"Sara…Sara wake up!"

A loud scream pierced my ears causing me to sprawl myself onto the floor.

"What the hell?"

I look up to see my younger sister Anna staring down at me with her dirty blonde hair covering the sides of her face. She peered at me with dazzling green eyes.

"Sara it's time to get ready for school!"

Oh, right now I remember...I am to go to a prim and proper school here in Japan called Ouran Academy. While my sister gallops out of the room, I shuffle to my closet and pull out a sickenly yellow dress.

"Ugh, I can't believe people actually wear this kind of thing in public."

I cram myself into the dress when my phone starts to ring playing How Far We've Come on full blast. I struggle to reach for it and seeing the caller ID, I clear my voice and answer, "This is Sara Anderson, how may I help you?"

A deep voice resounded from the phone

"Sara you don't have to speak to your father that way. I was just calling to see if you're about to leave for school."

I make a face of disgust.

"Yes Papa I'm about to leave, and why do you care anyways since you left us here 5 years ago."

He stutters

"You know why I had to do that."

"Yeah, yeah excuses, excuses good-bye."

By that time I was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, dark brown hair that waves down my back and striking violet eyes. In the publics eyes I'm considered an icy beauty. Anna runs into the bathroom and tells me to hurry up.

As I walk down the stairs I see two of my latest paintings hung on the wall. On the table a magazine sat with the front cover, Sara Anderson an icy beauty of the art world. Tabloids truly don't know why I started in the art business. I started because when Papa left we didn't have enough money to support ourselves, so I started to paint landscapes and people and sold them for money. Soon I became know as the icy beauty of the art world.

I kissed Anna on the forehead and rushed out of the house.

I ran to the train station as fast as I could, getting there at the last second possible. As I jumped through the sliding doors many high school students started to gaze at me.

I thought it was because of how flustered my face was, but it was because I had on the Ouran Academy uniform. I groaned and sat silently for the next 15 minutes until I arrived at my stop.

I walked with purpose until I reached the steps of the school. I skidded to a halt, staring up in wonder.

"What the hell, this isn't a school, it's a fuckin' castle!"

"You must be the new student."

A voice whispered behind me belonging to a tall guy with short dark hair and thin-rimmed glasses that were pushed up to his face. He seemed to loom over me as he waited for my answer, casually flipping through a black book.

"Ah, yes my name is Sara Anderson pleased to meet you."

"Yes it was quite nice to meet you, I'm Kyoya Ootori."

I thanked him for the conversation and left in a rush, something about that guy gives me the creeps. I walked so fast that I hardly noticed two boys with auburn hair barricading my way to the school. Both strolled up to me each grabbing one of my hands and kneeled to the ground.

Great, another group of weirdos.

"Hello, my name is Kaoru Hitachiin and this is…"

"Hikaru Hitachiin."

A group of girls started to stare at me with malicious intent, so I grabbed both of the boys and hugged them close whispering into their ears, "Nice to meet you, I'm Sara Anderson."

I turned back around to see the girls blushing with anger. I smirked and let of both boys and strolled to the front doors. Most classes were normal and everybody treated me the same, which was a relief to me. I always hate people who fawn over my skills as an artist. At the end of class I asked a girl in my class where the art room was and she said she'd take me there if I went to the host club with her for a bit. This school has a host club, now I think I've seen everything.

She opened the doors to the third music room, and I see hordes of girls gathering around tall glamorous boys and even a young bubbly blonde. I scan my eyes across the room and notice a small built boy with light brown hair. I run toward him and inspect him more carefully.

"Could you not do that to me?"

As he said that, I immediately recognized who it was.

"Is that you Haruhi?"

He peers at me intensely then shouts, "No way, Sara what are you doing here?"

A/N: Sorry 'bout that but I deleted the first one because it happened to not contain the full part so here it is! Also though I would love, love ,love, love to own OHSHC I don't, sadly. :'(