Haruhi In Wonderland.

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Hi everyone so I just want to say thank you for all the comments and voting that you've all done and it's really appreciated as this is my first fanfiction EVER! I'd also like to mention that I have recently started another fanfiction that has gathered my attention a lot, but now I'm back. It's called Diabolik Lovers- Meet The Devil. You can give it a read by going onto My Works and having a look. I want to say thank you to everyone that has continued to read my stories and has been letting me know what they think through private messaging and actually messaging on the story. In my future chapters I will be writing a lot more two part sections which although may be annoying since they will hold a lot of cliffhangers and I have made loads of promises about updating and never actually sticking to it (I know I'm a cruddy admin) but this time I mean it. Once or maybe twice a week I will be updating both my fanfictions. I have three more chapters of this one in the works that are almost finished. So please keep reading. Don't forget to comment, vote and follow.

Almost the whole chapter is in Haruhi's POV as this is the dream that she has when sleeping in the club room, this isn't like the normal chapters I would write so please tell me what you think, Yuri will have a POV turn towards the end. Enjoy xxx.

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"Well I think we can safely say that your daughters future here at Ouran Academy is definitely secured and we look forward to having her. How do you find it Miss. Fujioka? Is it to your liking?" Said the head master. His face wasn't too clear so I couldn't see it too clearly, but he sounded kind. It reminded me of someone.

"Yes, it seems like a great school. I can tell I'm going to get a lot of studying done here." I said smiling.

"If you'd like you can go have a look around. Most of the students are gone for the summer, but nonetheless you may still meet some new friends." Said the man.

"But I..." I started, but instead I just got an encouraging look from my father.

"It's fine sweetie, you go and look and let Daddy deal with all the boring paperwork." Said my dad as I nodded and began to leave the room.

"She's so independent." Said the headmaster.

"Yes she certainly is. I just wish she would rely on me sometimes..." Muttered my dad as the door finally closed.

Where should I go? I've never looked around this place before, I haven't got a clue as to where I should be heading to.

I decided to start from the main entrance and work my way around. I looked out the vast windows to see the amazing view that the school brings. It's all so pink, which is one thing I don't get. Maybe to attract female students? Oh well. After walking for around twenty minutes I found my way to the music rooms, one room that caught my interest was music room#3 it didn't look any different just a bit bigger than the others. I walked around for a short time and tried to touch the piano, but before I could there was a little monkey that slapped my hand away and began to run away.

"Hey come back here!" I yelled. The little monkey was wearing a middle school uniform by the look of things. Weird.

When I turned around I'd noticed that the door I had come in from was completely gone! I looked around for another exit, but there was no such luck. I quickly picked up the monkey and questioned him.

"Get your hands off me commoner!" Yelled the monkey, he suddenly bit me and ran away grabbing a banana and shrinking down. I went to chase after him, but in the end slipped over and found myself landing in a... vase?

"Come back here!" I called, but the little monkey just laughed at me as he opened a small door. "Damn guy, how am I going to get out? This thing isn't budging!?" I tried to pull off the vase but nothing worked, so instead I thought I would go towards the little door and see what was happening. Once I opened the door I saw the little monkey speaking with a girl with long black hair, glasses and bunny ears? The monkey quickly ran away.

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