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YOU'RE ALWAYS THE ONE THAT'S WRONG

The class 2-A slowly began to fill up with nonsense chattering children. Some idled besides the doorway, others clustered around desks, and Aoi sat as silently as ever in her first row seat reading her book, A Brave New World by Aldous Huxley. The utopian society portrayed in the book appealed to the young heiress.

Everyone divided into distinct groups, fitted to the perfection expected of their social standing. Each person had a role in that perfect society, to be the best Alpha,Beta, Delta, Gamma or Epsilon, that they could be.

Aoi thought of herself as an Alpha, the elites of the current society. And was yet to be proven wrong, growing up you hear the words, "You can be whatever you believe." You then grow old with aspiring dreams of becoming an astronaut or an athlete. Your mind is forced to believe the words that it has heard so many times before.

This same concept applies to the young Aoi, however instead of hearing the words above she was trained to the words, "You are the embodiment of perfection." Aoi grew up believing every praise of perfection she received, she strived for the best and accepted nothing less than the best.

The classroom door opened with a rather loud slam. The once antsy children immediately rushed to the nearest desk and focused on the large man that entered the classroom. The man mumbled incoherent words as he fiddled with all the papers he was carrying,

He picked up a single piece of chalk and wrote on the worn blackboard. The chalk screeched with each syllable he wrote out. 'Mr. Sakurai' he wrote a sloppy, but legible, english.

Sakurai thus turned to the class and spoke quickly, "My name is Yamamoto Sakurai. You will all be addressing me as Mr. Sakurai seeing as this is English class. Now I'll begin by handing back the assessment test you all took at the end of the last school year."

The pile of papers loomed in the front of the room as Sakurai spoke, each minute that passed drew more anxiety from the awaiting students. Except for one, Aoi sat straight up, a neutral expression on her face.

She was confident that she would receive a perfect score, for she never received anything lower since her first few months at Ouran. She passed every class, every test, every assignment with flying colors. The teachers even offered her to skip a grade. Aoi refused saying, "I would have to decline your invitation, mother and father do not like that idea very much."

Sakurai lifted the stack of papers into his arms, "Now before I hand the first paper out I'd like to say, for being in the A class the majority of you are idiots. The overall class average was a 70, and only one person received a perfect score." Aoi smirked, once again she had beaten these useless pawns, or so she thought.

"Congradulations Ootori, you've made your father proud!" Sakurai said placing the paper before Kyoya Ootori and patting him on the back. "You all should learn to be like this man, Mr. Perfect!" Sakurai joked.

Aoi felt outrage, how could Ootori, the boy with imperfect eyesight, low social skills, and the fourth in line of the Ootori family receive a higher score than her. She was perfection and he was not. She was the heiress and he was not. She was everything he wasn't, she had everything he didn't, she knew everything he didn't.

A mistake. That phrase was completely foreign to Aoi, sure she's heard it when applied to the people around her, but never had she felt the impact of these two little words on her. She was wrong, she was imperfect.

No! That couldn't be for Aoi, it couldn't possibly be her fault. The paper was cheap, so her lead smudged. Her pencil was dull, so her words were blurred. A million and one scenarios ran through her mind, while she patiently waited to receive her paper.

She heard Sakurai slam his hand down on the desk behind her, "You've gotta be kidding me. Fusami here barely managed to get a 20 on this exam." He snickered. "How does that make you feel Fusami?"

The classroom was so silent you could hear the breathing of a mouse. Fusami fumbled through her words, trying to keep herself composed. Her lips quivered and her eyes began to tear. She held her breath, hoping to calm herself. But her efforts were in vain, not a minute late the first tears leaked out, and the waterworks began. She sobbed and ran out of the classroom, leaving her exam behind.

One of the foreign students, Tamaki Suoh, stood up from his seat and was about to speak. But Kyoya pulled him back down by his sleeve, not wanting to cause a commotion.

Sakurai stood in front of Aoi's desk. "You're a special one I hear. The talk of the chair board, none of the teachers can shut up about you." He slid the paper onto the desk, a sly grin on his face. Aoi looked at the '98' on the paper as a disgrace.

"Congratulations on second best." He said taunting the carmel eyed girl. "What did I get wrong?" Aoi's voice was strong and smooth, not hesitating in the slightest to question the conspiracy.

Sakurai pointed at the paper "The second to last question. You spelt grey as G-R-A-Y and not G-R-E-Y.* I've given you partial credit for it."

"We're learning American English and in America they spell it with an 'a' not an 'e'." Aoi rebutted at the obnoxious teacher.

"Oh so you want to argue with me. We can talk more about this when you're in detention tomorrow." Sakurai said with a sickening sweet smile.

The class gasped rarely had any Ouran student been sent to detention, and having it be a Kato thats going nonetheless was big news.

"You don't have to worry about that Yamamoto, when tomorrow comes I'll make sure you're off on the streets. Remember today is the day you lost everything."

Sakurai ignored Aoi's statement waving it off as a bluff. A way of intimidating him to change her test grade.

The other teachers came and went all praising Aoi on how well she has scored on the test in all of their classes. They raved about the raven haired girl. During lunch she sat with Mia and Ayanokoji, keeping up her friendly act.

Aoi's day continued it's normal routine, that was until the school day was over.

"Excuse me Aoi, I would like to have a word with you." Kyoya Ootori said looming around Aoi's desk.

"Of course Kyoya, let me just pack up my things." Aoi gathered the last of her materials and retreated into one of the corners of the classrooms, Kyoya at her tail.

"What is it you would like of me Ootori?"

"I'm pretty sure you've already heard, but Tamaki has the outrageous idea of starting a host club. I would like you too help us out, financially. You will handle the budget, and in return you receive free experience for your father's company.

"I agree to your terms." Aoi said walking to the exit, "And Kyoya don't be afraid to mention this with your father, I would love doing business with the Ootori Medical Company."

xD Sorry if this chapter's bad, I'm writing at 2 in the morning, AND I'M STARVING!

So tell me on a scale of 1-10 the character relations with Aoi. (10 being the best and 1 being the lowest)

P.s. I stole all my character names

- Aoi Kato: The GazettE, they have a guitarist who's stage name is Aoi.

-Mia Sunohara: Clannad, the goofy friend's surname is Sunohara.

-Yamamoto Sakurai: (Yamamoto) Katekyo Hitman Reborn, the baseball freak's name is Yamamoto Takeshi

(Sakurai) BuckTick, the ex-singer's name is Atsushi Sakurai.

All my names will come from things like this since I have no naming creativity.