Hiding Away (Ouran HSHC)

Chapter One

Your P.O.V.

I sighed as I stood up from lying under the tree I was looking at the sky from. I had been resting there for nearly 45 minutes and decided I should probably get my class schedule. I passed the large fountain outside and headed straight for the principal's office according to a small, simple map.

I walked down the long hallways, my short silver hair covering my right eye. I ignored the stares and kept looking straight ahead as I walked, already able to guess they were curious who this 'new kid' was. I could feel a glare instinctively forming on my own features as I thought of this morning's little event.

Flashback

I was walking out of my room after I had gotten dressed in a light sundress as I was slammed up against the wall by my uncle, a usual occurrence at 6 a.m. I could smell the alcohol in his breath and the smoke from his jacket. 'So he was out all night AGAIN. Great.' He sneered at me as he pressed his arm tighter across my neck and leaned in closer so I couldn't turn away.

"So you start school today, you little brat. Seeing as how I am the amazingly kind person I am, I decided I would respect my sister's will and use the money she granted to your education to get her into the school she wished. Arin? No...Orange?"

"Ouran Academy." I stated plainly, resisting the urge to roll my eyes.

"What was that you little brat?!" he spat in my face as he grew angry with me for not showing him 'proper respect'.

"Ouran Academy, sir." After I said this he pressed even harder to the point where my feet were barely touching the floor and I could hardly breathe.

"Sir is right you ungrateful little nuisance!" He let go of me and I dropped to the floor, gasping for breath. He yanked my hair up so I was looking up at him, unsatisfied when he didn't see any trace of pain or tears. "However, as you should recall, you will be attending as a male student seeing as how the entrance fee is less than the girl's. And don't you DARE think about letting anyone know about your little secret or all of your mother's, sister's, and father's precious belongings will be burned. Got that?!"

"Yes, sir." He laughed as he dragged me into my room and had my aunt come in and tightly wrap my chest. She left me to change in the guy's uniform. I stared in the mirror as I slowly traced the shape of the little heart locket that belonged to my mother. I smiled slightly to myself as I took it off and gently placed it into the secret compartment in my bag. My most precious possession. It contained a picture of me, my mother, father, and sister when I was 6. I sighed as I took the extra bandages that were left over to cover the bruises, cuts, and scars down my arms and on my stomach. Before you think I cut or self-harm, they are all from my uncle and aunt. They see me as their play toy and love to torture me. I am harmed in several ways daily, and usually hourly when I am home. I try to stay out of the house as much as I can, usually visiting little parks and my family's grave.

"I'm done, madam," I called out after I had gotten dressed. She walked in smirking as her hairdresser walked in behind her. She roughly sat me down and made quick work with chopping off my long hair so it was now just past my ears and was a slight bit longer in the back with lots of layers and a cluster of bangs covering my right eye. 'Not too bad...' I thought, as I studied my hair with my cold red eyes. My aunt nodded in approval and they both walked out. I sighed as I slowly walked out of the house and towards school, not minding that I would be an hour early. I only lived a couple minutes away, so I stopped at the convenience store on the way for breakfast.

Present

I sighed as I walked up to the principal's office, remembering the last six months of training of how to act, speak, and carry myself as a guy. People were so convinced of my behavior that on my way to school, I saw several girls whispering, giggling, and even blushing as they looked at me, only adding to my displeasure.