Howdy. It's me. I am updating today cause I want to. I have some writers block today and I am trying to get through it so I am going to be lazy today. Sorry.

The Compromise

~Outside Of Ouran~

Going to Ouran on a scholarship: hundreds of dollars.

School Books for Ouran: three hundred dollars.

Being late for every class and embarrassing yourself past repair: Priceless.

To sum up my day, I had gotten lost in every way imaginable. I needed to get to math class and ended up in the boys locker room. Then I got yelled at. My sense of direction is F-ed up. I am not even laughing at this. It's horrible. It's always been bad, and the "map" (AKA- A sorry excuse for a map), did not help in anyway what so ever. I hate it. I hate it. I HATE IT.

As I continued out of the schools general property through the gate, I was stopped by a pair of hands. I looked up to see the boy I saw this morning. It was the boy who had some sort of emotional attachment to his clipboard. I stared at him standing in my way, and side stepped him, but he countered my move.

"Um… Excuse me." I said trying to get past him, but he put his hand slightly below my collar bone.

"I'm sorry. Miss Nakamura, I need to speak with you." He said formally with a snaking smile.

"Um…" I said inching away from him, taking his hand and gingerly removing it from my skin "Such as?"

"Well," he said "When you left the host club today, when you slammed the door, a vase broke."

"And? It was not my fault at all." I said, really wondering why this was important to me in anyway what so ever. It wasn't my fault the vase fell.

"Actually, it was." The way this boy even said this was like he was trying to calm me, or say to someone who has a mental retardation "Your special." In a 'special' way. Not talented.

"How?" I was wondering how on earth this could possibly be my fault, but, apparently it was some how was.

He then proceeded to go into a long winded speech on how it was my fault, using a lot of personal information about me he some how got, and then asked "Do you have a passport?"

"Yes." If he knew so much on me, how did could he not know if I had a passport or not?

"Good for you." A snakish grin came up on his lips, and he began to walk away "I expect to see you in music room three tomorrow."

Hey guys. Sorry, It is hell week in school. And by week, I mean the next nine days. I know this is not much. And I'm sorry, but I am SO stressed right now. Sorry there is only a bit. I will update everyday, even if it's just a bit. Also, I if it isn't updated it is going to be a note. I really am, but okay. Now. Here is the pole of the day. What do you want to see in this chapter and, what is your opinion on religion vs. Anime? The last question was brought up by my friend who had her priest yell at her for watching anime.