There once was a time I believed in ESPers, time travelers, and aliens. I searched long and hard for them, always believing that somewhere, they might be looking for me. Reality can be so cruel at times, and that fact hit me a few days before High School started. I abandoned all hope of finding them to fit into society. I had become used to the routine of this world.

At the first day of High School, I stood up and introduced myself to the class. I also apologized for all the trouble I had caused in the past and wished we could put those days aside. After I sat down, the student behind me stood up, brown hair waving slightly.

"I come from Higashi Jr. High," the student introduced himself, "Who I was is no consequence to you..."

No consequence?

"... but you can call me Kyon. My only interests are Espers, Time travelers, and Aliens. If any of you happen to know about them, we'll talk."

I didn't know it yet, but that day would ruin my life...

I am Haruhi Suzumiya, and this is my story...

Chapter 1 - Kyon Enters the Picture

A week later, and Kyon's rude, eccentric behavior has caused his name to be spread all over the school. His general dislike for how things should be, the routine of this world, has caused him to become an outcast.

I don't know why, but it annoys me. It might be because I went down this path before. It's like I'm seeing myself go through this... as a guy. With guy parts. He reminds me of me. Too much of me.

I decide to set him straight.

After walking into the room, I turn to him.

"So, you're the alien-obsessed guy," I note, "Kyon, right?"

He ignores me, simply staring at the window in boredom.

"So, you like aliens?" I asked him.

"Yeah," Kyon replies, "So?"

"I used to like those too, and espers, and time travelers as well," I responded, finally getting a good response, "But I grew to realize some things. It would be a one in a million chance of finding them. There are billions upon billions of people that live on this planet, and something like an esper or an alien would be an extremely uncommon thing. How would you go about locating one, especially since they'd most likely want to remain hidden? I knew it would be an issue, so I just decided to go on with my life. So, do you want to make my mistakes, or-"

"Sure," Kyon interrupted me.

"... Seriously?" I asked, "You want to become a sociopath?"

"Why not?" Kyon replied, "I have experience. Remember that news article, about that alien graffiti that showed up everywhere?"

"Oh yeah," I replied, "You heard about that?"

"Heard about it?" Kyon asked, "HEARD about it? I'm the one RESPONSIBLE for it!"

"You're the Alien Graffiti guy!" I yell, attracting the attention of everyone in the room.

"Indeed I am!" Kyon replied, a smile on his face, "Who the hell else would think of that?"

Sighing, I decided to turn around and continue my day without him.

The next day, I was fiddling with a pencil, when Kyon stood up and turned to face me.

"Nice haircut," He commented, "Haruhi, was it?"

"Yeah," I replied, "So?"

He gave me a look, and said, "ASSIST ME."

Oh ... this is not good.

After he said that, he proceeded to drag me across the hall to... a stairwell.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"The location is not important, only the amount of activity nearby," Kyon replied, "And few people use this stairwell."

"What now?" I asked.

"You see," Kyon explained, "After considering your words, I realized something - finding unusual things needs help. I had considered joining clubs that focus around supernatural stuff. Every club I found proved to be nothing, so I chose to create my own club. But a club needs members."

"And you brought me here because?"

"Because you know a lot of people," Kyon smirked, "You have a lot of people looking at you at lunch without even knowing it, so you can help me find new members for my club."

"I do?"

"Hm... yeah, pretty much everyone that's a guy, single, and not in the same grade as that Asahina chick," Kyon replied.

"How many do you need?" I asked in sarcasm mode.

"At least a few," Kyon replied.

I considered leaving him standing there, asking my parents to move, get to a new school, and leaving my past behind. But arranging a move could take weeks, and I doubt they'll accept the idea. Eventually, I decided not to bother arguing with him...

"Fine," I replied, "Only three, got it?"

"Fine by me," Kyon smirked.

And I knew that my days of being normal were about to end...

God, why do I keep talking to myself? And why do I feel like this has happened before?

Hello there! SubZeroGreymon here, and perhaps some of you have read my first story worth a crap, Another Way. Well, after looking it over, I realized that Another Way got a little out of hand. I chose to rewrite the story from the ground up, and alter the characters further.

Kyon: That'll earn him flack. People liked the original...

Well, they liked the first few chapters, but then it got confusing to the point where it made no sense. Hell, I had a hard time understanding it as it was.

Yes, I know I copied stuff from the first two chapters, but trust me when I say that the next chapters will be quite different...