So I decided that this will be a Mori story (rhyming mehe) due to him and Honey being the only ones the same age as Summer :D
Ps. I have exams on for the next four days so don't expect any more chapters until at least Friday O:)
Pps. This chapter I'm listening tooooo: Doncamatic feat. Daley - Gorillaz
January
The Japanese exchange programme starts today, and later everyone involved would gather at the front of the school and meet their partners who they would be hosting for a week in their own dorm rooms. Some of the snobbier (and richer) students involved protested this and hired separate rooms for their partner. I could only hope that my exchange partner wasn't similarly snobby and didn't mind sharing with me.
Her name is Haruhi Fujioka, she's in her first year at Ouran, which means that she would be a year ten in England - in the secondary school. In fact she would be the same age my youngest step sister. I sincerely hope they share no personality traits whatsoever.
The bell rang to signal the end of classes. I stood up from my desk and brushed a hand over my blazer and skirt. I wasn't fond of the uniform here.
Everyone was required to wear a dark blue blazer - with the schools emblem stitched on the left side - a red tie, a white shirt and a grey skirt for the girls or grey trousers for the boys.
Most girls opted for tight grey skirts and knee length white socks. I decided against the reasonably slutty fashion and went for a grey pleated skirt that reached my waist and flowed down to rest a couple of inches above my knee, also deciding against the knee length socks - due to the multiple times they fell down and I was told to pull them up by the teachers - in favour of ankle socks.
I made my way over to the front entrance of the school and joined the group of students who has assembled around our language teachers.
One of my earlier queries was whether I'd have to be able to speak Japanese to them.
Fortunately, all of the exchange students were fluent in English. They'd also agreed to use English customs, such as not doing the formal name thing. I didn't really know what that meant and was glad I didn't have to.
A coach pulled up on the gravel beside us and the doors opened with a slightly futuristic 'swoosh'. The coach was small, so I assumed that not many people had applied for this trip on the Japanese end.
I distantly heard one of the females in my group gloating. "I requested a male student for my partner. Daddy organised separate accommodation and everything."
Stupid rich kids.
Although I suppose I was one now as well.
The Japanese students all disembarked from the bus. The males wearing a uniform similar to our own, the females wearing some sort of yellow monstrosity that I had to assume was a dress.
Morons...
I giggled to myself - Moron Academy.
My teacher began to take a register of the English students as the Japanese students just stood by and watched with their own teacher.
I decided to survey them whilst waiting for my name to be called.
There must have been about ten of eleven of them overall - predominantly male. With only three or four girls in their stupid yellow dresses.
"I'm not going to call the names of one of our students and their Japanese partner. I expect you to greet each other appropriately and then show the Ouran students to their temporary accommodation." The English language teacher called.
"Arabella Benning - Halfwell, Kyoya Ootori," she called and a tall boy with black hair and glasses walked over to our group. Arabella - the snotty girl who was boasting earlier - beamed at having such a good-looking partner and took his arm, leading him away.
I shuffled my feet until my name was called out.
"Summer Herman-Smith, Haruhi Fujioka."
A short girl, with short hair stepped forwards in a boys uniform. I had to do a double take to make sure she even was a girl.
I stepped forwards as she met our group and shook her hand, smiling.
We walked away from the groups, towards my dorm building.
"Do you need me to carry one of your bags?" I asked, already reaching for her suitcase.
She looked shocked.
"Y-you mean, you're actually going to take it yourself?" She stuttered.
I raised an eyebrow, "of course, why wouldn't I?"
She blushed, "sorry, it's just the rich people I usually hang around with call for a butler or something to carry their bags for them. English people must be different," she mused.
I laughed, "don't believe that wealthy English people are different at all. I know some people at this school that get their chauffeurs to drive them school when they only live five minutes away."
Haruhi rolled her eyes, "I know the type."
"Maybe if I'd grown up around wealth, I would do things like that. I'm still getting used to it."
"Recently won a prize or something?" She guessed.
I shook my head no. "Robbed a bank."
Her eyes darted up to me and I couldn't contain my laughter. She caught on and laughed too.
"No, my mother recently remarried a rich man," I sighed. "But she's not a gold-digger." I blurted quickly, just in-case she got the wrong idea.
"I see," she said as we walked through the doors of the building and up to room 26.
"So what's with the boys uniform?" I asked, and then slapped a hand across my mouth. What if she was a cross dresser and got offended when asked that? I mentally scolded myself for not having a filter.
She laughed at my outburst.
"It's a long story, but almost everyone in my school thinks I'm a boy. And if you don't mind keeping a secret, I'd like to keep it that way." Haruhi smiled timidly at me.
I shrugged, "sure. Do any of the other exchange students know you're a girl?"
"Only the boys on the trip, it's kind of a long story." She said as I unlocked the door to room 26 and dropped Haruhi's suitcase on the second bed that my step-father had insisted I had put in here for the exchange partner. I was kind of grateful that I wouldn't have to sleep on the floor for two weeks.
"I've got time," I smiled. "Dinner is in a couple of hours."
Haruhi explained the whole story from start to finish, the host club, the fact that she only attended Ouran through a scholarship, even her father being a cross-dresser. She also told me about her mother, and I sympathised and informed her about my father.
She then asked me about my family, and I explained about my mum, my step-father - Marcus - and his two daughters. I told her about how spoilt they were and how they lived only a short car rides away and how I had chosen to live in the dorms instead of at home.
It was surprising how easy it was to talk to Haruhi and the hours swiftly went by.
Another bell rang around the school and I stood up, checking my watch.
"That's the bell for dinner, we have to go to the dining hall now."
We walked in a comfortable silence to the dining hall. When we reached it, it had been made apparent that all of the male Japanese students had been ditched by their exchange partners, and the female Japanese students sat surrounded by English boys on a table further away.
Haruhi rolled her eyes at the boys. I knew from her story that these were the boys from the host club.
"I'm not at all surprised that their hosts have given up of them already, they're a lot to handle."
We grabbed some dinner from the canteen and then joined the boys at the table.
They all turned to look at me.
"We were told that the Japanese students didn't usually sit with the English students." A small blonde boy said. He looked way too young to be here.
"Yeah well whoever told you that was lying." I said bluntly as I sat down.
The boys shot nasty looks at their partners, all apart from Arabella's partner - Kyoya. I raised a questioning eyebrow at him.
"I requested to sit over here, the girl I have been partnered with is a nightmare." He answered my silent question boredly.
I silently laughed at this, he's quick to catch on.
"Everyone," Haruhi called down the table, "this is my host - Summer."
She then pointed out everyone around the table.
"Tamaki, the Hitachiin twins - Kaoru and Hikaru- Takashi Morinozuka - we call him Mori - and this is Honey." She said smiling at the small blonde boy.
"And this is Usa-chan!" Honey giggled, holding up a cuddly toy rabbit.
"So what kind of name is summer?" One of the twins asked harshly.
"Sounds like a commoner's name" the other added.
"That's because I am a commoner." I laughed and then furrowed my brows at nothing in particular. "Well I was..."
Kyoya flipped through his notepad and then started reading from one of the pages.
"Summer Herman-Smith, daughter of Eleanor Blackwell and Thomas Smith. Now step-daughter to multi-millionaire - Marcus Herman. Two step-sisters, daughters of Marcus Herman and his first wife - Helen Brown. Now divorced for five years, Summer is seventeen and has attended Fickleberry Academy for four and a half months. Born 2nd September, 1995."
I swiftly closed my gaping mouth.
"Someone's done their research." I mumbled towards my food.
Kyoya just smirked, and his glasses glinted.
"Did I leave anything out?" He asked, skimming his page of notes.
"Well you neglected to tell everyone what colour underwear I've got on today." I batted my eyelashes at him sarcastically.
The Hitachiin twins simultaneously sprayed the water they were drinking from their mouths and started laughing.
"I like her," one said.
"Yeah! Why did Haruhi get the fun host?" The other pouted.
The twins started complaining how they weren't even staying in the same house and the six of us started talking.
I say six because Kyoya sat brooding and writing in his notepad occasionally and Mori just smiled at some things, and sometimes nodded.
I hadn't heard him talk at all yet.
It was getting close to half eight and beginning to get dark outside, Haruhi and I said goodnight and walked back to the girls accommodation building.
Urgh, that was mega effort to type.
'Snot even that long for christ's sake.
Now I have to go deliver leaflets to every house in my village -,- If only I had lots and lots of money to hire people to do it for me :'(
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