No Treatment for Love [Ouran Host Club Fanfic]

Chapter 2:: Music Room #3

Francesca Kiss

I stared out at the school, my eyes widening. Holy crap. This was a huge school. No wonder only the most wealthy and prestigious people went here. I wasn't going to fit in here.

Despite the fact that I was rich, I never acted like it. I ate at fast food restaurants, I made homemade gifts for my friends, I took online classes like a true home schooled kid. It was my parents who spent all my money. I started to get famous at the young age of thirteen, and three months into my first announcement of my tour, my parents left for exotic vacations. They were in Cancun, currently, spending all the money I earned. They both quit their jobs to waste my money together. It would be romantic if it weren't for the fact that the only family I had was Rose and her brother. And Brent. But I was angry at him, so I didn't include him at that moment.

I sighed, trying to remain patient. I had been waiting what felt like two hours for my class schedule. Technically, Rose and I would be entering our junior year in America, but since everything here was Japanese, we decided to join with the second years. That alone, of course, was trouble enough. They had thought we would join the third years, because Brent decided to forget that they didn't speak English in these schools. That moron.

I kept my fake smile on as I was handed my schedule. "We're so excited to have you here!" the man equivalent to the principle exclaimed, a bright smile on his face. "You and your associate, Miss Summers, will enjoy your stay, I'm sure of it! If there are any questions or concerns you have, please, let me know so I can take care of it."

I held back the comment biting at my tongue. It had to do with the removed music program, and I knew it wouldn't come out kindly. I merely widened my smile and nodded.

"Thank you for your kindness, sir," I replied, my face all ready starting to ache from how long I had been smiling. I should be used to it, though. I was acting twenty-four/ seven, pretending to actually care about my pop career and bubblegum image. As if.

I waved my goodbye and left with my schedule. Gosh, the girls' uniforms were dreadful looking. Yellow dresses that went up to my neck. I had all ready given my other uniforms to Rose to "fix". I was not going to wear this awful thing for longer than I had to.

By the time I got to my new room, which was directly next to Rose's, and supplied ever so generously by the school because they knew we wold have to stay in a hotel otherwise, Rose had finished and delivered the dresses. I was beyond relieved. She really had done an amazing job. The yellow dress was much less awful. The dress stopped three fourths of the way down my thigh and the sleeves ended just at my elbow, the white end flaring open stylishly. The poofy-ness of the top of the sleeves was completely gone, letting my shoulders be themselves. The absolute best part was the obnoxious collar was toned down to an oxford style, which I popped up casually. I let the red ribbon hang untied around my neck, admiring the buttons Rose so simply added at the top to let me appear to have a v-neck dress. God, I loved her. I looked, dare I say it, really good in this uniform, and I had Rose to thank.

After I was finished staring at myself in the mirror, I looked at my schedule. There was a letter at the top that read "B". I remembered reading up on the system of the school, and how the classes were determined throughout the school. "A" was for the elite group of people; those with high social ranking families or brilliant minds. "B" was one step below that. "C" was yet another step below that. Finally, "D" was the lowest class. It was where the less famous and not as bright students were placed. I glared at the paper. "B"? Were they joking? I couldn't believe I hadn't passed the test! I worked hard to be placed in the highest selection of bright students and I received a "B"? I stopped my anger quickly. If I was going to keep my profile on the down-low, I would have to deal with the "B". Maybe it was for the best that I wasn't with the most prominent and well known figures' children in Japan. I had to get over my brain failure and continue looking at my schedule.