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Chapter 2

Rayne woke up to her dad and grandpa fighting again. She could hear scuffling in the background and a few "Hey!'s" and "Youch!'s" She sat up with a loud menacing growl, causing the fighting to stop. Her dad peeked his head through her door, only to be met with her alarm clock. "Be... QUIET!" Rayne screamed.

"Ah! The low blood pressure demon queen is awake! Run for your lives!" Her dad began screaming like a dramatic idiot.

Rayne jumped out of bed and pulled on her makeshift uniform. She brushed through her hair quickly, washed her face, and then slid on her glasses. Rayne began walking towards the kitchen for some grub, smacking her dad's head against the wall as she passed.

"Wah! Respect your sensei daughter!" He whined, already wearing his uniform for teaching at the Dojo.

Rayne rolled her eyes before grabbing some bread and sticking it in the toaster. Her dad said, "So... are you excited for your first day?" He gave her his big goofy grin.

Rayne twitched. This time, it was from annoyance. "Kinda, but it's not really the first day. I missed the first day cause of that stupid 24 hour bug going around. Ugh. I always get sick on the important days!"

"Awe, its ok!" Her dad said while giving her a hug. Her grandma walked to the toaster when she heard the ding, and buttered it for Rayne. Rayne pried her dad off of her and grabbed the toast. She ran through the dining room grabbing her instruments. Well, it was supposed to be the dining room. Instead, a piano leaned against one wall while other various instruments cluttered the other room. Her family was small, so they didn't mind and ate in the kitchen. She slung her cello on her back, and then put her messenger bag across her shoulder. Lastly, she picked her guitar case up in one hand and her violin case in the other.

"I'll be back after school," she yelled as she climbed out the window.

"Ok, call me if you're running late!" her dad said.

"Aye, will do!" she yelled.

Rayne stood on the fire escape before lowering the ladder to the alley below. She climbed down jumping to the dumpster then the concrete. She checked her cell phone. "Awe hell! I'm gonna be late if I don't hurry!"

She turned the corner and began running down the street, jumping on the bus benches and weaving through traffic, as usual, to get to the school. After 15 minutes of solid sprinting she finally reached the gates of Ouran Academy. Rayne crinkled her nose, making a nasty face. "Ew. Pink," before she walked onto the grounds.

She got a few stares, due to her lack of a proper uniform and her bright hair. She didn't really mind, staring down at her clothes. She wore her old school skirt, black and down to her knees. Her school shirt was one of her dad's old nice shirts, being a little baggy she tucked it in. Lastly she wore an old navy tie of her dad's and her favorite shoes, her black lace up combat boots. She grinned. "Oh well, I like what I'm wearing," she mumbled to herself. She bumped into a petite, brown haired boy.

"Oh, my bad, sorr... Haruhi?" she asked puzzled. She wondered firstly, why was her friend in the boys uniform, and secondly how did she afford it? "Um... Why are you..." she got some stares from envious snide looking girls. "Um... never mind, I'm not exactly dressed properly either." She and Haruhi chuckled.

"I'll explain it to you later, Ray. Okay?" Haruhi said.

"Aye, I'll be waiting Ru-chan!" Rayne promised. Haruhi rolled her eyes at the nickname as Rayne ran off, again. She walked into the office, seeing a older woman with cat-like glasses and long nails chewing bubble gum flipping through some papers.

"Um... Hi, I'm Rayne Akatsuki. I'm new at the school, and wasn't feeling well yesterday," she said nervously as her eyes darted about the room.

"Oh, right here. You're in... Second Year, Class A for Language, Writing, History, Gym, and Music. You are in Class C for Chemistry and Algebra II," the woman said with a nasally voice. She handed me a map with my classes circled. "I also took the liberty of circling your Music Room for your lessons and such."

"Arigato," Rayne said and bowed. She walked out of the room, getting caught up in the flow of students walking down the halls. "This place is huge; I'm so going to get lost."

(3 hours later)

"Okay, so I made it to my first and second class on time... Now where the hell is that Writing Class?" Rayne walked down the lonely hall. She tuned around the corner before bumping into something hard. As she moved her gaze up, Rayne saw it was a tall dark haired and skinned boy. She jumped back, embarrassed.

"Um... sorry..." she said before turning and walking away. As Rayne looked back she saw him nod and then walk in the opposite direction with a sports bag slung over his shoulder.

"Hmmm... He's quiet isn't he? Maybe he's shy?" she smiled to herself. She thought maybe she could become friends with him, he didn't seem to look down on her like some of the snobby people. Then Rayne laughed to herself... "Hahaha but he does look down on me! Because he's tall, and ya... um... ok."

(2 Hours Later, Gym Class)

Rayne stretched her muscles, preparing for gym. Luckily they were doing one of Rayne's favorite sports. Rock Climbing. She grinned to herself as she stretched in the comfortable gym uniform. She looked over noticing a dark haired boy with glasses jogging around the track. He had a blonde friend, well acquaintance, who appeared to be annoying him. She chuckled at the sight.

A group of three girls, all wearing skorts and obviously rich noticed her watching the two boys. The one with long dark hair shook her head. "Looks like the new girl has her eyes on Tamaki and Kyouya. We better take care of this." The group walked over to Rayne and crossed their arms.

Rayne looked up at them and began twitching around, trying to avoid their gaze. She was small, and didn't want them to bug her. "Hey Spaz, stay away from those two. They don't need some poor girl bringing them down."

Rayne scoffed. "Never met them, why would I want to date them? Looks really aren't that important." She ignored the spaz comment; she didn't want to get ticked off at them.

The girl laughed. "Ya, I can tell you don't care about your appearance." The girl looked down in disdain at Rayne's nerdy glasses and messy long red hair. The trio walked away, irritated that they didn't bug her.

Inside, Rayne was seething. 'Keep it cool, relax' she kept repeating to herself. Until a volleyball came crashing towards the side of her head, cracking the glass on one of her lens. The leader from before yelled, "Whoops!"

Rayne stood up, forgetting her earlier peace. She growled, "Oh now it's on!" She ran towards the girl and slugged her with a right hook across her face. The girl went down instantly. "You're lucky I don't really fight weak girls like you." She noticed the attention she was getting and walked towards the lockers.

After changing, she walked out into the hall. She braided her long red hair into one long plait, hanging it over her shoulder. The braid reached to her hip. Rayne didn't worry about the girl, knowing that her type didn't want to appear weak. She wouldn't tell the teacher. She'd never live it down. Rayne pushed up her cracked glasses and looked at her map. Her wet bangs dripped water onto it from her shower in the locker room. It was the end of the day, and she needed to practice before going home. She went to her locker, grabbing her bag, guitar, and violin before pulling her cello off the top of the locker and onto her back.

She began walking through the halls gazing outside the window as she passed. Teenagers were all hanging around, texting and chatting about their weekend plans. Some were doing homework together. She saw a flash of red hair, similar to her own, kneeling by a picnic basket. A young man pulled a bird out and began feeding it. Rayne smiled to herself before paying attention to where she was going.

She looked at her map, and checked the door in front of her... It read 'Music Room 3.' "Guess this is it," she guessed and then opened the door.

"Explanation time: She's trying to calm herself down, because alot of times people with ADHD are aggressive and need less for them to fight you. Like, we can get an itch to punch someone before some other person would." -XxHell-in-my-HeadxX I hope you don't mind that I put this here Lee-chan, I just found it helpful for when I was reading your story so I thought the others would too. Anyways thanks for Reading!