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I jumped up, a troubled sweat falling from my brow. I glanced hurriedly at the clock on the floor next to my bed: 4:00 A.M. I would normally be going to sleep now but since I was all worn out yesterday I went to bed really early. I forgot, if I sleep early I almost always have a really bad nightmare. Now I won't be able to sleep until really late tonight, if I'm lucky that is. I went down to my main bedroom and logged onto my HP mini laptop (I'm using mine to type this, it's really good with a few flash drives for memory space). I have no new emails, probably because Ronny (my ex) told everyone that I hated their guts and all these other nasty rumors to make them hate mine. I sat back and what him do that to all of his exes but when he wanted to date me I couldn't help but say yes; Even though I knew almost certainly that all I would get was a broken heart and a scarred mind. I was thinking about him yesterday. I blame him for everything. He made me not proud of who I was, made me think that I wasn't worth anything and worst of all he made me believe it. You know how if something is told to you enough times you might begin to believe it? Well he said it to me so many times that I did believe it, every word. He made me believe that only he would actually give me time of day. That everybody else thought I was no better than the gum on the bottom of their shoes and that they were right if they did think that. And I believed him, I believed him until I saw him making out in his car, outside my house, with my best friend. I threw them both out of my life and moved as soon as I could to the school I'm in now. Sometimes he comes to me, asking me to take him back. It's so hard to say no but he just tells me he'll be back and walks away, as though he knows that I will eventually come crawling back to him if no one stops me. And he's right, but who would ever want to help someone like me? At this point all I have is me and my faith and the horse I have out back, Midnight. You might wonder why I'm telling you all this as I scroll through the stories I'm reading. I'm telling you this because you will need to know this all soon, very, very soon. Speaking of Midnight, I should go ride him. He is my one escape from life and the one being that actually cares. He is a beautiful black gelding with a coat as dark as night sky, hence where he got his name. I had to beg mom to move out here a bit more in the country so I could keep him. I normally had my dear friend Yumi (also my maid) take care of him when I couldn't so he should still be plenty healthy. I changed into a pair of old blue jeans and an old worn out tee shirt. I rushed downstairs as quietly as I could. It was; after all still 4:30 in the morning. I snuck out of the back door of our huge house and out to the stable. He was up. Probably waiting for me. I often took these extremely late night rides when I couldn't fall asleep or when I had a nightmare. I grabbed a couple apple treats from the shed along with his hackamore and my hat. I loved to run him bareback out in a nearby field this time of day. It feels like we can just disappear when it's still this dark out and I'm leaning close to him feeling almost connected to him. I snapped out of my thoughts and went to the three stall stable we had built. Midnight nickered when he saw me and came as close to me as the door would allow. I slipped through the door ad he nuzzled his head into my chest, sniffing or his apple treats.

Me: I wonder if you like me for me or all the apple treats I give you.

I chuckled and pulled one out of my pocket, laughing as I felt his hot muzzle brush against my hand when he received it. I put his hackamore on him and mounted at the mounting block before taking if into the night. Midnight chose his own path as he charged through the night down the familiar trails. We spent about an hour just riding like that before the sun started to rise over the horizon. I lead him over to a cliff and leaned back to watch the sun rise. At first it seemed to be teasing me saying: 'I know you don't want me to rise but I will anyways and I will take my own sweet time doing so.' Finally the sun was fully in the sky and Midnight and I rode back to the stables. I cooled him own and brushed out his coat before filling his feed and heading back inside. I saw Carrie (the cook) shake her head at my mussed up appearance and I faintly heard her click her tongue as I went back upstairs. I changed into a pair of black skinny jeans and a purple t-shirt with a black musical note on it. I grabbed my cell phone and went down to the music room. My Ipod was already plugged in and I played the requested songs while I searched for my music sheets for any other music they wanted. Finally I grabbed my simple acoustic guitar before heading to the dinning room, my guitar and folder with the music tucked under my arm. My mom was on the phone like normal and Carrie set a plate of pancakes in front of me. She makes the best pancakes so I wolfed mine down before standing and grabbing my stuff one more and heading out to where Thomas waited for me.

Thomas: Something special happening today?

Me: No I just made so new friends and they arranged something yesterday and I agreed to play guitar for them today.

Thomas: O.K. So you want me to pick you up a bit late?

Me: Hai, arigato. (yes, thanks)

Thomas: Ok just...be careful ok? I don't want you to get hurt like that again.

Me: Don't worry they don't know anything about me really, I never told them anything other than my classes and that I get lost easily. Besides these guys are nice. I just wish they would stop calling me princess….

Thomas: You should tell them why you don't want to be called princess then they might understand.

Me: I can't…I just can't yet

Thomas: Alright.

Neither of us said anything and when we got there I got out before he could open his door.

I found Tamaki and Kyouya where I had met them yesterday.

Me: Um, pardon me. Can I put my guitar in the music room so I don't have to carry it to my classes?

Kyouya: Sure. It's open. The janitor comes in every morning and unlocks all the doors but can you lock it again when you leave? Just keep the key until club time since you seem to get there first anyways.

He handed me a key on a small key ring and I hooked it onto my necklace (a beaded fun thing she had made) so that I couldn't loose it. He looked at me like I was crazy but I just shrugged it off and walked to my geometry class. Without help thank you very much. A few minutes later Mori and Hunny came ion as well. I turned around and Hunny noticed the key.

Hunny: That key looks familiar….where have I seen it before?

Mori: Kyouya has a key exactly like it to the music room.

Hunny: Ah-ha!

Me: I needed to put my guitar away so he gave the key to lock the door since I'm the first one there anyways.

Hunny gasped like I had told him the world couldn't make cake ever again and Mori's eyes widened a smidge.

Hunny: Kyo-kun gave that to you!?! He doesn't even let Tama-chan hold it!! Lilly-chan you're special!

Me: I don't think so I think he just knows I won't lose it and I won't sell it to some crazy fan girl. Besides he is in most of my classes and can make sure I have it anyways.

Hunny: But you are special Lilly-chan!!! You are special!

Me: How so?

Hunny: You don't care that some people here don't like you and you dress different and you like to be yourself! That's special! Ne Takashi?

Mori: Ah.

Me: Aw you guys are sweet. Last time I was called special it was by some mean people at my old school and I haven't liked the word since but that made it not so bad!

Right then the teacher walked in and I turned forward even though I could tell that at least one or maybe even both of them wanted to quiz me about these 'mean people'. I could feel their shocked stare on my back and I knew that if I was alone with them later they would ask me. I don't know if I can take telling them that story. You have to let someone in at some point darling. But does it have to be them? And does it have to be now? Maybe they can protect you from him. They really all do seem to care. True they do seem to care but I haven't let anyone in since…Dad's accident…

I felt a single tear roll down my cheek and I quickly wiped it away in hopes that they hadn't seen. I mean it's been one day. For all I know they could be exactly like Ronny. But they're so nice to you and they haven't put you down at all. True but you above all people should know that things aren't always what they seem.

My mental conversation stopped there as I noticed a worksheet on my desk. I flipped through it, Finding it fairly easy and solved most of the problems. I needed something to do in class on Monday since the worksheet wasn't do 'til Tuesday. Finally the weekend has come. The rest of my classes were uneventful as yesterday, all but Mori's powerful stare a throughout Nature sciences. He wanted to know, I could tell but I wouldn't say anything, at least not until he asked. I spent all of guitar practicing my music then ran to the Host Club room and unlocked the door. Amazingly enough now there was a (foldout)stage and lighting with microphones and speakers set up in her now. This must be their karaoke setup. I went up to the edge of the stage and warmed up. Suddenly the door burst open loudly and in the doorway stood three unfamiliar silhouettes…


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