Hey all of you out there… I haven't touched this story in years and am about to try again… there are various stupid mistakes in my previous chapters, and as soon as I discover how, I will change them. If you spot any stupid mistakes in this chapter please inform me. As usual I have never owned Ouran Highschool Host Club, and probably never will. Enjoy

Everyone remembers those times when you wake up in the middle of the night, you can't be bothered to turn on the light and suddenly you fall flat on your face or trip over because you can't see a thing. Well my new change in life in effect was similar. Except this time I didn't hurt my head or bruise an elbow, instead I walked straight into a wall and suffered a minor concussion.

It began quietly, as every storm does before the abrupt and wild change. I was going through the usual unpack routine, and finally after many boxes of clothes and books, I had reached the box where all the knick knacks I couldn't fit into my luggage were stored. I opened the box. I picked out the items and laid them carefully on my bed. When my finger nails scratched on the bottom, I turned my attention to which things I had just removed. When I looked a thought nagged me; there is something missing.

When I was called down for a late lunch, it nagged me still.

I knew there was something that wasn't there and I knew it was important.

While ate thought nagged me still. Finally when I walked upstairs sat down thought clicked and finally connected with my brain.

BRACELET! Was what my brain said and I finally knew what was irking me.

During the last summer Melony, Tricia and I had spent the last couple of days on the beach. All the way through the earlier days when our holidays began I had spent many hours with one or the other of my two best friends. As always we were all joking around and messing about.

Suddenly the topic changed.

Melony who had always been the serious one of our close-knit trio suddenly turned the conversation to our final years of secondary school. We had just completed our second year of secondary earlier that summer, so the prospect of when we would leave for sixth form (Further education prep for all those unfamiliar with the British schooling system) in 3 school years seemed really far away. Naturally Melony being the insightful one, understood that time has a habit of really passing fast, even when you seem to count every minute of that last lesson on Friday's. So she proposed this idea.

"Why don't we go out to town sometime soon and each of us choose a charm to remember each other by. Then put these two charms we each have on a bracelet to always remember those people who are true friends, so that one day we will all have many different charms that will let us remember those who we are truly close to. Though those friends may be far away, you will always be able to remember who cares for you when times are the best or you feel like you're at the bottom.

I can still remember the enthusiasm and excitement at this idea, me grinning and Tricia bouncing at the thought of this special charm. Soon after this we got together in early September and bought the bracelets and the charms that would remind us of each other. At the beginning we all proudly donned our bracelets, but as time went by Tricia wore it less regularly and Melony due to her obsession with the rules also rarely wore it due to the strict dress code. I admit I did similar things, but I know that whenever I felt a bit blue I would bring it out and wear it. Of course when we got together at other times we would always wear our bracelet proudly.

So naturally I was quite attached to it. So when I am came downstairs to ask about its whereabouts' you can imagine that I was a little worried about it not appearing in that box.

Everything was going fine, my mom was cooking (sort of, she has the strange habit of burning things spontaneously) and my dad was working (as usual) Meanwhile my little brother: Futoshi, was playing teatime with Miggles and Henry (Yes, they are both stuffed animals.) And so began my first worried question:

"Mum, dad… did you pack my bracelet in another box possibly?"

"Bracelet… no, I don't think I saw a bracelet in your room." My dad continued to stare at the laptop screen, typing away.

"Though we did see…" He paused and grimaced for a moment. "… a chain jammed between the bookcase and wall…"

"What did you do with it?" a lump was rising in my throat. He couldn't have…

"I put it in the black bag… such an easy way to get all the rubbish out of the house at such short notice…"

Rubbish?

Anger began to fizz inside me.

As if trying to break the silence he looked up.

"It wasn't something important, was it?"

The fuse to the bomb had been lit.

"You…" I whispered in a quavering voice.

"What?" You could hear that he was getting bored of the conversation, because a ring of annoyance touched his voice.

My shock turned to icy rage.

"I…"

"Yes?" His curt reply cut my sentence short.

"…HAVE HAD ENOUGH! EVERYTIME I FINALLY CAN CALL A PLACE HOME WE MOVE! AND DO I HAVE A SAY? NO IT'S JUST YOU, ALL HAPPY ABOUT A WONDERFUL NEW JOB, A FRESH START, BETTER EDUCTION, BLAH, BLAH, BLAH." I took in a deep breath.

"You're the one who's selfish, Mirika, I have put the whole family into consideration, and just because it's a change there's no need to get red in the face about it."

The bomb exploded, and it was not pretty.

His final angry shout was cut off with my 'WELL IF YOU DON'T WANT ME, THEN I'LL JUST LEAVE!' I stormed out.

In the past I had never been the type to argue.

I guess I was always one of those girls who was slightly lacking in backbone, and thus my two best friends, who are very different but neither lacking in backbone, made up for it twofold. I guess one of the reasons I never developed that quality was due to the slight over protectiveness of my parents. Though I can be bubbly at the best of times, in the past eyes would endlessly slide over me and little thought was given. I guess because of my two best friends overwhelming presence, my more subtle personality was obscured.

Let's leave it at; my life was quiet and I was happy with that situation.

So I was unfamiliar with the sensation of leaving the house angry. Since I was only familiar with storming out in films I dramatically kept walking. I turned one corner, and then another and traveled further still. However though I was definitely walking away from the house, however before I knew it I was suddenly out of my depth. I turned and walked in the direction I had come from, but everything still felt strange and unfamiliar. My anger had now melted and uneasiness began to stick in my throat.

I was well and truly lost.

Sorry for this cliffhanger but this time a round I will update much sooner. Reviews always welcome