POV-Haruhi

I enter the apartment, and not even four feet into the front room I stop dead in my tracks. There are colorful paintings on every wall. There are red-leather couches, a little glass table in front of them, and at the very front is a small flat screen T.V. Also, on the far wall across from the front door is a large fish tank, still empty. Everywhere else in the room is occupied with moving boxes.

"U-u-uuhh,"

"Oh," Savannah looks over at me, "I'm sorry if this seems weird to you. You see, were American, and are used to that life style. This is the furniture from our old house. We decided to start setting this room up first, to feel more at home and all."

"Yah. I don't mean to be rude," I turn to face the girl, "But you say your American, right?"

"Yes,"

"Well from what I understand, Americans have really…" I think of a word that wouldn't be too offensive, "Unique accents. But you seem to almost have no accent at all."

"Oh, let me explain. When I was little I actually lived here in Japan; was born here and everything. However, when I was little we had to move." Savannah stares off in the distance, as if lost in thought. Then she shakes her head and says, "Mind me, lets go to my room. I have absolutely nothing done in there." We walk down a hallway to the right of the front door and stop at the farthest door, even though there's only two doors. Savannah opens the door with substantial difficulty. When the door flies open, there are mountains of moving boxes stacked-up everywhere. "Well, lets get to it."

*Two Hours Later*

"Phew," I run my arm across my forehead, "That's the last of the boxes."

"Ya, thank you so much Haruhi. That would have taken me so much longer to do on my own."

"No problem, I'm glad to help." I flash her a warm smile, and she flashes me one right back. Three small knocks sound from the door.

"Come in." Savannah calls. A women with black hair and green eyes pops in the room. Is she Savannah's mother? I take another look at Savannah. Well, Savannah has brown hair and green eyes. She gets her eyes from her mother…but neither her mom or dad has brown hair, maybe she gets it from her grandparents. "What's up, mom?"

"Well, since you've girls have been working so hard, I thought that you'd might be hungry."

"Ya, starved!"

"What about you, dear?"

"Oh, you can call me Haruhi, and sure I'll have something to eat. But don't worry about it if you guys don't have much food money." Savannah and her mother turn their heads at me, looking a little confused.

"Oh," says the mother, "We have plenty of money. You see, back in America Mr. Evens and I were surgeons back in America, more specifically, we worked with people whom needed organ transplants. That pays very well, plus I just went shopping, so there's no need to worry." Her mother gives me a warm smile, but compared to Savanna's, it seems foreign. Well, at least I know how one rumor got started about them. "Come with me to the kitchen, and I'll fix you girls up with a meal." Savannah and I get up from where we just finished unpacking, and follow her mother to the kitchen. "So, what are you in the mood for, Haruhi? We have salmon, yellow tail, rice, fresh seaweed, spices; if you want sushi, that is. Otherwise we have noodles, bread, jam, and.." The mother searches through about twenty shopping bags, "…and….oh! We could bake a pizza."

"Sounds great, mom. You cool with pizza, Haruhi?"

"Sure." The mother grabs a can of raw dough and begins flattening it with a rolling pin. "Would you like any help?" I offer.

"Oh, no. You're the guest, we serve you."

"Thank, you." it's a good change of pace. Usually I'm the one to cook…even at the club.

"Oh, Savannah."

"Ya, mom?"

"Did you finish the paper work for the Private School entrance exam and out of country scholarship funding?"

"Well I did for St. Lobelia's, but not Ouran." I freeze in place. She's trying to get into Lobelia, or Ouran!

To be continued…