Ouran's Fresh Face (OHSHC Fanfic)

"Today is going to be special!" I tell my reflection in the mirror. Brushing the knots out of my blond hair, I go over my class schedule in my head.

1st Period: Japanese Literature 

2nd Period: European Studies 

3rd Period: World Culture 

4th Period: Japanese History 

5th Period: Advanced Mathematics 

-- Lunch -- 

6th Period- ... 

6th Period...

WHAT'S SIXTH PERIOD?

Oh, wait. 

That's my study hall! 

I must really be out of it if I can't even remember study hall! I thought to myself. 

I finished off my hair with a bright yellow bow to go with my adorable school uniform, then walked out of my room and down to the Grand Hall to receive my books. My favorite maid, Karunai, was waiting with my backpack and a fresh baked muffin. "Have a splendid day, Hearow!" She called after me as I walked out the front door.

I could barely contain my excitement as my limo pulled up to the giant pink school known as Ouran. I opened the door and tried to jump out, but was forced back by my seat-belt! "Oof!" I exclaimed as I temporarily lost my breath. I hurriedly unbuckled myself and got out. Slinging my backpack over my shoulder, I ran up to the school to find my friends. I spotted Kacey and Okari seated beneath a cherry tree, looking over their schedules.

"Hearow!" Kacey said joyfully as I sat down. "Okari and I were just checking to see if we have any classes together. We already know neither of us has any classes with you, because you're in all advanced classes. " She explained. She brushed her frizzy brown hair behind her ear and returned to looking at Okari's schedule.

"What took you so long, Hearow? I was expecting you to be here before most of the teachers!" Okari laughed, his shaggy black hair bouncing around as if laughing with him.

"Oh, you know, had to look my best for my first day as a second year! Daddy would kill me if I didn't look like a proper lady. So, did it work? Do I look like a proper princess?" I asked, striking ridiculous poses to show off my looks.

"Absolutely!" Kacey and Okari exclaim together. I hug them hard just as the bell rings.

"I'll catch you two at lunch, alright?" I ask. They both nod, and I run off to my first class.

Japanese Literature, room 243. I tell myself. I spot it at the end of the hall and dash in, taking my seat in the third row back, right by the window. I take a look around the classroom at all of the other advanced students. I only recognize a few from last year, but I don't know any names.

"Alright, class, settle down." The instructor started as the bell rings. "There is so much to cover, and so little time, so I expect all of you," he paused here, his eyes sweeping the room. "To do as you're required. Now, please take out the appropriate textbook and begin to study the structure of-" He stopped. I  lifted my head up to see him looking at the doorway. As if we were one, the entire class turned to see what he was looking at. Standing in the doorway was none other than Kyoya Ootori.

"My apologies, professor. I was taking care of some very important business for my club." Kyoya bowed. He looked up, awaiting an answer from the instructor.

"Take a seat, Mr. Ootori. Do not let this happen again, or there will be a problem." Kyoya scanned the room looking for a seat, and found one behind me. As soon as he sat down he started scribbling away in his little black notebook. "As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, please study the structure of a Japanese renga poem."