Hey guys, it's Fallon here. All I have to say I "Wow." I am surprised that in one day, on the first post of this story how many reviews I have received. I know it's only three but some of my stories got only three reviews by the 4th chapter. This feels like a big accomplishment. Oh! And for the people who have favorited, or have an alert for my story, thanks a bunch. More often than not, I am going to try and update daily, in the afternoon for the most part. Maybe five-o-clock or so. That is during the week. On the weekends, I might update from 0-2 times a day. Maybe a bit more some times. Each chapter I will aim for around 2000 words or more. If I don't live up to that, sorry, it might mean I am having a bad day. I don't know, so, thanks and here I go with the story.

A New Direction

~Host Club Room~

~Tamaki POV~

The echo of the host club door slamming pounded through my head as I watched the vase for this years auction fall to its death on the cold floor. It shattered and sprayed across the floor in every direction.

"Ah!" Haruhi sunk to her knee's looking mortified "Not again! Not again? Why!"

Hikaru was still shell shocked from the slap, and was now probing his cheek lightly with his fingers "She slapped me." He muttered staring at his hand.

Kaoru circled over to him "You alright Hikaru?" he question, trying to sound light about it, but he was really a bit concerned.

"She hit me." Hikaru responded, still staring at his hand.

I returned my gaze to Haruhi, who was looking hysterically at the sight of the vase broken on the floor. Hani and Mori ran over to Haruhi "Oh no! It's Post traumatic stress disorder! Get the cake Takashi!" Haruhi gave them a weird look.

Mori proceeded to run to Hani's secret stash of cake.

"Mommy?" I questioned.

Kyouya turned to me "What is it Daddy?"

"Who was that girl?" my arms crossed across my chest, and I sat down on the couch that was conveniently placed behind me.

Pulling out page from his clipboard, he began reading through it "Her name is Sam Nakamura. She lived in America, and then moved here because of a scholarship she got here and due to the fact her parents got jobs here for restoring older Japanese buildings. She is 5"0, bust B, hair color red, eyes green, and is described by her peers as 'A truly quiet girl who can open up to you in time.' Is that enough?" I nodded and he put it back in its original spot.

"Thank you Kyouya." I said, pondering why my father had not told me about the new student. I could have welcomed her correctly! Instead of those perverted twins who had sexually harassed her. My thoughts some how led me to remember the current situation and I booked it over to Haruhi "EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY MY LITTLE HARUHI! DADDY WILL TAKE CARE OF IT!" I hugged her, pressing my cheek to her face and she pushed me off.

"I'm am fine sempai. Stop sexually harassing me." She said venomously at me, her eyes burning with annoyance.

"AGH! MOTHER! HARUHI IS BEING MEAN!" I screamed at Kyouya, who ignored me. I ran over to my corner and began to cry into my shirt. "Why do you hate your own father!"

"Boss?" Said Kaoru, to me in my own personal corner "What are we going to do about the vase?"

"Yeah. What are we going to do? I sure as hell didn't break that vase, and I'm not paying for it." The bitter voice of Hikaru rang out, as he rubbed his cheek that was slapped.

I shrugged sniffling "I'll tell you when daughter stops being so cruel." Haruhi looked at me, and my face perked up, and then she looked away glaring.

"What do you think Kyouya? You manage the money." solicited Kaoru,

"The girl will pay for it some how." Kyouya said, a snake like smile pulling up his mouth. He had some idea brewing in his head, and I was scared for the girl.

~Somewhere in Ouran~

~Sam POV~

It was enough for me, to have no sense of direction (which explained why now I was aimlessly wondering the hallway's of Ouran) buy being sexually harassed is worse. I know, I should have kicked there asses then and there, but I wanted to make a good impression. So I shouldn't spaz. AGH! I feel so invaded! I thought this, sinking to my knee's "Where the fuck is the gym?" I muttered hopelessly into my shirt. AGH!

"Perhaps I could be of assistance…" The sound of an ominous deep voice sounded from behind me, and I turned slightly, to see a boy shrouded in a black cloak with a yellow hand puppet of a cat. There was a dark aura about this boy.

"Finally!" I screamed, taking the boys hand "Someone NORMAL!" my arms wrapped tightly around him and a whispered "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you…" I pulled away.

He looked disgruntled for a moment, and slightly surprised to my response "Uh…" he cleared his throat "You are looking for the gym, right?" He inched around me, and I nodded "I shall take you as far as I can, but then you will find a new guide." where I could see his mouth a smile creep up.

He began to lead me down hallways, which were all dark…. Oh well, the moment we made our way to the last dark hallway, he stopped "This is as far as I can take you. Your new guide will arrive soon."

I nodded, and bowed "Thank you very much… uh… Mr…." I never asked his name. How rude. "I'm sorry, what's your name?" I looked up, but he was already gone. Oh. Strange. I stood in spot looking for my new guide who he said would come. That's when a boy in messy clothes with red hair walked down the hallway. He passed me, and I reached for his shirt sleeve

"Um-" he spun around, a mean look on his face. He reminded me of my old school. Sigh. "Do you know where the gym is?" he looked at me, and then nodded.

"Yeah," he said, surprised for some reason "Follow me." He began walking down the hallway "So, are you a scholarship student?" he questioned, and I nodded.

"Yeah, I am."

"What's your name?"

"I'm Sam. Call me that, or Sammy." My full name was actually Samantha but it just was annoying to have more than two syllables in a name. So Sam, or Sammy.

"So, that makes you a foreigner?" He looked at me puzzled. Were foreigners strange here?

"I lived in America until a week ago." I stated bluntly.

"Oh." He seemed like he had nothing to say.

"So what's you name?" I asked walking closer to him.

"Ritsu Kasanoda. Oh, we are here." He sounded a bit upset, but he pulled me to the door, and looked at me, unsmiling "Here you are."

"Thank you very much." I said bowing "It's nice to know there are some normal people in this school, Kasanoda." I stood up straight and rolled my eyes.

His face turned red "Um- Uh, yeah. Uh. I have to go." He ran off.

~In The Gym at Ouran~

For the past 15 minutes I had been sitting on the bleachers waiting for gym to start. It was my first class, and I was ready. I would be able to use this climate to my advantage. For many years, I have been surprisingly good at gym. Not sports that involve teams though. Anyway, it could be a way to meet new people. Make friends. You know; the basics. I would just try and connect.

That's when the new gym teacher came in. He was tall, muscular, and mean looking I shivered. Scary. He had scowl on his face, and I don't think he was happy at the sight of me with out a uniform because he glared at me.

"IN LINE!" He yelled, and everyone quickly got into a line formation. I was the last to get there because I was not aware of this procedure. He walked by all of us slowly, like we were prey. I did not want to be eaten alive by a gym teacher, so I stood still and tried to blend "Today, we are starting the gymnastics unit." Everyone groaned but me. When I began to ice skate, I had to start doing gymnastics to improve my flexibility. I never went far in it, but it was easy to me "We will be working in teams of three on the account we need spotters. I will be picking the teams out of this hat." He picked up a hat on the table beside him, and began to call out names of people. He called my name "Sammy," he picked another name "Hikaru," and he picked one more name "Kaoru." He looked over at the two red heads smirking in the corner and sighed annoyed "Why does this always happen when I pick names randomly?" He muttered "You three are a group."

I stared in fear "Um, a… Mr." I tried to remember what it said his name was on the list "Mr. Tanaka," his face was not appalled at the name so it must have been his "Is it really necessary that I-" his glare silenced me and I looked down.

"What? Are you bad at sports?" I didn't respond. No. I was not too bad "Well guess what? That is just too bad. You're with those two. I don't care." He began stalking away and I reached out helplessly in his direction.

"Ugh…" I muttered. Putting my head in my hands I took a deep breath and felt hands go on my shoulders.

"Hey." It was the twins, and I glared up at them, on account of my height.

"If you let me drop on the balance beam, sexually harass me or anything else, sware on your early graves that I will kill you." I said glaring. They just laughed.

"Okay Sammy! Hahaha!" How lighthearted they were bothered me. They began to walk over to one of the balance beams and I followed seething. Hikaru was walking faster than Kaoru, who walked at my pace.

"Don't worry about me dropping you," he whispered "But I might worry about him." I looked up at him, and he had a sweet smile on "He's still a bit sour about the slap."

"Oh." I said surprised "Thanks Kaoru." He stopped and I walked ahead to Hikaru. "So who's first?" I said leaning on the beam.

"You." Said Hikaru with a smirk.

I sighed "Fine." I backed up from the side of the beam and went by the little… I forget what it was called, but I called it a spring board. I ran forward jumped on it and did a walkover onto the beam. I kept my balance, and stood there, looking down at the twins who looked up at me curiously "Now what?" I asked.

They told me the routine, which was easy for me, but I almost fell off on the cartwheel. When I did almost fall off, I felt arms around me, and looked up to see Kaoru "Be careful. You don't want to get hurt."

"Okay…" I whipered quietly, looking up into Kaoru's eyes. They were gold with streaks of light brown and honey. My face turned slightly red, and I looked down and away from him, standing up.

They then both had there turns, and when Kaoru fell off the beam onto Hikaru's side something weird happened.

"Kaoru!" Hikaru said to Kaoru who was seething in his arms "Are you okay? Speak to me! Kaoru!"

"I'm fine Hikaru… I just…" he tried to stand up, and wobbled so Hikaru steadied him.

"No! Your not fine!"

"Yes I am. I'm just dizzy." Kaoru whispered.

"I'm sorry…" Mumbled Hikaru "I just don't want you to get hurt." They then hugged, and clapping sounded from behind me. A large group of girls were clapping with tears in their eyes.

"What the hell?" I muttered, rubbing my head. This school was sure as hell strange. Whatever was going on, I still did not get it at all.

Mr. Tanaka blew his whistle and told everyone to go and change and get off to the next class. I just left the room instead. I didn't need to change because I did not own a uniform. I don't know why I would even need one. I barely was sweating at all. And why was I paired with the pervs in gym? Why were they even in my class? They looked older. Why couldn't I be paired with the kid in the cloak or something? Or have a female partner who I could chat to normally. I just really hope they are not in any more of my classes. One class with the twins was enough for me. Anymore classes and I might lose it.

Sigh. After a few minutes, I was walking through the hallways still, staring at the map I was prepared to rip apart in my hands. I could draw a map better than this. A monkey with a crayon could do better than this. Ugh. I would so be late to English. I would be late to everything. Maybe I needed GPS. Or something that might help a bit at least.

Fallon: Okay. Now that that is done with I would like to make an announcement of the sort. Okay. Here is how this story is going to work. At the beginning of the chapter will be a note, and at the bottom will be a poll for the end of the chapter or something that I want you to comment on at the end. So to start today, I need to ask, what do you think of my story. I am still just starting out, so I just want to have my viewers to critique me in my writing. And one more thing; the characters. Are they being realistically portrayed? If not, how could I improve this? And any suggestions for the general story?