I don't own Ouran in any way shape or form(though I truly wish I did). The only thing that belongs to me is my OCs Yumi and Ceri. Everything else goes to its respectful owners
"-please welcome her."
As the teacher concluded the introduction Yumi bowed her head deeply and greeted the class.
"Thanks you, Sensei. My name is Hanako Yumi. Please take care of me!"
She righted herself and walked to the empty chair in the back of the room, quickly scanning her neighbors as she did. Next to her on her left was a small, feminine-looking boy who was scribbling down notes as the teacher began the lesson. In front of them were two carrot top boys who, completely ignoring their student duties, poured over what seemed to be a pamphlet from a non-brand grocery store. On her right, a young, plain girl in the schools obnoxious uniform had fallen asleep at her desk; her brown hair falling across her pale, pampered face.
'Well,' Yumi thought. 'Nothing interesting here. This school will be just like the others.'
How wrong the young girl would turn out to be…
The chime of a bell rang throughout the school, signaling the end of classes. Picking up the stack of textbooks from her desk, Yumi quickly exited the room and ran for fresh air. The sunlight burned satisfyingly on her stiff neck as she stepped outside. Flopping down on a stone bench, Yumi leaned her head back and stared happily at the fading cherry blossoms.
She couldn't believe it had already been two weeks since she had transferred to Ouran. She had easily learnt her way around the school and made friends with all of her teachers. Of course, it was no challenge. The girl had done it all before, countless times and there certainly nothing unique about this school, despite its wealthy students. This school was the same as the rest…boring!
Yumi looked longingly towards the road and watched as her fellow students were driven away. She sighed, waiting for her own car to get here so she could leave the wretched place. Why did her mother insist on picking her daughter up herself? Things would have been so much simpler if she was allowed to put her personal chauffer to use!
The dinging of her cell phone caused Yumi to jump and she pulled it out of her bag. The floating envelope danced around the screen; the name Ceri displayed promptly under it.
"mother…" yumi whined and opened the text.
Darling, the message began and Yumi could imagine her mother dramatically drawing the word out. I'm afraid I've been caught in a little fix and have to attend a meeting immediately. It might take me a little longer than expected to pick you up. Please wait at the school and I will be there as soon as possible.
Much love,
Mummy
Yumi squealed, outraged!
Again! Her mother had done it again! And where was she supposed to go? All the students and teachers had left by now. She doubted she could even get back into the school!
Angrily grabbing her bag, the girl stalked towards the entrance but was fully prepared for it be locked. Surprisingly, the double doors swung open as soon as she pressed her hands against them and she entered the building. It was unbelievable how peaceful the school was when emptied of its pompous inhabitants.
Yumi took delicate steps on the shimmering marble floor and began to explore the school. As she wandered, the delicate plinking of a piano filled her ears. Entranced, she followed the sound and found herself standing in front of a tall, imposing door. The sign hanging above it, declared the room to be Music Room 3.
She shrugged her shoulders and pushed open the doors; completely unprepared for the turn her high school career was about to take.