PROLOGUE
Calming. Every morning my walk to school calms me down. The cool breeze from the trees this time of season always makes me happy. Today is also the day I graduate from Ouran Middle School.
My brown uniform garners a lot of attention most of the time. I keep calm under the gazes and whispers whenever I take a trip down the mall or by the street vending machines. I know it's unconventional to have a student from Ouran walking without a care in the world. After all, most of my classmates are children of wealthy tycoons, politicians, and such.
But not me.
My name is Masami Aya. My uncle-who has no children-enrolled me in Ouran with the promise of giving me his corporation: Masami International Group. His business is making earthquake-proof buildings, school of architecture, and basically anything to do with interiors and exteriors of buildings.
I live with my parents though. My mother is a professor at Tokyo University while my father commits himself to his name as a doctor in Ootori Medical Hospital. I rarely get to see the two, so I'm most often alone.
Regardless of my average family background my social status in Ouran is a lot more less average.
"So I heard that we have a commoner joining us in school!" one of my classmates spoke loudly behind me, causing me to flinch in annoyance. "Yeah, we should totally befriend that person!"
"TooOOOotally!"
I sigh internally and close my book. Yes, through my entire monologue I managed to sit down in class without realizing it. That's how much interaction I get in school.
If you still don't get it, I mean I don't have friends.
You could count Kyoya but…
No. You'd never count Kyoya.
Simply because he doesn't count ME.
At least my existence is noticed by one person at school. Unfortunately he doesn't think much of me. I'm pretty sure he's using me to get a name in from Uncle Mashiro.
Sigh…
I really suck.