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


"I'm going to die. When I die, I'm taking you all to hell with me." I glared at the fellow Host Club, who dyed my hair a totally radical shade of white, and gave me a white dress, that came down to my knees in a fluffy ballerina way, with black and white pompoms all over it. A birthday cone hat with black and white pompoms.

But then fireworks came on, then trumpets and violins went on.

That's the signal.

Damn Kyouya.

"I hope you know, I'm gonna video tape this, and keep it forever and ever." I whispered to Kyouya who was dressed up in a dress similar to mine, but more of a 1890s horse jockey ballerina dress, but he got a cool jockey hat, his hair was all curled up and had on a nice mask.

"You better not." He whispered back.

"Oh I am darling." I said, smirking, before going out to do my part.