Ouran's new Teacher

New teacher

Mom, dad im leaving now I say heading to the door.
My baby is leaving us my mom yells as she runs at me and traping me in a tight hug. I sweat drop at her words. Mom its not like im moving out. All im doing is going to school I say as my dad cuts in. Yes but is not everyday that you see 17 year old teacher. Give your mother a break. I know I know I say as I give my dad a kiss on the head and my mom kiss on the cheek. But I have to go now or I'll be late I say running out the door waving to my parents.

I get on my motorcycle put on my helmet and ride away. Soon im so far i cant see my house.

Really, pink??? Why is the school pink? Like I don't have a problem with it but out of all the colors why pink? I park my motorcycle grab my bag and walk into the school. Not going to lie the inside of the school looks good. A little too fancy for my taste but you could tell that the Architects knew what they were doing.
Before this I already met with the chairman so I already know my way around the school.
I stopped in front of one of the classroom doors unready to walk in.
There's a couple of things to worry about like number one I'm 17 who's going to listen to a 17-year-old teacher. Second I'm black, more like half black but that doesn't matter. What if they don't like me because I'm half foreign. I push all of the worry down and walk into the classroom and before I know it all the sounds and chatter stop and all eyes are on me. Hello nice to meet you all my name is Micah Micael, any questions. Surprisingly most of the students eagerly raised their hand. A point at a random student. Are you a student. No I answer. Im your new teacher. All the students look at me in shock. But you look so young a blond haired boy blurted out. Well I am 17.
Pure shock comes across everyone's faces as I talk. I finished college at 16 so I chose to be a teacher. So I may be your age but I'm still your teacher I say. Are there any more questions. A raven haired boy raises his hand and I pick him. May I ask where you from. I was waiting for that question to be honest ever since I was little I've been asked that question. Well I was born in the states but if you're talking about my race I am half black and half Japanese. Now you may not see the Japanese part but that's probably because I'm too Brown and my hair covers my eyes. But trust me if you were to see my parents you would understand I say with a chuckle in my voice. So in other words I'm a little foreign. From the food I eat to what I like to wear to even what my hair looks like as you can see. The rest of the class was just full of questions about what I like to do, why I chose to be a teacher, and what my culture is about. After a bit of time the bell rang. Oh and just to know this is English class so you're going to be learning how to speak English and you're going to learn some history with it too be prepared I say as some of the students walk out the door to their next class. Before I leave the classroom I see the blonde boy and the raven haired boy staring at me. That's kind of unsettling I think to myself as I walk out the door.

Later in the day around lunch I was walking to the Courtyard when I spotted a brown haired girl walking carrying bags. Hello there need any help by chance I say taking some bags off her hands. That would be very much appreciated she said sighing.
After walking and talking with her for a little bit I learned that her name was  Haruhi Fujioka. You're the scholarship student I heard all about I say with the enthusiastic voice. Yep that's me she says. While talking we get to a pair of doors. Before I open these doors I would like to say sorry haruhi says with a guilty tone as she opens the doors.
Before I know it there's a group of guys with roses in their hands.
Welcome they say in unison.
I froze where I was standing while flower petals flew at my face. There's definitely something wrong with this school.