Lalalalalalallalalalalala DISCLAIMER and all that fun st0fzzz tehehe… and it is time for me to tell you all….. mai secret… NO jk I'm just having fun with this, but I'm serious… I want this to be big… many hits already today, but I won't always update this fast.. :3 I like dis pplz
Let me start from the beginning, I'm Hana Stunnard. I'm seventeen years old, and I'm a senior in high school. My mother died of pneumonia, and my dad overdosed on Refrain as to escape the trials of war, and avoid being drafted for the army, since the nobles weren't chosen for battle, it was the commoners. My hair is short, feathery... almost spiky, dyed white with black tips. I have green eyes, a long face, and pale skin. I've only grown to be about 5 feet, 4 inches tall. You wouldn't expect someone as 'unique' or 'perfect' as me to have any kind of doubts in life. You'd be surprised. I'm a Britannian, yes… I was Britannian… and trust me, all Britannians have issues.
It all started when I moved from the Area 3, formerly known as the United States, to further my education in the fine arts and musical composition. The first day was the hardest for me, because it was just me, and the professor that had called me to attend the school.
As I approached the archway that was the gate to the school grounds, I saw two boys: a tall, pale, skinny, raven-haired boy and a slightly shorter, rounder boy with darker skin and a lavender-shade of hair and both of them could've been close to my age, seniors in high school.
I kept walking, seemingly towards them, since they were unloading bags and things from the sidecar of a small motorbike. I didn't acknowledge their prattle as I walked by. But, mainly it was the lavender.
"I think that's our new exchange student… I think Milly-chan said her name was Haley, or Heather… something with an H…" He said.
A deeper voice, I assumed it to be the raven hair, threw in, "I think her name is Hana."
I shook my head and kept walking, fluffing my white hair. One of them whistled, but I honestly didn't want to look back. My first class was Philosophy, and walking towards the classroom, it appeared that I was the only one that seemed to be here for the education, and not just to fill up a free period or to be with friends. There were broad, stuck-up looking boys with whorish girls hanging off their arms, normally with some kind of unnecessary contact.
I walked through the door, and half the seventy or so heads in the room looked up, but it was mainly the girls that assumed that I was going to steal their spotlights of popularity, or their boyfriends, or their beauty, or whatever they went on into whispering about. I took the seat that no one dared to take, right at the front of the class.
As I laid my black messenger back down on the lab table desk-turned-philosophy-library, due to the fact that it was piled high with books labeled 'Aristotle', 'Socrates', 'Plato', and others that I was sure that I was going to soon be quite familiar with, and looked up to catch the dark-haired boy from earlier walking in.
I sighed to myself and the girls in the room watched him as they watched me. I began to wonder if they were just the kind of silly girls to gawk at whatever they see that has any kind of beauty, not that I was saying that he was beautiful, or anything… then, I spotted the boy following him now.
For some reason, I couldn't tear my eyes away. He was small, like me. His chocolate-brown hair was about chin length all the way around, and he had darker skin, though not Japanese. His curiosity seemed to match mine, because it wasn't too long before he looked up and his eyes met mine. For the first time in years, I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks. I quickly turned away and grabbed my composition notebook, opened it to the point where I had last left my story, and started writing…
I felt his arms close around my waist… the warmth radiating from his body was something I couldn't ignore. I snaked one of my arms up out of his and cupped his cheek sideways towards my head.
"What do you want?" Aikou whispered in my ear. I gasped softly and felt his hands softly rub my sides. I laughed.
He pressed his lips against my neck. I wondered why he was doing this to me, after so long of avoiding me at all costs…
"Why?" I whispered.
Suddenly, I was –
"You're a really good author, you know."
I jumped halfway into the floor from my seat and looked up to see the raven-haired boy.
"Do you have some sick obsession with being around me mysteriously?" I screamed at him.
"Not really." He said lazily. "I just thought it would be nice to have a seat, since class is going to start soon." He placed his bag on the desktop next to mine, pulled out his seat, and flopped down.
"Hmph." I said, "Then, take a seat. I'm not going to stop you." I stared at him and crossed my arms.
"Well, it's too late for that, and I would like the person I'm sitting by to at least be pleasant." He chuckled softly as he said this, sweeping his jet-black hair out of his eyes.
"Oi!" I shouted and turned to him, "At least I can make friends of people!"
"Oh, really?" He asked as he pulled out a thick paperback novel to read.
I picked up my comp book and put it back into the smaller side of my messenger bag. He seemed to take interest in his book, and I put my head on the cold, black synthetic-stone-like surface of the table. I felt a tap on my shoulder and I looked up. A tall, buxom girl that had blonde hair with so much volume I wouldn't doubt it could be seen from space was looming over me. She smiled a rather warm smile, though.
"You must be Hana." She said, "I'm Milly Ashford, the Student Council President here." She stuck out her hand for me to shake. "I see you've met Lelouch, but I've got to warn you, he's a bit unloyal, and takes an interest in a different girl pretty fast, so get some affection out of him while you can!"
I laughed and the boy, Lelouch, turn a shade of bright pink, but it was obvious that he was trying to hide it.
"Milly…" He said, "Shouldn't you go bother someone else, since Hana just moved here..?"
She put a finger to her large, pale lips and thought for a moment.
"Maybe we should just tug her into the Student Council since you've taken such an interest in her, Lelou!" She clapped cheerily. Quite a few of the heads in the room looked up this time.
A lean girl with straight rust red hair walked up next to Milly and looked at me then back to the grinning President.
"What is it?" She asked softly.
"Kallen…" She appeared to be a balloon about to explode. "….get out the fireworks and costumes! We're having a Couples Celebration-Bash!"
And so… Chapter Two! This will get easier for me and better for you as time goes on, kitties… but ta-ta for now!
With love 3,
Hana-chan!