Amber, And The Host Club

The Host Club


I opened my glossy, white locker and put my brown bag away. It was almost time for lunch. 35 minutes to kill. Suddenly, something grabbed me from behind!

"Aaaah!" I screamed in a high pitched, yet somewhat quiet voice. I spun around and saw a bubbly face.

"Hey Amber! Scared you didn't I?" I knew the voice. I took a deep breath and stood up straight from being pushed against the locker. The girl then thrusted a smooth, white card to my hands. It was Maria Brooks, the other girl of the duo for the exchange program. A sassy girl with a fair complexion. She had pure black hair with a blue tint in it, which was usually worn down. She had dark, blue eyes which could sometimes be seen with black or silvery flecks in them. We had both previously attended the same school, and we had been pretty good friends. Like me, her grades were high. She started rambling on about this host club, though I wasn't really listening. I took the card gently from her and held it firmly in my hands. I began reading.

'The Ouran High School Host Club' was written in a pretty shade of pink with a fitting curly font. Come join our club, ladies, we're sure you'll like it. We have refreshments, entertainment, and not to mention our handsome hosts to dazzle each one of you. The Host Club is here to make your dreams come true.' I looked at the rest of the card. It had a red rose and pretty spirals of pink-red colours. It was then signed by 'Tamaki Suoh' I pictured what this boy must look like. He, like the rest of the club was probably a fake romantic, or maybe just a bunch of kids wanting to score, with some good looks on the side. I frowned at myself at being so judgmental, at not even meeting them.

"Won't it be fun?" Maria then let out a fan-girl 'eeee' voice. "Oh, I can't wait! I've already filled in my application! Come on! Let's sign up" I glanced at her face and saw pure happiness, her usual expression. I looked away and sighed. I again frowned at myself for being so glum. I fought my thoughts and blamed the weather.

"Sure…" I said unsure of what I was getting into. She then glomped me and did her best to run in her little shoes. 'We'll see', I thought silently.

"I'll have the fancy tuna, medium rare beef . . . And the . . . ummm . . . that" I pointed. I smiled as did the serving lady. I lifted up my tray and began walking down the line. The japanese fancy tuna was amazing. On my first try of it, I immediately knew what I was going to get back in Canada. The luxurious taste and flavour was amazing. As I walked further down my line, I felt overwhelmed with all the choices. It was amazing to see how kind these lunch maids and servers were. Though with the money the dean has here, they could probably hire a model to serve food if they wanted to. Infact, looking around, I couldn't get use to the spotless floors. Even the eating places were impeccably clean, and the food overall was spontaneous in every way. I looked out at one of the large, glossy glass windows. I smiled. The sun was beaming in. I shook out of my unusually gloomy mood. The rain had stopped and the sun was shining bright.

I sat down beside one of my best friends. We were only friends for about 3 or so days, but it was an instant click with me and her. Her name was Christina. She had light brownish-blond hair. Her blue eyes were the fitting image of the moe character you would generally see in manga and cosplay. She had a very perky personality and had gleaming eyes. Her parents were the owners of a large stock company, so, she was well set off. But when I thought about it, here at Ouran, it was probably the norm. Like in Canada, everyone was either a teacher or doctor, but here, everyone was either a millionaire or a company owner.

I watched her as she was babbling on about her new courses, teachers, and all that snazz. I smiled and saw a pamphlet in front of her on the table. I had seen it somewhere before . . . but where . . . ah yes, that host club Maria was going on about earlier. I recognized the white envelope with the heart seal. A typical show for the girls. I reached over for it and ran my index finger on it, and rested my chin on my left hand. I flipped the card over and looked around the table. I smiled. Everything was going great.

I then joined in on the conversation. A bit of gossip, mixed in with that 'cute boy' in science class, (I could tell with what I was hearing he was the 'Brad Pitt' of the class), mixed in with what teacher was the best, and various other things. The girls all seemed pretty comfortable here. Then I remembered, no duh, Amber! They're all rich. They've been here their whole lives. But, needless to say, they weren't how I pictured the students here. From what I'd seen, the boys were gentlemen. And the girls . . . they weren't at all girly, well, some of them were, but most of them were charming, and nice. My brain then lit up, perhaps I'd join this club after all….I mean, what was there to lose?