I ran through the halls, trying to find my class. Crap, crap, crap. I was already fifteen minutes late- that was a lot, for someone of my standards. I passed by a group of guys who were (sadly) checking me out. Dumb perverts, the whole lot of them. I sighed, because they were the only people I had seen. I turned and walked back, forcing an adorable smile on my face. "Excuse me~!" I said, tilting my head to the side and rocking on my heels. "Do you know where 1-A is, possibly?" I did my best to not let my voice crack, which it did. A lot.

Once the boys showed me to the classroom –a lot of flirting and disgusting language- leaving me with a compliment on how I looked in the Ouran uniform. I had made it less…puffy and not-so-vibrant-and-ugly yellow. It came down to my knees and I really loved it. I skipped into the classroom, smiling brightly at the grouchy teacher. She told me to sit next to Hikaru and Kaoru, which I did happily.

Until I realized Haruhi sat behind me.

Damnit, life. Whaddya want from me?! She kept asking me everything about my life and if Tamaki was a good person. Over and over and over and over. I rubbed my temples, hoping she could get the single. The twins did, and Kaoru leaned over, whispering something into Haruhi's ear. That made her stop bothering me. "She's never like that." Hikaru muttered to me.

Yay, school was out. I skipped down the street into a small store; I was running out of food. Fast. "Hello Miss~!" I giggled as I pushed open the door, the bell chiming to signal my entrance. "Ah, hello Kiara-chan!" the manager said, smiling brightly at me. Everyone in the neighborhood knew who I was; the only girl who was always humming or singing, who could be found making friends with anyone. I grab about ten boxes of pocky and an equal amount of ramen noodles. I pay for them and leave the store. As I bump into someone. That I hate.

With a passion.

Fuck.