Heartless

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KISS KISS FALL IN BLOOD.

That is the first thought I had this morning.

"Dany! Get up!" My maid called for me. "No! I don't wanna! It's way to fucking early for this shit!" I called back sleepily, mumbling half of my words so it sounded like "no, I dun wan. It ay tuh fuh-in uhlee fuh th."

Courtney came in and tore the covers off of me and sat me up straight, to which I just fell down again. "How late did you stay up?" She asked in her cute Australian accent. "Eleven..." I mumbled.

"The day after we move, your first day of school, you stay up till ELEVEN?! Honestly, Dany, what is wrong with you?" She sighed. "I was made to live in America." I huffed. "That's on the other side of the world!" She exclaimed. "Exactly. Explains why I'm awake at night and tired in the day, huh?"

"That makes a shockingly good amount of sense, but if we were in America, you'd do the same bloody thing!" She said, forcing my eyes to open at her made-up face in a fancy dress.

I got up and dressed in my underwear, then looked at the hideous yellow dress. "I knew you wouldn't like it, so I talked with the board, and they say it's alright if you wear the boy's uniform, you just have to wear a black skirt instead of pants." She said and I nodded. "Fair enough. Yellow was never a good colour on me." I said as I finished dressing, putting on the blue jacket.

I skipped out on breakfast, cos I get nauseous if I eat too early in the morning, and Courtney drove me up to the school in her shiny black car.

Students were already piling in, and I took my black jacket that I always had over me, and stepped out, hood up. "Be a good girl for me!" Courtney said, trying to kiss my cheeks. "No promises. Now fuck off." I grumbled.

"Your bad attitude is not going to get you far, young lady!" She scolded me with a smile. I turned and went up to the building.

People stared as I walked past, and I didn't care. I was different. So what? I made my way to my class, and took a seat in the back, putting down my bag and folding my arms on the table, putting my head in them, trying to get a few more minutes of needed sleep.

"Another one? First a new kid, and now another?" I heard a few voices say. Fuck offfff. Please. Thank you. Goodbye.

"Hey, new kid. Why are you wearing that jacket?" Two voices asked in sync, standing right behind me. "Cos fuck off, that's why." I mumbled. They obviously didn't hear me.

Class started, and I still hadn't raised my head. "Where is our new student?" The teacher asked, and I lazily rose my hand in the air. "Please stand. And do please take off that jacket, it's not in the dress code." The teacher said and I stood, grumpily taking off my jacket.

I heard a few people gasp and whisper around me. "She's so pale." "Wonder if she's sick." "What's up with her hair?" "Her eyes are really bright." "She has like, no colour in her skin!"

"I know you're a transfer student. Where from?" He asked. "England. Merry old United Kingdom." I said. "And you speak Japanese?" "My mom's side. Dad's side is English. I can speak both fluently." I shrugged.

"And why did you come to Ouran?" He asked. "Cos I had to." I shrugged. No more specifying, and no more questions. "Oh, lastly, what is your name?"

"Dany Stewart."