Ouran Academy... My parents forced me to enter the school because of the competition between the Ohtori's and them. They don't care about anyone but themselves, both rich people and my parents. Looking at the school made me feel sick. But having my violin case strapped around my shoulder and wearing my uniform from middle school comforts me. The students stare at me while I'm looking at the school. "Why is that poor girl there?" a girl giggled. "And why is she wearing black and white? I bet she couldn't affords uniforms so she made one herself, I don't even think she can afford a haircut," another girl said while giggling with the rest of her friends. I was wearing a white polo shirt with a black tie, a black skirt that was mid-thigh length, black shoes, and a white ribbon.

I started walking in the school. It felt like the whole school was watching me, commenting on this and that, everything about me. But the only thing they didn't complain about was my personality. I giggled, yet. The whole school was wearing super expensive uniforms. My parents can afford them, but when they tried to force me into that hideous yellow dress...well let's just say I almost didn't kill them.

I walked over to the office when someone put their hand on my shoulder, I had to restrain myself from flipping whoever it was that touched me. "Arisa Miyabi, age 16, high-class. Talent: playing the violin and writing music. Parents: father is the director of a rising company, and yet you chose to wear what you are wearing now. Why?" I didn't turn around but I knew it was a male student by his voice and also my parents have warned the whole teaching staff not to touch me. I shrugged off his hand and tied to walk away before he grabbed my arm.

"Let go of my arm," I growled. "Ne, Kyouya why are you bothering people this early?" a voice asked. Great more people... "Yeah Kyouya, why are you bothering this poor looking girl?" another voice asked. I turned around and flicked his hand off my arm. The one who grabbed my arm had pale skin and black hair, probably the one the other two called Kyouya. The other two had pale skin and light brown hair, they were identical twins. Annoyed, I walked in the office.

The lady behind the counter gave me my classes. This is going to be boring... "Before the bell rings, you need to go to your homeroom to speak to your teacher. And here's a map of the school to your homeroom. After homeroom, someone will show you around. Have a good time here," the lady said smiling. I bowed to her before turning around to three that were there seemed to have left. Thank god... While walking to homeroom, I keep hearing questions and bad comments about my looks. They're really loud too.

When I walked into the almost empty room, I got dirty looks from the students in it and from the teacher. Weird... "I'm the-" I started to say. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know who you are," she said madly. She pushed me out the door before all the students came in. "Don't set a foot in this classroom until I tell you to," she said. I tried to not glare at her when I have a dying urge to.

The bell rang. Through the door I can hear the teacher's voice. "Students, there's a new student. Come in," she demanded. Reluctantly, I dragged myself into the room. "Class this is Arisa Miyabi, have anything to say?" "No," I said, and almost immediately I got glares or snobby comments. I almost started to crack up at that moment. "Your seat will be the last one by the window. But just because you're at the back of the classroom doesn't mean you can space out," the teacher sneered. Under her breath she said, "You poor people have no manners." Well that helped a whole lot. "I do have manners, I just don't plan on showing it to you. And next time you say something that's not supposed to be heard, speak quieter. You don't wanna get in trouble for harassing a student don't you, Sensei," I smirked.

That comment right there made my reputation from poor girl to ignorant poor girl with no manners. Well I don't mind. Really. It's really fun when you're labeled that though.

I stood in front a door that had a sign that read, Karate. I walked in and it seemed to have shocked people. "I want to join," I said. They stood staring at me. There was a long moment of silence before someone finally said, "Fine, but first you have to beat some people." I don't think you have to do that to get in the club but, oh well. They made me go against five Senpais. I beat them pretty quickly. I wasn't really that hard.

At the end of the day, I took the subway home. On the subway, I saw this old man touching a younger boy's ass. He was wearing the same uniform that all boys had to wear in school. He looked uncomfortable. I walked up to him and grabbed his arm and pulled it away from him. "What? What are you doing? Why are you holding my arm?" the man asked. " I started to giggle, "You're really asking that?" After I said that, "The doors will be opening soon, all the people getting off this stop get ready to depart," the speaker said. I pressed on his pressure point on his arm with the hand that was already on his arm. He started to cringe. The door opened. I pushed him out, he fell out of the subway. I glared at him and gave him the middle finger, "Perverts can walk." The doors closed.

I walked to a seat and sat down. The boy that was being molested walked up to me and said, "Thank you for helping me."

"It's okay. Perverts just make me sicks."

"And thanks for not saying anything."

"If I said anything more, it would've embarrassed you," I smiled sincerely to the boy.

He blushed when I smiled at him. He's cute :] He's like a bishounen :3"I'm Touma Kurosaki. You can call me Touma," he said blushing. "Haiii Touma-kun, I'm Arisa Miyabi. You can call me Arisa," I said smiling. "I hope I don't offense you when I say that you're kind of like a mom to me," when he said that he blushed even more. I couldn't help not laughing. "No, it's okay," I said. "The doors will be opening soon, all the people getting off this stop get ready to depart," the speaker said. "This is my stop," I said. He looked at me surprised. "What?" I asked. "This is my stop too," he said. I ruffled his hair and said, "Then let's go."

While we were walking home, I found out that he was a second year student. Finally we stopped at a gigantic gate, "This is my house," he said. I stared up in awe. I think I made a really stupid face because he started to laugh. "If you're rich enough to buy that house, you should've got a ride home," I said. "I didn't want to attract attention," he said quietly. "Well I think you'll be safer going home by car, you can attract a lot of perverts," I said. "Then you go home in a car too," he said.

"I'm not rich, I got to Ouran on a scholarship."

"That is so cool! I wanna get somewhere with a scholarship. How'd you get it?"

"I play the violin."

"I wanna hear you play a song."

"Another day ok?"

"Pinkie swear?"

"Yeah, pinkie swear."

After we pinkie swore, we said our good-byes, I left. When I got home, I was attacked by Watari, my little brother. " 'YOU'RE LATE! WE WERE SUPPOSED TO LEAVE THIRTY MINUTES AGO,' mom said," he said. I laughed and went upstairs, my brother followed me. We were supposed to meet with the Ohtori's at their house for dinner,so I could meet my fiance. I was really hoping they would forget. The little seven year old was dressed in a black tuxedo. I got to put on the dress I picked from my mom's big wardrobe. I picked a pure white, halter dress with black paint splatters on the right corner going down.

When I finished changing, I put on my black sweater on, I held Watari's hand and went downstairs. "ARISA! YOU'RE LATE! WE WERE SUPPOSED TO LEAVE THIRTY MINUTES AGO!" When our mom said that, me and Watari started laughing. "AND WHAT IS WITH YOUR SWEATER! YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO WEAR AN ELEGANT SWEATER. YOU KNOW IT IS TOO LONG FOR YOU! A SWEATER IS SUPPOSED TO END AT THE TOP OF YOUR HIPS, YOURS END UNDER YOUR HIPS! AND YOU KNOW THOSE SLEEVES ARE TOO LONG FOR YOU! I CAN'T EVEN SEE YOUR HANDS!" she yelled. Dad came through the door. "Come on dear, if she goes up to change sweaters you know she'll take time to stall and we can't keep them waiting any longer," he said. "Fine," she replied.

Watari grabbed my hand and I grabbed back before walking down the driveway to the car.