Dadadada official chapter one
This chapter I am listening toooooooo: John Holt - Police in Helicopter
In a reggae mood.
Chapter one
Despite the incredible opportunity I have been provided with by being allowed to attend Fickleberry Academy and how much of the school I have already taken advantage of, well... I'm bored.
The famous family scandals that you hear through this school are certainly entertaining for a period of time, but it quickly becomes tedious after the majority of the press broadcasts it to the rest of the country.
It loses it's thrill.
I've been attending Fickleberry's sixth form for a number of months now and the usual routine of the school has quickly lost it's appeal to me. At first I was excited to be here, to be living in such luxury, but now not so much.
If you had told me I would be going to Fickleberry Academy last year then I would have scoffed at you and possibly thrown something directed towards your face for lying to me; but my mother recently married an incredibly wealthy man, with two incredibly spoilt daughters who didn't realise what and incredibly idiotic idea it would be for me to attend the same school as them.
They didn't know me then, so I can't really blame them.
The eldest daughter - Isabella - is the same age as me, seventeen, and the younger daughter is two years below us. Still in the secondary part of the school.
Her name is Amber and I can honestly say that I've never met a snottier girl in my entire life.
Both girls are blonde, with slightly upturned noses that they inherited from their otherwise flawless father, who also had sandy blonde hair.
And now, due to my mother's recently and expensively highlighted hair, I looked like the outcast of the family. I had, similarly to the brats, inherited my own fathers looks - with dark chestnut hair, slightly tanned skin stained with birth marks and freckles and annoyingly broad man hands.
My father was a blacksmith, it seems strange, seeing as it's such an old profession, but he loved what he did.
Unfortunately he left my mother and I a few days after my seventh birthday. I stayed in contact with him for three years before he developed Osteosarcoma - cancer of the bone - and spent the rest of his days in agonising pain.
Of course, my mother was upset despite the divorce, and I'm still confused as to how anyone could disregard their first love - who they lost to cancer - and remarry.
I contemplated the notion as I trudged through the school grounds towards the main building from the girl's accommodation building.
The doors of the main building were still open and I entered them cautiously. You could always judge how late for class you were by the amount of students loitering in the halls. I slowed my pace even more as I realised that the majority of the students usually hanging around waiting to go to their respective classes were still there.
Maybe I'm not late at all...
I scanned the notice board for anything new that might break me away from the tedious routine I had become accustom to.
JAPANESE EXCHANGE PROGRAMME - OURAN ACADEMY
The headline caught my eye and I scanned the flyer for information.
Looking for students to host Japanese pupils, accommodation sharing, trips from the school, blah blah blah, students arriving late January, blah blah, English pupils will later in the school year go and stay with the Japanese exchange partners.
Hmmm, a trip to Japan afterwards?
That could be interesting...
Meanwhile at Ouran High school...
"Fellow hosts, if I may have your attention please!" Tamaki shouted into the almost empty music room whilst standing on one of the many coffee tables scattered around.
The 'fellow hosts' collected themselves around Tamaki's coffee table, all looking rather bored.
''What do you want?'' The red-headed twins - Kaoru and Hikaru - spoke in unison.
Tamaki beamed as he waved a letter around frantically in front of everyone's faces.
''This, my dear family, is an application letter for the exchange programme with a school in England! And I expect you all to be joining me.'' He grinned and hopped down from his table.
Haruhi rolled her eyes.
''Tamaki-senpai, I've told you so many times before - I don't have a passport.''
''Yeah boss,'' Hikaru jested.
''You never listen.'' Kaoru joined in.
Each twin placed an arm around Haruhi.
''If you knew Haruhi as well as we do,'' one twin started.
''Then you would know such a trivial fact,'' the other finished.
Tamaki's face boiled red.
''GET OFF OF HER YOU SHADY TWINS!'' He yelled waving his arms.
''Calm down boss, we're just playing,'' Kaoru laughed.
''England sounds boring anyway, it's a stupid idea.'' Hikaru and Kaoru bother folded their arms over their chests, leaning in when mocking Tamaki.
The host club king ran to his corner and curled into a ball, rocking back and forth.
''Actually, I wan considering applying for the exchange myself. A lot of children from a lot of important families go to Fickleberry Academy.''
As soon as Kyouya spoke, Tamaki whipped his head around.
''Mother agrees!'' He proclaimed, emerging from his corner, ''therefore we must all go!''
''Usa-chan and I have always wanted to go to England!'' Honey giggled. ''It sounds fun, doesn't it Taka-chan?''
Mori nodded.
''Then it's settled, we'll go to England!'' Tamaki cheered.
Haruhi huffed.
Kyouya turned to her, ''you've quite worn out that excuse about your passport Haruhi, it really isn't much trouble to acquire one.''
Haruhi blushed.
''Actually I applied for one last week,'' she mumbled.
Kyouya raised an eyebrow. "Well then there aren't any qualms about this, the scholarship you received will include funds for trips of course.'' His glasses glinted and he pulled out his laptop, beginning to research the trip.
''It'll be like a family vacation!'' Tamaki cried, pulling the two people closest to him into a hug.
This happened to be Haruhi and Mori.
Before Mori could brush Tamaki off, Honey had jumped on him to join the hug and the twins had hold of Haruhi from the other side.
''Mother get in on this!'' Tamaki called to Kyouya, who continued to type on his laptop, without even looking up.
''No.''
The group hug quickly dispersed.
Tada! Finished the first official chapter!
Ps. I'm awfully sorry for any mistakes, as I am typing it up directly from a notebook.
