Ouran High School, the elegant playground for the rich and beautiful. What a shame to see such a magnificent building practically go to waste. No one can look me in the eye and call this place and honest to God high school. Fortunately, I have my private studies at home. High school education isn't my priority. No, my main focus here is increasing my social skills.
Yeah, it's kind of embarassing, but I've never really been all that good with people. My mother thinks what I need is friends. If I don't get some of those, my family's publishing company goes to my younger sister, and I'll end up working for her one day. That is, in no world, going to happen.
I take a deep breath and look up at the sparkling building. It glows with radiance in the morning sun. Such a beautiful place. I tighten my grip on my bag and begin the excruciatingly long journey to my last class of the day. Where was it? Oh, yes, north building.
Thankfully, I manage to make it through the class with no incident. The bell rings and I stuff my papers into my bag, stumbling over the overly large skirt of the Ouran girls' uniform. It's just so... impractical. I dearly wish I could wear pants.
I step out into a seething mass of people. They push me along the hallways, ignoring my attempts to leave. I quickly get very, very frusterated. I take a deep breath and try to remember that I just need to keep my wits about me and try to stay calm. This has always been my trouble with people. They ignore me, push me to the side, make me want to scream and let them know I'm still here, still human. Perhaps I'm overreacting. If I am or not, it doesn't matter now. Because I'm officially lost.
The crowd has thinned out enough that I can at least walk normally. All the walls look the same. I consider asking someone for directions, but I don't even know where I should be going. I stumble along the carpeted halls for what seems like hours but couldn't be more than several minutes. There are so many damned rooms, turns, stairways! This is enormously frustrating.
I notice two girls round a corner, giggling about something that's probably not funny. I sigh and give in to defeat. I should ask them for directions. I lock my elbow around my bag and run after them. Sadly, I forget that I'm wearing these incorrigible high heeled shoes. Just as I'm rounding the corner, my step fails and I fall, crashing through an ajar white door. I land in the wide doorway, yellow dress spread out around me. I managed to cover my head when I fell, so I take my arms off my face and lean my head back.
I know immediately that what I see is the ticket to my future.