Grounded for Life
Chapter 1
Adora's POV
What am I even in for this time? I thought as I sat in my room, reading one of my many books.
"I can't believe you snuck out of the house!" my mother said, "After I told you not to!"
"I just needed to go get some more toothpaste from the drugstore. But no, I was locked in my room. If I'm stuck in there, and you won't buy me stuff, how am I supposed to get it? I don't get you." I said.
"You don't get me? Well, get this. Get up to your room right now or I swear, you will never see the light of day again!" she yelled.
"Fine!" I yelled back, stomping up the staircase."
"And I'm getting the maids to lock your windows and your door." my mother shouted after me.
It isn't like I can't pick the locks. I though at the time.
I got up and went over to my window. I tried to jimmy the lock but it wasn't budging.
Stupid new house with it's stupid tight locks. Stupid maids. Stupid new school. Stupid Japan. I thought as I kicked at the window frame.
I'm always being grounded, even when we lived in America I was always stuck in my room. I flopped back down on my bed and kept reading. I actually did like the book. All-American Girl by Meg Cabot. Really cool. My phone started playing This is Who I am by Third Day, signaling I had a new text. I grabbed my phone and brought it up into my line of vision.
Put on something presentable. We're having company in about 15 minutes. Dress nice or I will tan your hide.
From who else, my mom. I started to text back.
That is child abuse. But fine. I'll be ready if someone will unlock my door so I can grace ya'll with my presence.
I threw my phone back down on my bed and walked over to my closet. I sighed but grabbed a 50's inspired dress off of the hanger. It looked like really faded out jean material and it tied around the waist. It fell right above my knees. I grabbed some Frye sandal clog things, I'm not sure what to call them but I love them, and strapped them on my feet. I ran a brush through my hair, wavy, messy, and dirty blonde, and tied it up in a messy bun out of my face. I was getting ready to try my door when my phone started playing again.
Don't be a smartass, Adora.
Love you too mom. I tried the door to find that it was unlocked. I walked down the stairs and my mom was running around like a madwoman.
"Who's coming anyways?" I ask, sitting down on the sofa, "and why do I have to be down here for it."
"A famous designer, she may be able to help me make my name here in Japan. She's bringing her sons with her, they're about your age." she says.
Oh. My mom used to be a really big name in the fashion design world back in America so now she's trying to start over in Japan. She moved us here to keep me from getting into trouble. Look how well that turned out.
Ding dong.
I stood up beside my mother and a maid opened the door. She bowed to a redheaded woman and two redheaded boys, twins.
At least I'm good at telling twins apart. They might get mad if I couldn't. I thought as I smiled at them.
One smiled back but the other didn't look too happy to be here. The one that smiled at me looked a little mischievous. Hmmm, note to self. Be careful around that twin.
"Mrs. Hitachiin. Thank you for coming." my mother said, smiling.
Her and the woman started talking so I went over to the boys.
"Hi, I'm Adora. Strike. And ya'll?" I ask without any of the formalities my mother used.
"I'm Hikaru. And that's Kauru." the mischievous twin said, motioning to the sulking twin, "Don't mind him, he's usually the more friendly one but he hasn't been feeling well today."
"Oh. Alright. Well, I'm not sure what we're supposed to do now. My mom employed me to entertain ya'll." I said.
"We heard you were from America. You speak Japanese?" Hikaru asks, completely ignoring my statement.
"Yeah, I took it at my old school but I'm not very good. Ya'll speak English any?" I ask.
"Yeah, we learned it in our school, Ouran Academy." he replied in English.
"Ouran? Hey! My first day is tomorrow!" I say, grinning.
"Really? Make sure to come by Music Room 3." he says mischievously.
"But I don't play any instruments. I'm like musically impaired." I say and Kauru busts out laughing, "What? It's not funny!"
"Just come to the music room and you'll see." he says, flashing me a smile.
"Wow, you do speak." I say sarcastically.
He sticks his tongue out at me and goes back to sulking.
"So what class are you in?" Hikaru asks, amused.
"1A I think." I say thoughtfully.
"That's our class! Our friend Haruhi's too." Hikaru says.
"Awesome, so promise you'll help me find my way around?" I ask.
"I see you guys have found something to talk about." their mother says.
"Oh yeah. I'm Adora. I would say my last name but I'm sure you know it." I say, so bluntly that my mother's eyes bug out.
Mrs. Hitachiin laughs and says, "Well Adora, what have you found to talk about?"
"School. It seems I am going to the same school as your sons. Starting tomorrow that is." I say.
"Ah, um it seems our dinner is ready." my mother says nervously.
"Fabulous." Mrs. Hitachiin says.
We all walk in the dining room and take our seats. Hikaru, Kauru, and I sit a little away from our moms so we can talk some more without bothering them. We talk about school and all of our classes until late. Well, Hikaru and I do at least. Kauru is still sulking.
"Alright, You guys can see each other tomorrow. It's late, we need to go. Kauru, is Hikaru still sulking?" Mrs. Hitachiin asks.
"I'm Hikaru." Hikaru says.
Their own mother can't tell them apart? That's crazy speak!
"Bye Hikaru! Kauru, hope you feel better." I say.
They both freeze on their way out the door and look back at me questioningly.
I grin and telepathically say, Yep. I totally did just tell ya'll apart. Look out Ouran, here I come.
Hey! It's me again! You know you love me! If you couldn't tell, it's my goal to make a fanfic with each character paired with an OC. Maybe not Haruhi… I don't know, I'm not really that good at writing boys. But anyways, here's Adora's character profile since I really didn't reveal that much in the story.
Character Pro:
Name- Adora Strike
Age- 15
Personality- Sarcastic, crazy, southern as hell, joking, loves video games, apple juice-oholic
Hair- Dirty blonde with dark brown highlights.
Length- down to the bottom of her bra strap.
Eyes- Dark brown, almost black, eyes
Skin- Tan
Height- 5"7'
So there she is. Hope you like her, because I ain't changing her.