something." I looked over to a pretty brunette wearing that dreaded dress. Her hair was held back by a set of dark blue sapphires set in a white gold intricate combs. From my collection. Another girl was wearing an emerald pendent I had designed too.
" They all have such good taste" I smiled happily. Haruhi rolled her eyes.
I noticed that we were heading away from the crowds and into the deserted part of school where most of the clubs were held. I looked at her with questions in my eyes.
" I have to be at the host club for a meeting. I hope you don't mind me taking you with me." I grinned at her blasé attitude.
" I cant wait to meet your friends. We can share funny stories"
Haruhi unlinked from me and put her hands on her hips. " Funnier than you time you put mustard on your cake instead of custard. I bet they'd love to hear that story."
I gasped. " You wouldn't."
" I know exactly where the picture is too." She smirked. I pointed at her.
" Your evil. Pure evil." she reached for the handle to the door of music room 3.
" Welcome to the Host club." Haruhi announced and swung the doors open. Their was a tall blonde standing there with his arms crossed over his chest. He looked vaguely familiar.
" Haruhi! Where have you been. Your late for the meeting and you know how daddy doesn't like not knowing where you are." He ranted. I turned to look at Haruhi. I mouthed the word 'daddy' to her. The boys violet eyes fixed on me. They widened for a second and then he looked as if he wanted to cry.
" ALICE!" he shouted and flung himself at me. Before I knew it I was having the life crushed out of me in a bear hug that could rival a wrestler. I stared at Haruhi with wide eyes. Basically saying 'get this idiot off of me'.
" Erm.. Tamaki senpai. Think she wants you to let go." Haruhi said. Tamaki?
" Tamaki Souh?" I asked in surprise.
" I'm so happy you're here. Father said you'd be coming but I didn't think you actually would." I squeezed him back and held on for dear life. Tamaki was always there for me when I needed him but I hadn't seen him for five years and he really had changed. I could tell that he was still an idiot though.
" if I knew you were in Japan I would have came years ago, Tamaki-kun." I laughed happily.
" Hey Tono. What's with the girl?" Two voices said at the same time. Tamaki let go of me and turned me to face. Four boys and a confused Haruhi.
" Everybody, this is my only cousin. Alice."
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