[ NOTE: Sorry for the long wait guys, things went wrong with my computer. So, to make up for it, I wrote an extra long one :) ]
As the class ended, people soon began to flock out, heading towards their respective clubs, or to the cafeteria or the library. Everywhere knew where they were headed, and everyone had somewhere they had to be. Those that remained only did so to discuss their plans for their break, and they soon followed suit, leaving the classroom behind. Beni however, remained in her seat. Though she had already toured the school and knew where everything was, she felt lost. She was new here, a foreigner, she wasn't lucky enough to have a destination, not yet anyway. She did hope that in time, she herself would be like other students here, and would be able to easily find a place here at Ouran. For now though, she just had to wait and be patient. She wasn't sure if she was going to join any clubs, she didn't really know what was on offer, and for now, had decided it would be best to concentrate on catching up on this year's work before joining any clubs for her to enjoy herself. It seemed rather foolish and anti-social, but even though Beni had joined Ouran in a new semester, she had missed the remainder of the year's lessons, and if she had any hope of getting good grades, she had to make sure she was at the same level as everyone else.
Picking up her things, Beni placed her belongings and books back into her bag and quickly left the classroom. Smiling at her professor, she quickly thanked him before leaving. Though she hadn't liked being called out to answer the sum, she was still grateful to him. He had been rather pleasant, and had welcomed her so warmly into the classroom; she couldn't let a little bit of embarrassment make her ignore such a kind gesture. Her parents had brought her up to be respectful and polite, and she wouldn't abandon such principles. If she were honest, she would consider that her mother was who truly brought her up, after all, her father had mostly lived in Japan, and had occasionally visited and stayed with them for a while, most of the time it was through the fact that he had business in England. But Beni had learned not to complain, there was nothing she could do about it, her and her father didn't see eye to eye, and no amount of protesting would change that.
Walking down the corridors, Beni felt rather conscious of how she looked. The school uniform at Ouran did not suit her. The yellow of the dress clashed with the blondeness of her hair, it just didn't look right. She absolutely hated the dress she was made to wear; it was beyond hideous. Even if it were a different colour, she knew she would still dislike the dress. The shoulder of the dress rose out, as if it had air in it, and the 'skirt' of the dress was no different. It made her look like a large shouldered princess. She couldn't believe that such an elite school as this, with apparently good fashion sense, would give its students such hideous uniform. But Beni soon reminded herself that no matter where it was, a school was a school. People were here to learn, not to go on a runway, she just had to remember that.
As her stomach cried out for food, she decided to head toward the cafeteria to get herself a decent lunch. Although she had had a large breakfast, it hadn't kept her going for very long, and although it wasn't lunchtime yet, she hoped the cafeteria would serve some snacks. After all, they had done that at her school in England, why wouldn't they do it here? Just because it was an elite school, and it was in Japan, didn't mean that they wouldn't serve snacks. She was certain she was right. If she was wrong, then so be it, she could always hold out till lunch, or find another alternative. If she needed to, she could easily call up one of her staff members and ask them to get her something, but it seemed a little too extreme for her. She was still getting used to having staff members, although her family had always been rich, she had lived in a rather simple house in England. Her mother had done most of the housework, with her and her brother helping. Her mother hadn't wanted to use their money to buy a big house or hire people to do something she could easily do, she had much rather wanted to use the money they had for better things. So when Beni had moved here, suddenly having staff members to wait on her every need had been quite a shock, and if she were honest, she rather enjoyed it.
Reaching the cafeteria, she saw it bustling with various students of all ages, clearly a sign that she had been correct. Grabbing herself a tray, she went up to the staff and ordered herself a few healthy snacks, the price hadn't been too bad and she soon found herself wishing that she hadn't brought in her own food for lunch. Especially when she had heard what was being served. Sighing, Beni found herself a seat and began munching away at her snacks. Although her father had informed her that bringing food in wasn't necessary, she had ignored him. It was a common theme between the two; she rarely listened to him, just like he didn't really listen to her. They both ignored each other, and that was good enough for her. She had rarely seen her father as a child, and so there had always been a bit of a gap. Most of her friends had assumed that her father and mother were no longer married, but that wasn't the case. Her father had often asked for Beni's mother to live with him in Japan, but her mother didn't speak Japanese well, and she wanted to stay to look after her father, Beni's grandfather, as he was ill. Now things had changed, and now there was nothing holding her mother back, so they had all moved to live with her father, causing Beni to leave everything she held dear to her behind.
However, she couldn't really complain, after all, she would get a far better education out here, and had so much more opportunities open for her. Not to mention the fact that she had always secretly wanted to live in Japan. She had loved the lifestyle, and had often practiced it at home, by request of her father. It was probably the one thing she would say she liked about her father, the fact that he had encouraged her to embrace her Japanese side. Of course, it had annoyed some people at her previous school, but she didn't care. She was who she was, and if they had a problem with that, then so be it.
Throwing her rubbish away, Beni looked at the time, she still had roughly half an hour until her next lesson, and she had no idea what to do. Pulling out the map she had of Ouran, she looked to see what rooms were nearby. There was the Library, an obvious choice for someone who needed to study, there was the Photography room and an English room, and a Music room, or as it stated on the map, the 3rd Music room. Looking around the map, she soon spotted the other two, but they were located in the Middle School and Elementary section of Ouran, and she doubted that she would be allowed to use them. There was another room listed as a music room, but upon further inspection, she realised that this was the clubroom of the Classical Music Club; a club, which she was, rather tempted to join. Putting her map away, she decided to head toward the 3rd Music room. She wanted to play some Piano or whatever other instrument the room had to offer, although she had practiced the previous night, she felt the need to satisfy her musical needs. Playing music always made her feel peaceful and calm, and although she wasn't feeling stressed, she did think it was the perfect way to pass the time. After all, she was the daughter of Nanyoshi Akira, her family business; or one of them was music, and naturally, she had to embrace that.
With the map already memorised, she made her way toward the 3rd Music room. Already she had a tune in her head that she wished to play, and maybe she would work more on her own composition that she had started a few days ago, it wouldn't complete itself, and she knew that for the next few days, she would be too busy to complete it at home, so what better opportunity was there? She could use this break time to work on her compositions; leaving lunchtime and her time at home for study, it seemed almost perfect. Once she had finished, she would be able to prove to her father that she could take over the company. Her father was a rather old fashioned man, he didn't believe that a woman could run a business, but she was determined to prove him wrong. She could at least handle the music side, the film and gaming side she'd have to work on, but the insurance company would be easy. She had a few years to work on her weaker areas, but her father would soon see he was wrong about her.
Finally reaching a set of two big doors, she looked at the sign and bit her lip as she tried to read it. Although she had studied Kanji, Katakana and Hiragana since she was around five or six years old, she still struggled at times and often got words mixed up. It was far easier to speak it then it was to read it, but she hoped that now that she lived in Japan, this flaw would soon go away. Quickly checking the map, she worked out that she was in the place she needed to be, and another closer look at the sign confirmed it. She had reached the 3rd Music room. Putting the map away again, she smiled and opened the doors.
