Ouran fanfiction

Prologue

Prologue

“MISSTRESS ROSEMARY ITS TIME TO GET UP” the nurse screamed at me this morning, “just 5 more minutes...” I whined my head in my pillow I knew she wasn’t going to fall for that again because the last time I said 5 minutes, it was an hour until I actually got up. Giving in I sat up my long blonde hair falling in my face, the sun was streaming through my large windows the red roses on the table in the middle of the room looked like they were shining. Standing up and getting my blue silk dressing gown and matching slippers I walked over to the table and noticed a yellow dress on one of the chairs, it had a note on it:

Dearest Rose,

Sorry for the late notice but you have been transferred to Ouran Academy, your cousin Haruhi goes there, but she is in the year below you.

I have left the uniform on the table, it’s not as nice as the Lobelia uniform but I hope you will adjust.

Have Fun and please stay out of trouble, I heard that Mitskuni and Takeshi go there so you can always “hang out” with them if you don’t find anyone.

Lots of Love

Father

Putting down the note I picked up the dress, it was actually really soft, I would miss all my friends at lobelia and the Zuka club but I was sure I could adjust.

After getting into the dress and putting on the black shoes, I went over to my dresser and put on a bit of mascara. Putting the make-up necessary for the day in my bag I went down stairs to have breakfast.

“Morning Mum” I said happily, lucky for me I had inherited my mother’s looks, my dad wasn’t the prettiest crayon in the packet, my mother, Lavender Smith, is the daughter of the English fashion designer that is hitting Japan by storm and she had continued the family business, whereas my father Ichiro Omikado is the founder and manager of a major department store firm so he was away a lot. Sitting down at out long dining table I picked up a slice of jam toast and nibbled delicately at it “So Rose how are you feeling about transferring to Ouran today?” mum asked delicately, swallowing my toast and sipping on some freshly squeezed orange juice I answered in the most polite way possible “well seeing as I have only just found out about it, I am looking forward to the experience” my mum smiled her usual knowing smile, with that I decided it was probably best if I set off to school. “I will see you this afternoon mum” I said giving her a hug.

Walking out of the gate I was stopped by the butler running after me “MISSTRESS ROSEMARY” he was shouting “wouldn’t you…prefer…to…have…the…car….take….you….to… school?” he said between puffs. I shrugged and followed him into the car.

Settling myself down into the soft seats I checked how I looked,my father always told me that first impressions mean everything.

After a 5 minute ride we were at the gates of Ouran Academy it was a lot grander than I thought it would look. My phone buzzed in my pocket I looked down and found a message

ROSE WERE R U?!? UR LATE FOR PRACTISE!!!  BENIO X 

I closed the message I couldn’t be bothered to answer, this was time for me to start again.