I paced nervously in my room, rereading my transcript and application. It had been far too long since I had gotten any sort of reply and I was beyond nervous.

Over the course of the past week, I had managed to work out a deal with my school that would aide in me joining the exchange student program and I was pleased to hear of my acceptance due to my "marvelous grades". They really were my only redeeming qualities after all. But now I awaited to find out what school I would be attending in the Asian country: Japan.

It was nothing short of nerve racking. I had done a fair bit of research but, honestly, they could send me ANYWHERE.

I nearly tripped over my acoustic when the phone blared downstairs. I hurried down the steps, making sure to scream "I've got it!" as I snatched it up. I gave a deep breath before answering calmly. My councilor. She spoke fast as usual with that thick Boston accent no one can understand. At all. But I did catch one thing in her spiel.

A meeting would be held in the gym Saturday morning with all the exchange students and they would be able to meet with their new school's principles.

"ONE WEEK?!" I shouted in panic, not realizing the poor woman was still on the other line. I stuttered an apology, kinda, and hung up. I'd have one week to prepare my meeting with my new, foreign principal.

Do I know Japanese well enough?! Is my fluency acceptable?! What should I wear?! How strict are they?! Are they male or female?!

"GAHHHH!"

Calm I told myself. I took a deep breath, hand over my chest. It's irregular drone beat with persistence, but weakness. My pulse was still there nonetheless. And I needed to remain calm. There was only one thing I could really do and that was attempt to improve my social skills. Whatever that meant.

As mentioned before, the act of "friendship" was not my forte in any sense and that was now my Achilles heel! How could I be so ignorant as to think I wouldn't need any human contact til college or something?!

Calm

Making friends couldn't possibly be that hard you say? Well I had had ONE friend and I was approaching the tender age of 17! It WAS impossible! I didn't even know how I would introduce myself! Traditional Japanese way? Or American? Maybe I just spit on my hand and offer it? OH the humanity!

Calm you cretin!

I sat on my bed. This wasn't working. Maybe I could attempt that whole "be yourself" thing? Well, if push came to shove I could always curl up in a ball and weep. I heaved a sigh. At this rate, I'd pass as a mental patient easier than a normal highschool girl. But now was the time to change. I stood from my bed.

"I'm gonna become so socially acceptable, they'll LOVE me in Japan!"

… … … … … … … … … … … … … 1 Week Later… … … … … … … … … … … … …

I'm doomed.

For the entire week leading up to the exchange student fair I'd attempted to talk to people. But, shortly after, I realized I had no idea how to and simply resorted to talking to my mirror at home as a substitute.

I made sure to dress up in my best outfit, a simple, bright, burgundy dress that fit my hips but still looked very proper with a thick black belt hugging my waist. I wore a pair of black, pleather boots and dark tights. I couldn't have looked better if Martha Stewart dressed me! Well she does home stuff or whatever so maybe she wouldn't be too successful in THAT department. Clothing. I digress.

I listened keenly to the click of the wooden heels of my riding boots as I strode down the shallow halls of my high school. It was pretty noisy but I seemed to drown out everything, subconsciously. Maybe because I was freaking the hell out.

I heard the representative's voices echo in the gymnasium at the center of the building, but my heart beat was far louder as it seemed to be pumping forcefully right in my eardrums. This was true fear, or, utter nervousy. I had never felt so scared.

I peeked into the gym and caught the gaze of a few people. They looked foreign. Definitely in the right place. I took a step in and felt my eyes widen and my stress lift from my very being.

I've never felt so relaxed.

Everyone had smiles. Everyone was happy. Everyone was calm and, above all, they didn't ignore me. A new confidence had shot through me like adrenaline and I continued my elongated stride forward toward the tables, labeled with their schools and countries of origin respectively. There were dozens of students, from my school and from afar, at these tables and they talked like old friends in a sense.

But I knew I had never been so excited as when my eyes found what I had longed for weeks to see. A big banner adorned the table, a name written in beautiful katakana: Ouran Academy.

It was so wonderfully done it might as well have been done by paid artists. The characters seemed to replicate a calligraphy-like style that gave it a warm, familiar feel to those of western origin surrounding the table. The uniforms, male and female, were displayed on mannequins. The males blue blazer with black tie accented purple by a single stripe. The female dress of a golden yellow radiance like the sun, sporting a thin magenta bow around the neck. Both of them were stunning! The peak of high Japanese society in school uniforms.

The previous nervousness had completely faded from me and I found I could confidently approach the table without faltering. I caught the gaze of girl, fiery red hair cascading long down her back and over her shoulders, watching me. She leaned against the table with black, jean shorts and the male's jacket over a tight, printed shirt. She raised her thin eyebrows at me, lips pursed. Freckles covered the pale skin on her nose and cheeks. She didn't appear to be Japanese, maybe another exchange student then? But I didn't recognize her.

She also stood out, as she was the only one all alone at the seminar. Kinda like me all the time.

My opportunity had finally arrived! My shining moment! The thing I would be remembered for for decades- hell CENTURIES to come! Like the Fall Out Boy song. Sort of.

I puffed out my… rather… small chest- and approached her with my best smile. I was going to be her first friend. Savannah Dey was written on a sticker name tag over her- hahaaHAA. She's well endowed.

"B-b-b-b" I stuttered.

She gave me a strange look, which was perfectly acceptable given that I was staring straight at those watermelons. But when I was finally able to pry my eyes away from those, she looked like she was ready to ring my neck. There was definitely steam coming out of the ears- I don't care what anyone else believes! But she didn't say anything.

She just walked away. Hands dug away in her pocket, chewing on her bottom lip, she walked away.

She obviously had to be somewhat like me, well, grade wise. But she looked scary AF. Cute but intimidating ya know? But I didn't find I was scared of that harsh and quiet face. I knew immediately that I wanted nothing more than to speak with her, normally.

But now wasn't the time. As selfish as it was, I had to concentrate on my own future, academic or otherwise. I was going to Japan, with or without a new friend. THAT is what I had to focus on.

It was time to meet my new principal.

Ahhh I love how random yet serious she can be XD Theres gonna be more of her obviously and she's going to Japan! Im VERY excited to show you guys her life~ Anyways I hope you all enjoyed this chapter!

Stay creative my friends~