Ms. Styles, Ms. Fox, Ms. Star, & Ms. Taylor.
Stayed up all night, or at least until midnight. We noticed the uniforms the boys had given us were girls', so we breathed a sigh of relief. In one of the pockets was a check for some amount of yen, since I have no clue how much yen is in a dollar I couldn't tell how much Kyoya had given us. I took a better look at the uniforms. They were light yellow, long sleeved, at ruffles at the collar and at the sleeves' end, and each had a white under-shirt that went with it.
"Ugh, so unstylish," said Whitney.
"I know, right? Look at how long it is! Angle length!" said Sarah.
"Hmmmm," thought Megan.
"What is it?" I asked.
"I think I have an idea..."
We went shopping at, of all places, a group of vending machines. They had all kinds of weird stuff... but we just bought what we needed. A few plain binders for all of us, some notebook paper, some pencils, some snack, and a sewing kit. We went back to the apartment with school supplies in hand and sewing supplies at the ready (The snack supplies were being saved for later) . It was time to get to work! There was a clock above the fridge, I noticed. When we started it read 8:03, when we had finished it said 10:45.
"All right! Needles up! Let's see what we all've got!" I said mockingly in a sergeant-like voice. We all held up our dresses.
Mine had spaghetti straps, was knee length, and I had kept the white undershirt, but made it so it had short sleeves.
"Ooooooh! Sexy dress Sarah!" Whitney teased.
Sarah's was above the knee length, loose & airy like mine, it was strapless, and she used the undershirt to make a white vest to go on top.
"Says the girl with THAT dress!" replied Sarah, teasing Whitney.
Whitney's was tight, just as short as Sarah's, the front was low-cut, and she had made short sleeves that when you put them on would go straight across following the material line from the chest.
"Ha! way till you see this!" said Megan, holding her up higher.
Megan's was the same length as mine, it had a bow made from the undershirt tied to the back and it was strapless like Sarah's.
We all giggled and laughed at what might happen the next day for a while after that. We all had some cheap snacks we got from the vending machines, then Sarah and Whitney shared the one bed in the other room while me and Megan stayed up.
"What about attendance? Surely they check that right?" She asked me, the room quiet and dark. The only light coming from the window.
"I don't know... I'm sure we'll figure something out..." I said.
I was torn. Between being excited, and really worried we were going to get deported.
We woke up at 6:00, me and Megan made sure of that. We had a plan. We all got dressed in our new school "uniforms", took showers, and used the one hairbrush that Megan had in her "magic" bag. Sarah and Whitney had been asleep last night, so me and Meg needed to explain the plan.
"ALRIGHT TROOPS!" I said in my sergeant voice once again.
"YES MAM. SIR!" they all said, playing along.
"IT"S TIME FOR OPERATION, "Hacking the system,". ALL PLANS ARE READY TO GO!" I continued.
"Uhh, excuse me?" interrupted Whitney, "But what's the plan?"
"THE PLAN IS-," I coughed, and talked in my regular voice, "The plan is to try to hack into the school system to put our names on the roster. We'll be using fake last names, but we can keep our first ones." I explained.
"I'm Sarah Styles," said Sarah, smiling and raising a hand.
"I guess I could be Megan Star," said Megan, shrugging.
"I don't know..." said Whitney, thinking.
"Maybe Taylor?" suggested Sarah.
"Yeah, that sounds good." agreed Whitney.
"I'm Ms. Fox!" I said cheerfully, I had thought of mine a while ago.
"Okay!" said Megan. "Let's go!"
We all left to go to Ouran. This was going to be fun...
We passed through the big gates and avoided the limos. I located the big, pink, main building. We walked past girls that whispered and guys who stared (half of which were nursing nosebleeds).
"We didn't do that, did we?" I leaned over and asked Sarah.
"Ha! I hope we did!" she said, laughing. I smiled too as we walked. I've never been noticed like this before. We walked into the main building and searched for the offices.
"Aha!" Megan had found a map and pointed towards the Secretaries' office. I nodded and we set off to the room. When we found it, it was occupied. The secretary happened to be sitting at the computer we needed.
"We need a distraction..." noticed Whitney. We all looked to her.
"Fine!" she threw her hands up and came up with a idea with Sarah.
TWO MINUTES LATER...
"Miss! Miss!" screamed Sarah as she ran into the office, me and Megan were snickering behind a potted plant a few feet from the door. Sarah grabbed the woman's hand and dragged her to the door.
"My friend, she collapsed! You must help her..." Sarah dragged the woman to a collapsed Whitney on the floor, away from the door and us. Me and Megan ran into the office and quickly went to the computer.
"Can you do it?" I asked.
"I think I can try," Megan said as she sat on the chair and looked at the window on the screen. She pulled up folders and windows, searching for the registry. Finally she found it, I looked at the door in case that lady came back in again.
"There, I added our names, fake last ones included. But what do I do for this other stuff?" I looked over her shoulder. God, we're screwed. It asked for things like who our parents were and stuff like that. Rich people stuff.
"Um, put us down as exchange students that got in on a scholarship." That seemed to work.
"I'll put that our paperwork was accidently destroyed in case someone asks." added Megan.
"Good idea," I complimented. After that, Megan put us all in same class, also the same class as the twins I might add. After that we adjusted everything so it looked back to the way it was when we got there. Then we high-tailed it outta there, escaping behind the plant and motioning to Sarah and Whitney, who was now "awake" and describing what her head felt like. They saw us, immediately said that they had to go, thanks for the help, yada yada, then we all ran for it. When we though we were a safe distance away we high-fived and patted our selves on the back. For our first espionage mission, that went pretty well. We all joked while we explored our new alma-mater. When we found our new class room we discovered that it was already filling up, so we told the teacher how we were the "exchange students on scholarships" and he seemed quite baffled. Of course he then checked his email and saw we weren't lying (so it seemed...) and told us to take our seats. All the seemingly empty seats were kind of spread out, so we had to split up. Whitney sat in an empty desk up front, Sarah and Megan sat in the back relatively close to each other, and the twins...(Who seemed to be watching our every move, I couldn't what expression they had on their face, so I left them alone) I walked to a desk by the large windows on the left of the classroom, sat my binder down and myself, and looked at the beautiful sky. Class started and, to my utter excitement, it was just as interesting as our classes at our old high school. We started with math, then science, the English, etc.. I didn't really pay attention. Apparently we were learning about stuff I learned LAST YEAR. I bet the others were happy. This would make things a lot easier considering that since we got in on a scholarship and get free tuition and etc. we needed to stay at the head of the class.
I listened to the whispered conversations girls (and guys) were having about the "four Texan girls" across the room. As I did, I felt really offended. Did I really have an accent? No, those girl's were jealous that the twins were totally laughing and chatting it up with Megan and Sarah. The guys in the room however, they had nothing BUT good things to say about us. It almost made me laugh how normal rich kids could act when they weren't trying. After about six hours the teacher released us for lunch, then classes only picked up again after that if you were in orchestra or in a club of some kind... guilty as charged. We all decided there was no chance we could afford the stuff in the cafeteria, so we just wandered and explored. We finally came to music room 3... and opened the doors.
"There you are!" Honey said as soon as I walked in.
"We didn't see you this morning!" he continued, grabbing my hand and dragging me (with the others following) to the rest of the Host Club, who were relaxing on couches and chairs. Apparently no girls had come yet.
"Well we had to put our names into the school system," I explained.
"Oh, well that was rather un-necessary. If you had only asked I would have done it for you, I have connections you know..." said Kyoya, who was sitting next to Tamaki (Who was splayed out and looking rather relaxed... and stupid), and he didn't even look up from his laptop as he said it.
We didn't need to do that? All that planning for NOTHING!? I stood with my mouth agape in shock, the others too.
"Well, now that your all here, you can start your new job." Kyoya started, closing his laptop, standing, and pointing toward the corner where there were cleaning supplies.
"You'll officially be the "go-to" girls of the host club," he finished, looking up with a smile.
"Our servants!" said Tamaki, standing on the couch, pointing up.
"You'll start today, cleaning, running errands, serving snacks, refilling drinks..." Kyoya went on and on about our duties. The only thing in my mind? So now we're maids... apparently not good enough to be hosts.
And I was surprisingly okay with that.
