A/N: HELLO FRIENDS! I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK! Man, I haven't been on here in forever! Here's a new story, and it's an Ouran HSHC one this time! :D YAY!
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club, although I really wish I did. I only own my OC. :)
It's not easy not being the smartest kid in school; or not the most wealthy, or not the most pretty. People think these things don't usually matter, but at Ouran High School—I prefer to call it the school for the rich and snobby—those things matter. They matter a lot. It's basically this: If you're not rich, then you must be a peasant, and if you're not smart, then you obviously don't belong here. Well, whoop-dee-frickin-doo.
Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating. I guess I should start this off a different way: Hi. I'm Emiko, and this has been the worst school year of my life, and I'm not exaggerating when I say that. I don't even know why I accepted when that stupid letter came in the mail. Yes, I'm smart; yes, I take all honors classes; yes, I'm an honor student. Did that mean I wanted to go to Ouran High School? Not necessarily. I thought it would be nice; I hated the current school I was in, anyway.
So I accepted; it was the biggest mistake in my life.
First off, I saw the uniforms. I refused to wear anything that made me look like a pastry, so I simply ordered the boys' one with my parents signature. People often mistook me for a boy, anyway. Secondly, I'm shy and people see right through me, anyway. I hardly ever speak up in class, yet I get straight A's, which people think is strange.
Most importantly, I don't have very many friends. I've always been a bit of a lone wolf, but I wanted at least one shoulder to cry on; that one person to laugh and tease and gossip with. Everyone I knew had that blessing except me. I did have a friend once, but she totally blew me off one day because I was "too quiet and too boring". Yeah, stupid, I know.
The summer before I went to Ouran High School was a big one, both for me and my family. My older sister, Natsuko, was taking a drive with a friend on a hot July day when some drunk driver collided into them, and the car skidded off the street and rolled over multiple times down a hill. No one survived that crash. My sister was even wearing a seatbelt, yet she died on impact.
I cried for weeks. For the rest of the summer, I didn't do what everyone else did. Instead of going to the mall or movies, I stayed home and watched bad cartoons. Everyone went to the lake; I stayed in my room all day doing nothing in particular. I went into Ouran on the first day of school with a broken heart, a bad attitude, and a miserable outlook.
It was gonna suck.