Stepping out of the classroom several minutes later Jun was in a mild state of shock, leaning against the wall for some support the poor girl looked as though she had just been informed that she was expected to complete a triathlon wearing a snowman costume and singing along with the entire soundtrack of High School Musical!.

After all of her classmates had departed she was left alone with Jinzai sensei. Once a few moments of uncomfortable silence had passed he beckoned her forward to the front of the room deciding to skip pass the all the pleasantries "it is my understanding that you were originally in the B class, however you've been advanced into the A class" he commented as she hesitantly made her way to the front "y-yes sensei" she murmured with a nod of her head, feeling less on the spot with the rest of the students gone, however being left alone with one of your favourite authors who is now your teacher can be more than a little bit intimidating.

She spared a glance at him only to see that he seemed to be assessing her through his half rimmed spectacles, a finger rubbing under his nose as he hummed softly "I run my classes differently than your previous sensei" he informed her, sniffing in distaste as he straightened himself up with his elbows resting on the desk. Jun bristled slightly, feeling a bit defensive of Arishima sensei; she may have coddled them but she was a lovely person! And very encouraging and at least she treated the students with respect, and not as though they were wired robots without any creativity. Although she could not find it in her to voice these thoughts, heavens no! That would require nerve; but she did bite her lip slightly. "All of the so called teachers in this establishment do nothing but glorify the sons and daughters of business owners and government officials to try and better their own chances of being rewarded and credited for their alleged success" Jinzai commented with mild disgust, glaring out at the classroom door, as if all of the Ouran staff members were behind it and could hear his every cutting remark.

Her eyes widened at his words, they were so outrageous, so seriously forbidden! And yet undoubtedly true. But before she had the chance to further contemplate his words he finally met her gaze, causing her to flinch as he pressed on "you are going to prove yourself worthy of my time and of the status of being a 2A student, currently your grades are amongst the top, rivalling with Ootori and Suoh. However I will be wiping the slate and your grades from my new lessons will be the ones that matter. To keep your status in this class not only will you be expected to score no less than 90% in all of my exams but you will also do an in depth report on one of the school's clubs or societies"

"I.. I beg your pardon?" she blurted in a confused tone. The first demand was... extreme but understandable, he was going to up the game and make the students better understand the art of literature but also appreciate how critical studying is in education. However completing a report on a club? That one was just... odd.

Jinzai sensei did not immediately respond, however he did stare at her in a critical manner causing her to realise her outburst and flush as red as a cherry. "Complete an in depth report on one of the academies clubs or societies" he repeated in the same tone "shall I reiterate?". She quickly shook her head, finding once again she lost her ability to voice her questions and instead bowed and all but ran from the classroom.

It wasn't until she was in the pink open space of the hallways and took a few moments to collect herself did she realise the ever facing problem of Jinzai sensei's assignment. It was now well into the fall, most if not all of the schools clubs are well under development! Especially practical clubs like gardening, flower arranging or music... not to mention the popular clubs which will no doubt be packed out. "unless.." she muttered to herself, brining a finger to rest thoughtfully under her chin

"Unless I find a club that is particularly desperate for new members..."

Suddenly Jun felt a rapid drop in the temperature around her, (wasn't the heating system always switched on?) It also unexplainably became dark even though according to her wristwatch it was still mid morning! The silence was broken by a sultry voice breathing cool air right into her air "the black magic club is always looking for new members". A creepy cat puppet was placed on her opposite shoulder, rubbing its' paws together in a plotting manner.

Letting out a shriek of terror Jun bolted out of the corridor faster than Nekozawa could say 'Beelzenef!' leaving said Nekozawa looking quite confused and Beelzenef scratching his head in mystification.

By the time lunch came around Jun had written a well thought out, detailed plan in her pocket diary, a plan which was both simple and ingenious. by the time Friday comes around she will have chosen a club to join, write an in depth report on it and submit it to Jinzai sensei!. 'simple' she thought to herself with a grin, adjusting her glasses. Since today was Monday that will give her a total of 5 afternoons to visit as many clubs as possible and find one suitable enough to stay in.

Sitting outside in the gardens Jun stared down at her diary for a moment before sighing quietly, her perfect club would be a book club. It was honestly shocking that Ouran didn't have one! But then... considering the status of the students that attended it really wasn't that surprising. She thought about perhaps starting up one herself. But realised that it probably would just consist of her spending the afternoons reading alone in the gardens and really she did enough of that already.

Still though, Jun was certain she would find something, she was open to trying new things and it couldn't hurt to broaden her interests slightly. Perhaps she could start off with the school newspaper? Journalism could be interesting since she is required to make a report anyway. A sort of report within a report could be amusing.

With a new found sense of optimism Jun was certain she could do this!

Friday

"There's just no way I can do this" she whined quietly to herself, her face pressed down on her wooden desk in despair. She had clearly been a naive fool to think that she could successfully get into a club without any sort of problems. OBVIOUSLY there were going to be problems.

Monday

-Black Magic club offered but very clearly out of the question

Flower arranging club, apparently she is allergic to pollen and couldn't stop sneezing, not to mention her eyes watering uncontrollably and her throat itching.

Art club, as the club leader so 'delicately' put it. She has no artistic talent whatsoever, her painting made one poor boy faint and several girls retch. In her opinion those art snubs wouldn't know any real talent if it bit them on the behind!

Tuesday, she decided to try her hand at sports for she used to do horseback riding when she was younger and somehow came to the conclusion that this would mean that she should be able to successfully accomplish a sport.

Badmington, she instead of hitting the shuttlecock the racket slipped out of her hand and hit the captain on the nose (apparently she needs a nose job to fix the damage)

Track team, she was offered an audition but failed miserably, her timing was awful, she got a horrible stitch in her side and fell a grand total of seven times.

On Wednesday she chastised herself on not playing to her strengths and approached the school newspaper asking for an internship, she had expected to get accepted right away. Not in an egotistical sense but because the school newspaper's reputation had capsized in the last year, ever since the previous club president graduated and Kotmatsuzawa sempai inherited the club. She thought he would appreciate some outside help. However he made her grovel, literally kneeling before him before accepting her, acting as though he was doing her a huge favour.

As much as she thought his actions were not only degrading, coarse and downright offensive! She was becoming rather desperate so she simply smiled and agreed with him. However she quickly found the inner workings of the newspaper club to be a sever dictatorship. She made several suggestions which were shut down, she was bullied into buying several issues and had to proof read Kotmatsuzawa sempai's homework and make 'appropriate adjustments'.

However she greatly offended the president when she pointed out a problem with the upcoming title of tomorrow's issue 'Sato the harlot heartbreaker!' Jun openly frowned upon reading the title, Sato Fumiko, class 1C, she heard a few girls talk about how she rejected a third year's advances, apparently he was trying to forcefully place a move on her and she retorted by defending herself. Apparently she is a member of the Judo club. This title misrepresents the whole situation, makes Sato san appear to be 'easy' and the story is filled with downright lies.

"... w.. why do you insist on p..p-printing lies"

She had got the words out, and had found herself making an enemy out of the newspaper club.

Splendid.

And now it was already Thursday, she was going to miss her own deadline if she didn't come up with a practical solution, but the poor girl came to the realisation that from here on out it would only prove to be even more challenging getting into a club. "What am I going to do?" she murmured to herself miserably as students began to come into the classroom. She didn't bother to lift her head upright, she was too busy moping and trying to come up with a practical solution to her problem.

"How about having a Shakespeare theme? Just consider it, an homage to The finest playwright in history, a literary master and true visionary!" Suoh san's voice entered the room before he did, he was in animated conversation with Ootori san who appeared to be intrigued "it would prove profitable, there could be merchandise made with reprinting" he commented making several notes in his moleskin notebook. "I'll make the arrangements" he finished, adjusting his glasses ignoring a now exhilarated Tamaki who was spinning on the spot.

It was then that Jun glanced up, staring at the pair as if seeing them for the first time. That was right, the host club! Suoh and Ootori managed it together... or was one of them president? Ootori seemed the likely option. Now that she thought about it she was perplexed as to why she didn't consider the host club sooner! Most of the female population raved about it and it was quite popular. Jun straightened up, eyes still on Ootori san and Suoh san. They were also in her classmates, and granted they were not 'friends' but they have been in the same class since first year, she might have a better chance in striking up a compromise with them.

Finally looking away from them Jun glanced down at her diary, quickly jotting down the host club, circling it and writing 'negotiate' beside it. Nodding to herself she looked up in time to see Jinzai sensei stroll into the room holding a starbucks coffee cup and wearing sunglasses... was he hungover?

Nonetheless she would have to wait until the end of the day before negotiating a possible deal with the host club members.

At lunch hour she had to awkwardly ask a group of girls where the host club's clubroom was located, she had hoped for a short answer but instead she got a long winded gushing speech about how amazing the host club was, filled with gentlemen, brotherly love? (she sincerely hoped she had misheard that part) and cosplay! The girls said much, much more but Jun only picked out certain key words. But she did manage to get the room where the club was located, the unused 3rd music room.

'unused music room, well that shouldn't be too difficult to find' she thought to herself. Generally the music and theatre rooms were kept close together so it shouldn't take her too long to locate them.

She had more difficulty locating the room that she had originally thought, looking down at her watch she grimaced at the time, the club was already well underway by now, when she entered she'd likely make a scene... oh god. However in her defence she had never ventured into this part of the school before! And given Ouran's sheer size it was... difficult navigating and trying to find the one silly room. Glancing up at the door she sighed softly to herself before adjusting her glasses and self consciously patting her hair. She could hear soft chatter and gentle laughter from the other end and gathered that there was quite a crowd inside. She could feel stomach churning uneasily. Shaking her head Jun masked a determined expression before sucking in a breath she pushed open the doors leading to the room.

"Welcome"