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THE HOST CLUB IS IN THIS CHAPTER!!! BTW they are in the school early for a host club meeting which they decided to hold before school. READ AND REVIEW!!!
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Chapter 2 – First Day
Kiyoshi POV
My first day at Ouran today and I am so excited...not. My dad is making me wear a simple black dress with a green ribbon around the waist, barely black tights and some death traps (high heels).
I mentioned I was clumsy, didn't I? Oh well...At least I'll be a few inches taller. I put on a green ribbon in my hair but I made sure that my fringe covered my eyes.
I had to walk to school to act like a commoner, but luckily I didn't trip. I thought to myself, 'My day is looking up! I have some luck today!'
I made my way into the huge but equally beautiful school and tried to find the main office. I was obviously early as not many other students were there, but I always think it is better to be early than to be late. I found the office and they gave me various things, like a map and some other instructions, to help me on my first day. I decided to go to my classroom to wait for school to start and I still hadn't tripped (amazing)! But, just as I was walking past music room 3, I tripped. It must have been over air or something... I was losing my balance, stumbling...and I fell - right through the nearly shut door of the music room. My face came into contact with the carpet and the rose petals that had appeared when I opened, no, fell through the door, drifted gracefully down, an obvious contrast to the way I landed, (like an elephant of course).
If I had known there were people there, at that moment, I probably wouldn't have started muttering to myself (and the floor). 'We meet again floor! I told him not to give me high heels but would he listen? No... He never does'.
I started to get up and that was when I noticed the seven boys all staring at me. They suddenly rang into a chorus of 'Welcome!' as if it were a delayed reaction and one started to come forward, a tall blonde boy, obviously not fully Japanese. I think he was going to help me but I got up swiftly, said a quick sorry and ran. All the while my cheeks gained a slight tinge of pink and I was grateful my fringe covered my over expressive eyes (though only a few people ever notice the expressions in them, even if they have seen my eyes).
'Princess, wait!' One of them called, but I didn't go back. I didn't want them to know who I was and to make me visible to the rest of the school – which wasn't hard, considering the clothes I was wearing. I hoped and prayed I wasn't in a class with any of them. But knowing my luck (I obviously spoke too soon earlier)...