Heyyy. Sorry I haven't finished this YET. But I WILL finish this, I promise! - Ninja pengin

"Yeah, Mom said I was allowed to move to Japan because I got my scholarship." I giggled into the purple cell phone while smiling.

"No! Don't leave me again!" My best friend Aurora, complained while I explained that I was moving to Japan for the rest of high school.

"I have to. It's the only place I have a scholarship other than Russia. And I really don't wanna go to Russia, again." I countered.

"Damn! I hate you so much right now!" Aurora joked.

"I love you too, Rora." I smiled to myself and shut the phone.

"If only she knew how true that was." I said sadly took a bite of my cookie and continued to finish packing away my Laptop.

*Magical Time Skip*

"DAUGHTER!" My father yelled as he hugged me. 'Urg. Dramatic, as always.' I thought cringing.

"Hi. Get off. No. I can carry my own bags. No I will not wear dresses. Ever. " I stated before he could even mention any of it.

"But..." He started.

"No. " I finished. I've always been in-dependant, I always cooked supper, washed the dishes, cleaned the house, took care of myself , ever since I could walk, talk, and was tall enough to hold a vacuum. Mom said I have to be more dependant. But, why depend on someone else? If you depend on someone else you'll just end up melancholy. Dependant means that you can't or choose not to be who you CAN be. It's like a barrier, blocking the world from it's full potential.

"You're just a party-pooper, you know that?" My dad said annoyingly.

"I came here only for school, nothing else. You continue with your life, like you do every day, Kay? " I stated glaring out the window of my dad's car. Sheesh, I seemed to have forgotten what it's like being in a car.

"Fine." It was supposed to be an inaudible mumble, but I heard it.

*Magical Time Skip *

5:30 AM

"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!" My alarm clock sounded. 'Damn,' I thought 'Time to go to the rich people school' I half thought half said.

As I rummaged through the cupboards for any coffee I remembered that I had some of my own in my suitcase. 'Smart,' I thought. Well, anyways I ended up have no breakfast except a cup of black coffee. Ew. ' Remember to go shopping to food later tonight' I thought sluggishly as I started the jog to the school in my 'girly' skinny jeans and skin-tight black t-shirt. As I was walking several limos passed with a boy in shades looking out the window staring at me. Gross! Ah, well, what do you expect? Canada changes you.

When I reached the school grounds I had a quick chat with the principal. He was... nice. He let me wear whatever I wanted as long as I had my 'Honor Student' pin that had the school's coat of arms. Lucky me. I walked to my first class stealthily. Even though I was a first year I had my first class, english, with the second years. And my second class, science, with the third years. The rest of my classes were with the other first years. Lucky me. When I walk into the class there is already a student sitting there... Black hair, glasses, unreadable eyes. Ah. An Ootori. Good to know. I looked to the corner, where there was an untouched desk. ...Creepy. I decided to pull up a seating chart on my I-pad and look who sits where, and saw that I sat next to the Ootori. Great. I took my seat.

"Aren't you a commoner" The Ootori asked.

"Aren't you an Ootori?" I fired back.

"You didn't answer my question." He stated.

"You didn't answer mine either, so we're even." I replied.

"Aren't you the honor student?" He asked again, annoyed.

"Yes. Problem? Never think a first year honor student commoner could be bumped up to second year english and third year science?" I replied with a question.

"Ah, so you are who I think you are, Lyx." He smirked using my nickname.

"I nailed it knowing you were an Ootori, Kyoya. " I smirked then looked at the hyper-active-blonde sitting on the other side of Kyoya... Tamaki, I think his name was.

That's when everyone started to walk into the class as did the teacher.

"So I see, Alyxya, that you made it to your seat, and early. Mind introducing yourself?" He asked as I got up and put down my notebook of doodles that I wasn't even aware I had.

" Hey. I'm Alyxya, but you can call me Lyx." I smiled coolly and made a mental note that half the guys in the class were staring at my upper torso. Ew. I slid back to my desk and wrote a fifty-thousand word english essay, then continued to doodle. Sheesh. English is too easy.

*Magically in the next class*

As I walked to my next class down the bustling hallways I could see people giving me stares as a first year walked into a third year science lab. Surprisingly, there was nobody in the class. Yet. I took what time I had and looked at the seating plans. Everyone except me had partners, and that's the way I like it. I sat at my desk and waited for the other students to join. Shortly after two boys walked in the room and sat at the desks beside me. One was tall and emotionless, while the other was smaller and full of rainbowy happiness. Ew.

"Hey, Takashi, do you think the new girl likes cake?" the little one asked the taller one.

"I don't know. " Was all the older one said.

"Hey, new girl!" The younger one said to me. " I'm Honey, and this guy here is Takashi, or Mori as others call him. Do you like cake? " The small blonde, Honey, asked me.

"Not really, sweets aren't my thing. I kinnda like lemons more. " I replied honestly. " And My name's Alyxya, or Lyx. " I continued quietly.