Piers: Charity...? What are you doing?

*You see Charity playing with a sword, hitting a bag of sugar that's hanging from the ceiling*

Charity: Practicing my sword fighting skills, of course!

Piers: I can see that, but why?

Charity: For the fanfiction, silly!

Piers: Why do you need to know how to sword fight for the fanfiction?

Charity: I just do! Ok? You should practice too! On Guard!

*Charity chucks a sword to Piers and the two start sword fighting*

Charity: ON WITH THE STORY! Touche! *she hits piers in the bottom of his boot*

Piers: How did you miss like that?

Charity: Talent.

Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't sue. Only her ideas.

"Mama? I'm home!" I called as I walked through the door. It was a beautiful August afternoon. I had just gotten home from the New York renaissance faire. I had gone with my friends and had had a blast.

"Hello, dear. How was your trip?" My mother asked as she walked into the kitchen.

"Wonderful. I had such an amazing time. Thanks so much for letting me go." I smiled, hugging her, as I put my bags down by the couch.

"That's good. I'm glad you had a good time. And you're welcome." She laughed as my dog came and jumped on top of me, hitting me to the ground.

"Hey, girl! How's my baby doing?" She licked my face, and then walked away to lay back down on her bed. I laughed.

"Your father took your brother to baseball. They should be home later on, though." I nodded, and took my bags down the hallway to my room. I opened the door to see my room exactly as I had left it. I dropped my bags at the foot of my bed and sat down on my bed. Being only four feet ten inches, my feet barely touched the ground as I sat on the edge. I removed the clip from my hair to let the blonde locks fall down past my shoulders. I forced myself up off the soft cushions to look in the mirror. I began to take a tissue from my desk and rubbed off the tan eye shadow and black liner I had donned for the faire. My lips were dark burgundy so I began to rub that into a soft pink. My cheeks were a light pink, so I left them as they were. I stared at my reflection. My blue eyes looked tired and my body ached. It had been a long weekend in New York. I started laughing when I realized I was still wearing the heart shaped necklace from the day before.

"I never did catch his name..." I sighed to myself, remembering the young man who had courted me all weekend and given me the necklace the final day to remember him by. "Oh well... Maybe the fates will allow us to meet again, one day. We shall see." I smiled, walking back out to my mother in the kitchen. I held a small package in my hand, behind my back.

"Here ya go, mama. I got this for you while I was away. I thought of you right when I saw it." I handed her the small gold box. She opened it, revealing a sea glass necklace with the sillhouette of a mermaid etched into the largest piece of glass. She smiled big when she saw it, hugging me tight. "It's so you can remember me while I'm away. Look on the back of the silhouette." I smiled. She flipped the piece over, revealing gold writing that said 'When you miss me, look to the sea. I'm always with you, I've just been set free.' She shed a tear and hugged me once more.

"Thank you, darling." I smiled. "Oh! You received this letter, today. It's from Ouran. I was going to open it, but I knew you should be the one to do it." She handed me the letter. I ripped it open as fast as possible, unfolding the packet inside:

We at Ouran High School would like to welcome you to our third year class. We would be honored if you attended our school on a scholarship for performing arts. You would be an asset to the school. Please review your classes (page 5 of the packet) as well as dress code, and other important rules. We look forward to seeing you.

Sincerely,

The Ouran Board of Education

"I made it! Mama, I made it! I'm going to Ouran!" I freaked.

Charity: haha. What do you think, Piers?

Piers: I think I just lost to a girl... how is this possible?

Charity: Well, yeah, I am an amazing swordsman, but I meant the fanfiction.

Piers: Oh... It's pretty good. it'll be better when I'm in it.

Charity: With your attitude, I may not put you in it.

Piers: O.o Meanie.

Charity: Touche.