It was the very first day of highschool for me. My birthday was in a week too. I couldn't help but wonder what Ouran Academy would really be like… But I assumed it was full of rich snots.

Since I couldn't afford the school uniform, I wore a purple sun dress with spaghetti straps, my long hair in a high ponytail, as always. I also had black flats, and my glasses on. My glasses were simple and modern, just skinny metal black frames holding the lens in from of my eyes.

I had just began walking to school after saying goodbye to my little sister and father. I had been so nervous this morning that I had skipped breakfast and left early, holding a small black shoulder bag.

"Kami! Wait up!" A familiar voice called.

I turned to see my little sister running after me, wearing her school uniform, her long brown hair straight and simple, her brown eyes bright. She had contacts in, but I preferred glasses.

"Haruhi. You need to eat breakfast, why are you running after me? I can't take you to Ouran with me, you aren't out of Middle school yet." I teased, as she came to a stop beside me.

"You forgot mom's necklace." She replied simply, holding up the silver chain, the silver heart pendant with a Black pearl in the middle shining.

My gaze softened as I stared at the necklace. It was the only possession I had from my mother, other than pictures around the house.

Slowly I let Haruhi reach up and clip it onto my neck. My hand absentmindedly held the black pearl pendant.

"Thank you, Haruhi. I must have been pretty flustered if I forgot it." I said, feeling awful that I had forgotten it. I really must be losing my head this morning.

I knelt to be at Haruhi's level, since I was taller than her, and gave her a tight hug.

"You'll be alright going to Ouran, I just know it, Kami." Haruhi told me as I let go.

I smiled and placed a hand on her head, "Arigato, Haruhi." (Thank you, Haruhi). I let my hand fall away from her head, "Now go back to the apartment, and eat breakfast. I'll be late if I don't hurry."

I watched her run back towards the apartment before straightening up and turning to continue to my new school.

An hour later, at Ouran Academy

This place is going to be the death of me. I couldn't help but think. I had been walking around this huge place and hadn't found where I need to be.

It was like a maze, so many buildings and corridors and ugh. Damn rich school.

I finally came along a classroom, Music room #3. I hesitated, grabbing ahold of the handle. But just as I was about to turn the handle and open the door, a voice stopped me.

"You're the new girl. Kami Fujioka, the commoner who got in because of her smarts." I turned, startled. There stood a pale boy with stylishly cut black hair, glasses, and dark eyes with hints of purple in them, though if I had to describe them, I would say his eyes were Onyx colored. He was tall, 5'11 I would guess, two inches taller than me. He dressed in the rich kid's uniform, the long black pants and black shoes, the light blue coat and tie. And I guessed he was in my year.

He was handsome, I suppose, but while I assumed most girls would swoon over him, I wasn't here for romance. I was here to get the best education possible to become a great lawyer like my mother, or maybe something to do with the medical career.

"Well, Kami Fujioka is indeed my name, but if you think labeling me as a commoner will make your confidence better, you won't get far. Most rich snots like you don't even deserve to be in this school." I replied tensely, light reflecting off my glasses in an almost sinister way. I was fed up already with this rich school, so I wasn't acting my best.

The boy's lips twitched into a half smile, his dark eyes staring right at me. "At least you have guts. You might just be able to hold your own here. But my confidence is quite secure, I assure you."

The sinister glare I had been giving him faded, as I was curious now about this boy.

He held out a hand, "My name is Kyoya Ootori."

I took his hand, giving him a light but firm shake, looking at him through my glasses. I had heard about his family. "I've read about you and your family. You've got the best police force in the world at your disposal. Not to mention your accomplishments in medicine."

He changed the subject, as if modestly brushing off the fact I had heard of his family. "I wouldn't go in there, if I were you. That's the place for the Host Club. I should know, I'm the vice president. But you don't strike me as a needy type, one to need the attention of a man." He said.

I studied him, wondering if this was some type of trick. What kind of guy would try to persuade me not to go into the club that he was vice president of? What would he gain from that? Finally I shook the thought from my mind, deciding he must just be trying to be nice, and replied, "I was looking for my classroom. I am lost in this damn school. But you're right. The last thing I need is to waste my time."

I turned away to leave down the hall when that voice stopped me again, "Wrong way. Turn around and take the second right, then the first left, the classroom I suspect you're in, is there."

I paused, the sudden stop making my ponytail bounce. I flushed red at going the wrong way, and once the blush faded from my cheeks, I glanced back at him, "Thanks, I guess. See you around, Ootori." We weren't friends so I didn't use his first name.

He said nothing, and I could feel him staring at me as I walked away. Even once I was out of sight I couldn't shake the feeling of his stare.

Sometime the beginning of the next school year

"Hold still, Haruhi!" I ordered.

My little sister had gotten into Ouran Academy the same way I had gotten in. Tomorrow was her first day, but she had gotten gum in her hair so she would have boyish hair. I was cutting it for her right now, although I certainly wasn't a professional hair stylist.

"Sorry Kami, I can't help it." She replied as I once again moved her head to have her look straight ahead.

I was starting my second year this year. My first year had been quiet, since I hadn't made any friends, mostly focusing on my studies. I had quickly found out there was barely a quiet spot inside the school, so I studied at a rose gazebo in the rose bush maze on the grounds. It was the only place I could think. Kyoya Ootori was in my class again this year, as he had been last year, but ever since the day I met him I mostly avoided him, other than when we were paired up in class.

We had only been paired up three times the whole year, and each time we had just quietly done the work and handed it in. I had to admit, he was pretty smart.

I also hadn't gone to the music room where the host club was since that day.

Finally I was done cutting Haruhi's hair. She looked like a sheep dog.

"Well, you'll look like a boy in school…" I tried to explain, hating my bad hair cutting skills.

"That's fine, Kami, I don't care." She said easily.

"How about I buy a wig and contacts and go with you as a boy?" I suggested finally. I wouldn't let her go through high school first year as a boy, not alone. Besides I had been saving up for a cell phone but I could buy a wig and contacts instead. And because I would wear a wig and contacts, if I wanted to look like I girl I bet no one would really even notice me switching from looking like a boy to looking like a girl. I didn't have any friends any way, and I'm sure my teacher would understand me wanting to help out my sister.

"Really, you'd do that? Thank you, Kami." She replied, smiling as she hugged me.

I had a bad feeling this would be a long year.