Hey everyone! I'm a little tired right now, I was out in the city till one watching the new Narnia movie, so please ignore any mistakes in the editing and such.

On a note of awesome, I got a Chuck Norris poster. I have never once seen anything with Chuck Norris besides Dodge-ball, but apparently he is important to some of my family members, so I bought it to taunt them that I have one and they don't.

So, other than that i think I'm catching a cold, that's the only explanation to my random sneezing fit. It's that or I'm allergic to books...crappers and milk, what if I am?

I digress, read on and enjoy

-Cheez

I woke up with a loud groan.

Why was my back so sore?

Why was I standing?

And, most importantly, why in the name of all that is tasty was I sleeping on the kitchen counter.

It took me a few moments but then it dawned upon me that I must've dosed off. I checked the clock. It was seven in the evening.

I dosed off longer than normal, most of the time I was asleep from four till around six, but apparently not today.

I walked out of the kitchen, clutching my back like an old man. Kimber wasn't in the living room, which was weird, I had thought she would be playing her Final Fantasy game.

I heard faint music ringing throughout the room. I though I was hearing things, but then I realized I wasn't, and Kimber was blaring music from the reading room, which seemed soundproof. I grinned and walked into my room. I had Guitar Hero III hidden under my bed, along with two guitars. I had saved up a fair bit of my own money.

I played three songs before I heard the music coming from the reading room stop. I quickly shut off the game, swearing under my breath.

I moved quickly, which was weird. Normally the only reason I would go fast was when I was typing on my laptop and the battery died. It took me ten seconds to get from the living room couch to the charger in my room. By the time Kimber exited the room, my Guitar Hero III was hidden safely back with the guitars. I was thankful they were wireless, otherwise it would've taken me longer.

Leaving my room I came face to face with Kimber.

"Oh, you're awake." Kimber's disappointment was poorly hidden. Oh well, she's always been a meanie.

"Well, I'm bored" I commented, feeling the tense silence.

"Me too" Kimber agreed.

"Wanna watch TV?" I asked. She nodded.

We watched things like CSI and Criminal Minds for three or four hours, until we both decided to go to bed.

The next morning I was awakened to something that I suppose I should consider moment happened.

"Oh, Sabrina dearest" A rather shrill voice cried. Of course, said shrill voice could only belong to Kimber.

"Mpfh" I groaned. The door to my room was flung open.

"It's time to.." Kimber paused, inhaling.

I had a sinking feeling she would start singing soon.

"Wake up, wa-ke up! It's a brand new beautiful day" She sang.

I smiled slightly before groaning. Lazy Town was a great show, but then again this was the morning, the one time of a day I could stand a chance against a bear.

I extended my arm, feeling my nightstand blindly, looking for certain object that I'd been wanting to throw for a while.

I smirked as my hands fell upon it.

My alarm clock. The beast of a clock that made the most annoying ringing noises when the alarm went off.

I threw it at my singing friend, praying it would make her shut up.

To my immense joy, it did.

"You missed!" She taunted, skipping out of the room.

Sure, I had missed, but she had shut up.

I changed into my uniform and went to eat. I had a quick bowl of ramen because I liked to eat non-breakfast foods at breakfast.

Kimber had cereal, what a loser.

I left without brushing my hair. It wasn't as messy as normal, and besides, as much as I wanted to make some new friends that weren't the host club, I couldn't quite see it happening. If I looked bad, I could care less.

Leave it to the twins to notice.

I had just gotten all my math books out when the twins made themselves noticed.

"You look like a mess" A voice commented.

I assumed it was Hikaru, but, well, you know what they say about assuming.

"Is this some commoner trend?" The other twin sneered.

I rolled my eyes. I walked to the classroom and dropped the books on my desk before replying.

"No, it is not a commoner trend, it is merely the result of me being a lazy ass" I informed them dryly.

Then I slumped down into my desk and closed my eyes.

Of course, because I'm me, I was half-asleep by the time math rolled around.

I felt something jab the back of my neck. I slapped limply at whatever was poking me.

"Go away, I'm pretending to pay attention" I muttered.

"Maybe you should actually pay attention," A calm voice said from behind me.

I blinked, sitting up and rubbing my neck.

"Why?" I asked, turning round to face Kaoru.

"Because the teacher wants to talk to you" He explained.

I blushed slightly. Crap.

"Yes?" I trilled to the teacher, my voice going an octave higher.

"What's the value of pi?" He repeated, apparently unaware that I had slept through most of the lesson.

"Three point fourteen" I said instantly. That's the one thing I remember from math every year, you know, besides one plus one equals two…I think….yeah, yeah it is.

"Good" the teacher said, looking back to the rest of the class before resuming his notes on the board.

I cradled my head in my arms and went back to my half-asleep state. Kaoru poked me again.

"Go away" I hissed.

I heard Kaoru sigh. "Fine."

I slept through math, but I stayed awake in chemistry.

Turns out my partner was the student-council president. So I just called him President because I could never actually remember his name. I could pretty much feel the girls glares on the back of my neck.

"Do they normally get this angry about stuff like this?" I asked.

"They really like the host club" President said.

I shrugged. I'd let them be weird.

"Alright, so, seriously, what the hell is this?" I asked, pointing at the sheet we had.

We were supposed to make some random liquid look all red-ish.

President pronounced it easily, making me groan.

"Sure, you can pronounce it, but what is it?!" I threw my hands up in exasperation. I couldn't handle this much more. It was mentally straining!

"Can't I just bleed in it?" I inquired.

"No, no we couldn't" he said, as though the thought repulsed him.

"Does someone not like blood?" I cooed.

He shook his.

"No, not really" He replied bluntly.

"Wuss" I taunted, writing down some random stuff to make it look like I was smart before resuming inquiring about what certain random chemicals were.

Next up on the list of classes; English.

We were told to write a story about something of our choice.

"I love doing this!" I exclaimed, clapping my hands.

Kimber wiped some spit off of her face, flicked her hand dramatically. "I know" She replied blandly, pulling out a notebook.

I followed suite and we began writing stories.

I wrote a story about a two-headed dragon, and really, that's all I need to explain to you.

We spent our lunch hour in hiding on the account of a code black. As in, I was almost tackled by 'Porky Piggington' or whatever Kimber dubbed her.

Damn fan girls and their Kaoru and Hikaru obsession.

Non-gym was actually quite fun because some of the kids decided to talk.

Sure, they gossiped about some random crap that wasn't important in my book, but fun all the same.

I doodled and wrote more of my story.

Kimber was more concerned about how exactly the phrase 'plump as a purple parrot' could be fit into a story without it sounding crazy. I don't believe it's possible.

Physics was seriously boring, but art was rather awesome.

I sat beside Kaoru like I always did, and I promptly looked around for the teacher.

You see, I had only spotted him once, after that there was always an assignment on the board, but no teacher.

Kaoru had once claimed that he was actually theew, but just invisible. I smacked him on the arm for that one.

Today's class was a little different.

"So" I began, "Why exactly are there separate classes?"

Kaoru looked me in the eye. "Well, there's the special class, and then our class" He explained.

"Wait, special as in talented"

I paused, waiting for a nod, none came, "or special as in 'special'."

Kaoru nodded. I burst out laughing.

That was too rich. I still drew stick people, and yet here I was in the normal art class.

"What are you drawing?" Kaoru inquired, peering at my paper.

After he saw what I was drawing he asked, "A guitar, do you play?"

I shrugged. "Only and little, and I still haven't learnt to play electric" I admitted.

"Really, what songs can you play?" He asked, looking mildly interested. This was a conversation topic I was okay with having.

Which was weird, normally I was arguing with he and Hikaru, not talking about something that I liked to do in my spare time.

"Well, I can play a little bit of Old Time Rock & Roll, and some random country music" I informed him.

"You like country?" Kaoru asked, a mixture of surprise and disgust on his face.

"Yeah, what's it to ya?" I asked, sounding rather gruff. I like country music; I don't see a problem with it.

Kaoru shrugged.

"You know, you're more sane when Hikaru's not around" I told him.

"I've been told that" He replied.

I smirked and grabbed my marker.

"You see, I'm just as evil without Kimber" I informed him, drawing a French, curly mustache on his face.

Kaoru scowled at me before grabbing a marker of his own and drawing something on my face.

I couldn't tell what he drew, but that was what started the war.

I drew a chibi cow on one cheek. He drew something out, then I drew a rainbow on another cheek.

So, half an hour later this was the result:

Me: Covered in blue maker, like a giant L on my forehead, a goatee, fangs, and a 'I love Kaoru' drawn on my face.

Kaoru: French mustache, a cow and a rainbow on both cheeks, a giant 'I hate fan girls' scribbled on his forehead.

I take great pride in that last little bit. Kimber took one look at us in Modern Japanese before shaking her head and having a huge laughing fit.

Kaoru and I watched her with slightly scowling expressions.

Hikaru was laughing at us too.

Sadly, I had to consider making an escape because of the glares I was getting from his fan girls.

They only morphed into 'you are going to die' glares about halfway through class.

"Kimber" I hissed.

She looked at me and clasped her hand over her mouth to stifle the laughter.

"Look, I gotta get out of here, I'll see you at the home, tell the club to come at like 6-7-ish" I explained, grabbing my books and leaping out the window.

Thank God I was on the first story.

I rushed home and dove under the bed covers.

Then I frowned. Crap, the fan girls!

I ran out and locked the doors and windows.

I'd like to see them get through that!

Eventually I decided to fix the rice paper door. Which didn't work too well, because I had no rice paper to fix it with.

I instead made myself some food. Yum, Zoodles.

There was a loud knock at the door, followed by a rather violent "Sabrina you little bastard open the door!"

I chuckled. Right, Kimber didn't have a spare key.

I ran to the door and opened it.

"What story did you tell the host club?" I inquired politely.

"One about someone getting locked out of their own house and then killing whoever locked them out" She grumbled walking in.

"Charming" I quipped, plopping down on the couch next to Kimber.

"The host club is coming at 6 o'clock" Kimber told me.

I checked the clock. It was four. That gave me some time to be lazy.

"So, really, what story did you tell them" I asked again. I doubted she actually told them that story.

"I told them about" she paused to think, "About how Sean was the earth."(1)

I nodded, I like that story.

Now, I suppose I should inform the public about the theory.

You see, Sean is my older cousin by three years, and it's not like he's fat, we just make fat jokes about him.

Okay, anyway, we were making some random fat jokes about other people, when Kimber brought up the valid point, "Have you ever wondered if Sean is the earth and the grass is his chest hair?"

Of course, we all agreed.

The sad thing is I'm picking up a lot of Sean's habits, as in eating a lot, and watching late night talk shows such as Colbert Report.

"How did they take it?" I inquired.

"Well, Tamaki thought it was some odd part of Canadian religion, Mori and Kyouya said nothing, Hunny agreed with Tamaki, Haruhi told us otherwise, and the twins thought we were crazy" Kimber explained.

"Well, I did write on his face" I said nervously.

"Yeah, why'd you do that exactly?" Kimber asked.

"I have no bloody idea," I said with a shrug. It was a spur of the moment thing, as most things in my life were.

"Ah" Kimber said like that explained everything.

"Ah indeed" I agreed.

That spawned a silence that would last until there was an hour and a half left, and the only thing we said to each other was "I'll go make two things of popcorn." I stood up to go make the popcorn.

"Make it four" Kimber told me.

"Four it is" I said as I walked into the kitchen.

The Host Club was coming, and I honestly was seriously nervous. I swear to God if they make one poor commoner comment… Well, we'll just have to wait and see.

(1) Believe it or not, it is actually a legend we made up, only a certain few know of it here, and any readers should feel lucky to know one of the many thing's Picklez and I have made up.


Hey! Emmm...ummmmmm... Oh the good ole' hockey game! -no, just no. Ermmmmm...yeah...so...what's up?

-Picklez

Note from Cheez: Picklez is gone camping for the weekend, but I guarantee you that when she gets back she will work on it as soon as she has time. Or else -smacks fist into open palm- well, you get the idea.

Review please, there will be cookies!

R&R