Oh-So American
Drabble Series
Summary: Hey, you. Yeah, you. The one that can apparently understand me. Can you help me here? ....Isn't this supposed to be an Elite School? Yeah? Then why can't you people understand ENGLISH? Aren't supposed to know it for business and whatnot? ...WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?
English
Kiyo Miyashi was glaring at the new girl. How dare that new girl take way what was hers! The stupid bitch didn't even understand Japanese! What was she taught when she was growing up? How to rake rocks?
Her glares could only get colder, she did everything possible for the girl to move back to where ever she came from. Mixing up her homework, tripping her, making her lose her bag, tacks on her seats. Glue in her shampoo that she had for … gym classes! Had her bathing suit cut up for swim days.
Of course she paid someone else to do it all for her. She didn't want to dirty her hands!
But that new girl still had the audacity to come by the Host Club, and hang around her Kyoya-kun!
The pencil broke that she was writing with.
She was going to pay!