Garden of Roses
She realizes now, years later, that for the majority of her high school career she had been dancing, dancing in a garden with only six roses. Six perfect, unwilting roses that were arranged in very specific positions for aesthetic pleasure. Without even knowing she had danced so beautifully that the roses grew toward her like beans sprouts shifting to be in the sunlight.
Entering the garden again for the first time in years was like finally breathing when she'd been unknowingly drowning the entire time she had been away. The roses where glorious, they had flourished and opened their petals further. All the girls stood just outside the gardens walls, peeking over and seeing but a hint of the brilliance below, just as it had been before. For a single moment everything was as it had been, she was yet again dancing in a garden of roses, then she realized that this was nothing like the Garden from when she was in high school. The roses are infinitely more beautiful than their seemingly shallow beauty before, valued only for their pretty appearance in previous years versus their current depth, and though she doesn't realize it quite yet (and perhaps, knowing her, she never will), so is she.
While she danced the roses bent their own will and natures to grow near to her and hold her close, mindful of their thorns(though she had on occasion, been pricked) and as she basked in their beauty she too changed and grew.
So maybe the (former, though their ex-king often forgets this) hosts aren't exactly as they were in high school, but maybe they're also exactly the same in the way that they all seem to grow together as they continue forcing themselves and each other to bloom in unexpected ways. They can't stay in their little garden forever, adult life prohibits them from doing so, but there was always next Ouran High School Class Reunion. Tamaki would probably even let them play host again.
So this is my first (published) fan fiction and I may or may not have died deciding whether or not to post it. I figured to start with something short and light I won't have to commit to first. I kind of love and hate it all at once... Something I DEFINITELY hate though is the formatting for writing on this website, does anyone know how to indent? My sixth grade ELA teacher would've had a heart attack if he'd seen the lack of indentation his (probably) favorite student had stooped to. Poor Mr. Collins. Anyway, if you do please say something in the comments, I should stop before I chicken out on publishing.
PS 11:11 make a wish
-Lucas_Gilbert