A/N: First, I am amazed that I have a first chapter up. I've been feeling quite apathetic about this story, partly because it feels difficult to write. Before I begin, I'd like to address some of the people who were kind enough to leave me a few reviews

To the anonymous reviewer that pointed out something about Kyon: I realized that fact already, although thank you for pointing it out again. Yes, I have read up to chapter three of Volume 9 on Baka-Tsuki. Please, allow me to write this story as I see fit. That kind of issue will be addressed when I get to that point.

Moonraker One: Thanks for the tip. I will try to implement that in the next chapter.

Azzn Sonar: Yes, I realize that, which is why I'm working hard on these chapters. Things will start deviating once some events start happening. Lastly, thanks for the pronoun comment. I realized it myself after the fact.

XxMisaki EndouxX: Thanks! I will try to update as often as I can.

Enigma-Nemesis: Ha, I certainly hope it will be interesting. I will attempt to keep everyone in-character, but seeing as how no one really knows what's going on inside Haruhi's head, that part's up in the air.

Cloner4000: I'm not particularly sure myself where exactly this story will go. Some of the elements of the original storyline will obviously need to be changed. Thanks for the review.

bakacal: Thanks for the review, and I will try my best to keep it up.

Belthasar: I intend to write this as long as I can, which means I will write 10 volumes, in theory. I hope that will be satisfactory.

And so, I entered the senior high in my area, hoping for more interesting events. Scowling, I faced the long trek up to the top of the hill. Whose brilliant idea was it to build a school on such a high hill? Probably some stupid old official thought it would be great for "building character" and decided to put the local senior high on top of Mt. Everest. As I walked up this monstrosity, I could already feel the sweat forming. Ugh, I'm going to need a shower. Badly. This was not my idea of a great start to the school year.

And so, as all the new students were herded into the stupid entrance ceremony, I had a look on my face that could probably kill. Everyone else around me had that irritating "whole new journey" look on their face. It was enough to make me pull out my hair, listening to all that normal chatter.

The guys were all wearing sport jackets, and we, the girls, were wearing sailor uniforms. That's about the only thing strange I've noticed so far, which is pretty pathetic if you think about it. Maybe the balding principal giving a speech up on the stage had some creepy fetish for sailor uniforms. What a perverted old man. As these useless thoughts were running around my mind, the ceremony finally ended, and I entered the 1-5 classroom along with the rest of my new classmates.

Our homeroom teacher, Okabe-sensei, plastered a smile onto his face as he walked to the front of the class and gave us a self-introduction. He mentioned something about him being the PE 

teacher or whatnot, and how he was coaching the handball team. Then he started rambling on about his past history and involvement in handball, and how it was the most interesting sport. At this point, I stopped paying attention and started watching the clouds. When the teacher finally stopped rambling, I sighed in relief. Listening to his rambling, even as background noise, was getting to be very irksome. He suddenly blurted out:

"Now, let's introduce ourselves!"

This was nothing new, so I continued to watch the clouds. I had already examined everyone in the classroom, and it didn't seem like there was anyone that was remotely strange.

One by one, the people on the left sides of the class started to introduce themselves. They stood up, announced their name, the name of their old school, and then some other bits of trivial information. It didn't sound like anything interesting, so I ignored their introductions. I wasn't particularly interested in normal humans.

As the boy in front of me had finished his normal introductions, I figured it was my turn.

"My name is Suzumiya Haruhi. I graduated from East Junior High. Normal humans don't interest me. If anyone here is an alien, a time traveler, slider, or an esper, then come find me. That is all."

Glancing around the room, I saw many looks of confusion, coupled with a few exasperated looks from some old classmates. The boy in front of me had turned around and was staring at me with his mouth wide open. What a rude idiot. I didn't remember his name, but it probably wasn't anything special. I glared at him before sitting down and resuming my cloud-watching.

Judging by the reaction of the class, I doubted that there was any non-human in here. Yet something about the boy in front of me was bothering me. Ignoring the thought, I shoved it out of my mind.

After about thirty seconds of awkward silence, Okabe-sensei, with some hesitation, signaled the next person to continue. The tense atmosphere immediately dissipated.

I guess you could say that that was how Kyon and I met. How boring.

After that first day, I resumed my "innocent high school girl" act, for there was no reason to act out. Every new day was the same as yesterday, and tomorrow would be the same as today. This endless cycle repeated itself, until one day, Kyon decided to talk to me. Casually turning his head around, he wore a stupid airy smile as he spoke.

"Hey. The stuff you said in your intro, how much of it was serious?"

I gave him my best "I-am-not-interested-in-talking-to-you" look.

"What 'stuff in my intro'?"

"The stuff about the aliens and all that."

"Are you an alien?"

He looked confused for a second.

"… No, but-"

"If you are not, then what do you want?"

"…No, nothing."

"Then don't talk to me. You are wasting my time."

I said that last part perhaps a bit too harshly, as he had stuttered out an apology and was now looking at the front of the class with an unnaturally stiff posture. Several other students were now looking over at us with great interest. How irritating. As the homeroom teacher came in, I watched the front of the class with great disinterest written all over my face.

I hadn't noticed it, but all the students that were looking at us were from my old junior high.

A week passed without incident. Perhaps I had scarred Kyon for life, as he avoided eye contact with me and sat down without even a backwards glance. However, there were plenty of annoyances to deal with. Plenty of fussy girls thought that I was in need of social help, and decided to engage in conversation with me. Clearly they didn't get the message that I was not interested in normal humans. A typical conversation went something like this.

"Hi, did you see that TV show last night? The 9 o'clock one."

"No."

"Eh, why not?"

"I don't know."

"You should try it. Even if you started in the middle you wouldn't be lost. Do you need me to go over the previous story for you?"

"Go away, you are annoying!"

And that is how most conversations went.

I caused quite a bit of trauma to some of the students, seeing as how they could only say "I see… then I'll just…" and whimper away with a confused and hurt expression on their face. As I had said though, I wasn't interested in normal humans, so it was their fault for trying.

During lunch times, I usually ate lunch by myself. I didn't care for the company of others, seeing as how everyone was normal. The mundane chatter about last night's TV show and the latest celebrity gossip was about as boring as class material, so I chose to eat by myself. No one approached me, except for one particularly overly-cheerful girl. Asakura Ryouko. She was quite pretty, I'll admit, and it's not that she wasn't a nice girl or anything, but she just didn't understand the fact that I wasn't particularly interested in normal humans. If I was interested in being normal, I would've befriended her. She was passionate about the classes, and she was 

almost like a teacher's pet. She also seemed to have been gifted with quite a brain, seeing as she never missed a single question. It seemed that she was already the center of attention for the entire class.

To combat this boredom, I started to change my hairstyle. On Mondays, I would leave my hair as is. On Tuesday, I would tie it up in a ponytail. The next day, I would tie two ponytails. I continued this pattern until Friday, where I would tie four ponytails. If anyone noticed, they didn't bother to ask me about it, thankfully.

I felt that the whole class was a bunch of normal idiots, so I ignored them for the most part. Even for PE, I couldn't care less. For PE, classes 1-5 and 1-6 would combine and have PE together, with the boys and girls separated. When we changed clothes, girls would be in 1-5, and boys would be in 1-6, meaning that all the boys in my class would move to the other room at the end of the period.

At the end of the period, I would start changing immediately, regardless of whether or not there were guys around. Whether or not they chose to stare was not a concern of mine. They were all morons anyways, judging by how they were all goggle-eyed and frozen the moment I started to remove my uniform.

Asakura Ryouko and her followers attempted to convince me to at least wait until the guys had left. I just shrugged off their attempts; it was not my concern. I viewed the guys in the same way I viewed the chairs and desks in the room.

Since I refused to change what I was doing, Asakura Ryouko requested that the guys leave the classroom the second the bell rang. It made no difference to me.

Finally, in a last attempt to find something mysterious or different, I started joining the school clubs, hoping that there would be at least one unique one. To my dismay, after joining (and prompting leaving) all the clubs at school, there wasn't a single unique one in the entire school. All the sports clubs were the same thing: practice, practice, and more practice, followed by some sort of competition. I was absolutely not interested in doing the same thing every day. Many of the sports clubs tried in earnest to recruit me. It even felt that the conversations with the recruitment officers felt the same.

"You know, you should join us on the team as a regular. You already seem pretty talented at (baseball/basketball/track etc) and with a bit of practice, you could be a real star."

"I'm not interested in this club."

"Why? What's wrong with (baseball/basketball/track etc)?"

"It is annoying for me to do the same club activity every day."

In the end, I didn't join any of them. They were all the same, really. I suppose my infamy preceded me, because some of the later clubs I joined didn't even bother trying to recruit me. They just let me join on, and they didn't bother me with questions when I decided I wasn't interested.



May arrived without much fanfare as the weather progressively grew hotter. Golden Week came and went, yet nothing interesting happened. No one from my class mysteriously disappeared, no teachers suddenly fell ill, and there were no unusual deaths. I would've thought that the weird phenomenon would also be taking a break from hiding so well, but they were as elusive as ever.

Walking to school after the end of the Golden Week holiday was a bit unbearable. The sun beating down on my head already felt excessively warm, and I was tempted to attribute it to some strange phenomenon. By the time I arrived at school, I'd already be sweating. Thankfully I wasn't born a boy – otherwise I would've had to wear long pants and a sports jacket in this heat. The thought alone made me sweat.

Every day up until this point had been perfectly normal. I would ignore the teacher's lecturing, preferring to be lost in my thoughts while staring out the window. The fussy girls had stopped trying to get me to join their circle, and even Asakura Ryouko had lessened her attempts at being sociable to me. I wasn't particularly happy with this, but at least people had stopped bothering me, until Kyon decided today would be a good day to talk to me.

"Do you change your hairstyle each day because of the aliens?"

I turned to face him, noticing that he had a curious expression on his face.

"When did you notice?"

He paused to consider it for a moment.

"Hmm… for a while."

"Really?"

I was surprised. I had thought that most people in the class had become accustomed to my actions and were intentionally ignoring me. But why did he ask a stupid question about my hairstyle? Isn't it my choice what I do with my hair? Since he asked, I might as well answer.

"I think that each day gives off a different image."

Wow, I was actually talking to someone for once. I surprised even myself. By the look on his face, it seemed he was surprised that I had answered.

"For color: Monday is yellow, Tuesday is red, Wednesday is blue, Thursday is green, Friday is gold, Saturday is brown, and Sunday is white."

"That means if we use numbers to represent colors, Monday is zero and Sunday is six, right?"

Amazing. He wasn't such a dull-headed idiot after all. Perhaps he's a bit more interesting than I first thought.

"That's correct."

"But shouldn't Monday be one?"

My hopes were dashed.

"Who asked for your opinion?"

"…Ahh, I apologize."

He continued to look at me. Scowling, I stared back.

"Have I seen you somewhere before? A while back? You do seem kinda familiar…"

Oh please. If that's your idea of a pick-up line, you need to try harder.

"No, I don't think so."

After I answered, Okabe-sensei entered the classroom and that signaled the end of our first conversation. As usual, during the recess period, I ran off to check all the classrooms for anything interesting. I made a mental note to myself that there was a particularly busty girl in a second-year classroom. Other than that, there was no one else of interest.

That first conversation with Kyon was nothing special, but at least it was a conversation.

I was surprised at myself for actually answering him though. Normally if a boy had asked me a stupid question, I would've told him that he was annoying, called him a moron, told him to shut up, or just ignored him completely. He might not be as normal as I thought he was.

Regardless, I was a bit weirded out that he had been watching me for some time now. Maybe he has a thing about hair? That day I decided to get a haircut, just to be safe.

The next day, as expected:

"Why did you cut your hair?"

"No reason."

I had no intention of telling him what my reasons were.

He turned around with an amused look on his face, and the day resumed in a normal fashion.

The next day, I was greeted with more conversation.

"Did you really try to join all the clubs?"

I nodded without saying anything.

"Is there a club that is more than the others? I'd like to consider joining one myself."

"None. Absolutely none."

Sighing, I turned to look out the window.

"I thought that high school would be a bit better. In the end, it's the same as mandatory education. Nothing changes at all. Looks like I've joined the wrong school."

Glancing at him, I could see that he was puzzled. I continued.

"Sports clubs and cultural clubs are all the same. If only there were some unique clubs in this school…"

"Well, what gave you the right to decide if other clubs are normal or not?"

"Shut up. If I like a club, then it's unique; otherwise, it's plain."

"Really? I knew you'd say that."

"Hmmph!"

I turned away, irritated by the last comment. He in turn looked back to the front, signaling the end of the conversation.

This started to be a common thing. Some days he would ask about mundane things like, the weather, or last night's TV show. I gave no response to these questions, because normal things like that were idiotic topics in my mind. Gradually he seemed to learn that certain things would spark a conversation, and certain things would be met with silence. It was like training a pet.

Another day:

"I overheard something the other day... It's not something important anyway… Did you really dump all your boyfriends?"

Turning, I gave him a frosty stare.

"Why do I need to hear this from you again? Did that Taniguchi tell you? God, I can't believe that I'm in the same class as that idiot even after I graduated junior high. He isn't one of those stalking psychos, is he?"

He immediately appeared apologetic, shaking his head.

"I don't think so."

"I don't know what you're heard, but it doesn't matter, most of it is true anyway."

"Isn't there someone out there you want to have a serious relationship with?"

"Absolutely no one! Every single one of them is a moron. I just can't engage in a serious relationship with them. Each one of them would ask me to meet him at the train station on Sunday, and then for sure we would go to a movie, an amusement park, or to a ball game. The first time we eat together would always be a lunch date. Then we would rush off to a café to drink tea. At the end of the day, they would always say 'see you tomorrow!' and run off."

Taking a breath after this rant, I continued.

"Then, without fail, they would confess over the phone. What the hell! This is a serious subject, at least tell me face-to-face!!"

Thinking back on all the guys that I had dated in the past caused me some more irritation.

"Hmm, you are right. I would ask the girl out and tell her directly."

"Who the hell cares about you!"

Inside, I smiled at his confused expression.

"The problem is, are all the boys in this world such dim-witted creatures? I have been agitated by this question since junior high."

"Then, what kind of boy would you consider 'interesting'? Is it going to be aliens after all?"

"I am fine with aliens or similar things as long as they are not normal. Be they male or female."

In truth, I'd find it more interesting if there was a boy alien, but that's a different matter entirely.

"Why do you always insist on something other than human?"

He asked this question with a completely serious expression on his face.

"Because humans are no fun at all!"

"That… maybe you are right."

Frankly I didn't know why I had to explain something so simple to him. If any of the students in this class was an alien, an esper, time traveler, or slider, it would be so much more fascinating. However, the chances of any of those rare types being in a class as me were slim, if almost none. They'd probably be actively trying to hide from normal humans, or else they were advanced enough that normal people could not detect them and distinguish them from normal humans.

Thinking about all that was really frustrating. I wanted to find something abnormal, but it felt so impossible. Normal humans really are no fun…

"THAT'S WHY!"

I stood up and slammed my fists onto the desk, knocking my chair down in the process, and causing everyone in the class to turn around and look at me.

"THAT'S WHY I AM WORKING SO HARD!!"

"Sorry I am late!"

My outburst was interrupted by Okabe-sensei rushing into the room, late as usual. As he had entered in the middle of me standing up, fists clenched, while staring at the ceiling, all he could do was stand there and watch me like the rest of the class.

"Er… Homeroom is about to start!"

I sat down and started glaring at my desk. I heard Kyon breathe a sigh of relief. What was his problem? The entire class then turned back to the front as the teacher hesitantly made his way to the front.

"I apologize for being late. Eh… Then let's begin."

Class then resumed as usual, and things went back to normal. How frustrating!

Honestly, I really wish actively searching for the paranormal would achieve more. I started my search for the paranormal in middle school. I drew a symbol that I found in an occult book on the school grounds. It meant something like "I am here." I was hoping that some aliens might respond to the message, but nothing happened, to my disappointment. Another time, I went all over the school and stuck cursed paper talismans everywhere. I was hoping to summon a monster. Even raising the dead would have been okay, but again, nothing happened. Why else would I be so annoyed by this world? It doesn't seem to hold anything of interest! Either that, or else I have yet to find anything.

Each night, before I go to bed, I wished to every imaginable deity for something unusual to happen. Day after day, I would be disappointed, as nothing interesting happened.

At the end of the period, I left the classroom as usual to wander the halls. Before leaving, I noticed that Kyon was being questioned by his friends. What they were bothering him about was beyond me, but it wasn't my business. Why is that class a bunch of idiots?

It seemed that someone decided that everyone in class needed to change their seats monthly. Therefore, the class monitor Asakura wrote all the seat numbers onto little pieces of paper, placed them in a cookie tin, and let each of us draw from it. Thankfully, I was placed far back in the left corner, where I could safely nap in class without any of the teachers bothering me. My grades were already fine, but I'm sure the teachers weren't too happy with me sleeping through their classes. Oddly enough, Kyon was in front of me. Everyone had shifted around, yet he was still sitting in front of me. It felt like more than a coincidence.

As there was nothing else to do, I decided to talk to Kyon again.

"Why hasn't something interesting happened yet?! Like little grade school kids disappearing one by one, or some teachers getting murdered inside a locked classroom?"

He turned around at this and gave me a look of reproach.

"Stop saying that kind of scary stuff!"

I shrugged and continued.

"I joined the Mystery Study Group."

"Oh? What happened?"



"It was so idiotic. Nothing interesting happened! Furthermore, all the club members are detective novel fans, but there isn't anyone there that resembles a detective!"

"Isn't that normal?"

I ignored his question and continued on about the next group I had joined.

"I actually had hopes for the Supernatural Study Group."

"Really?"

"But they all turned out to be a bunch of occult maniacs. Does that sound fun to you?"

"Not really."

Sighing in frustration, I rubbed my temples to relieve my headache.

"Ah, man, this is too boring! Why doesn't this school have any decently interesting clubs?"

"Well, there's not much you can do about that."

"I thought after I graduated to senior high I would encounter some kick ass clubs! Sigh, this is like trying to go into the Major League, but then you discover that the school you're attending doesn't even have a baseball team."

Perhaps my disappointment and anger was written all too clearly on my face, because Kyon looked as if he were ready to request a different seat.

Sighing again, I stared out the window at the familiar clouds.

Kyon spoke again, pulling my attention back to the classroom.

"I think it can't be helped if there aren't any."

He had an expression of superiority on his face, which really did not suit him.

"Judging from the results, humans are usually content with their current states. Those who aren't, however, will try to invent or discover something to advance civilization. Someone wanted to fly so they invented airplanes. Someone wanted to travel easily so automobiles and trains were made. But, those things were created by people who possessed special talents. Only a genius can convert those imaginings into reality. We ordinary mortals should just live our lives fully. We shouldn't act impulsively just because we feel adventurous."

"Shut up."

I was tired of hearing this long-winded speech from him. I hear enough of long-winded lectures from teachers. Turning my head, again I resumed looking out the window. Genius, eh? Well, I'm no genius, but I'm certainly not that stupid. Maybe that's what I need to do. I want to find the paranormal, so I need to invent something.

Suddenly, I thought of what I needed to do. I needed to form a club. If there wasn't an interesting and unique club in this school, I would just have to make one.



Reaching in front of me, I grabbed the sleepy Kyon's back collar and pulled him backwards. I put a bit too much force into it due to my excitement, because I pulled his head into the corner of my desk. The result was immediate. He spun around madly while I still had a hand on his collar.

"What do you think you are doing!?"

Grinning from ear to ear at my brilliant idea, I was oblivious to his protests.

"I got it! Why didn't I think of this before?"

"What did you think up?"

"If it doesn't exist, I can just create one myself."

"Create what?"

Honestly, do I have to spell out everything for you? Use your head Kyon. I told him anyways.

"A club!"

I immediately noticed the mixture of apprehension and pain that appeared on Kyon's face.

"Really? What an excellent idea. Can you let go of me now?

There was no need for sarcasm here; this was a brilliant idea!

"What's with your attitude? You should be happier!"

"About your idea, I'll talk to you about that later. For now, I just want you to consider where we are, THEN you can share your joy with me. But first, calm down, okay?"

I was confused. Why wasn't Kyon as excited as I was?

"What do you mean?"

"Class is still in session."

I had forgotten that we were still in class. I let go of his collar and sat down. Looking at the class, I noticed that they looked completely awestruck. I nearly burst out laughing at the expression the English teacher wore.

Now, I needed a clubroom. I was sure I remembered seeing an empty room around school during my wanderings. There was that one Literature Club that only had one member. As for members, there was Kyon and I already, so we had two members already. Oh, and there was that other second-year girl. I had forgotten her name, but that wasn't important. She had such a small figure, but ridiculously large breasts.

Finally something interesting was happening at this school, and it was all thanks to me!

A/N: So I finished this. Wow. This is probably the longest chapter I've ever written. Anyways, I'm not positive I did the characterizations right. Haruhi is a bit difficult to write for. Regardless, please read and review (constructively) about the characterizations. Keep in mind, not everything will be the same as the original story, so please don't tell me that I didn't write a part right because it doesn't follow the storyline. Thanks for your time!