The yellow sun

Chapter 1

Don't worry. All is as it was meant to be. It was meant to be lonely and terrifying and unfair and heaving. Don't worry.
- night vale

I stared up at the bright pink school (it actually looked pretty nice) and breathed in. This was it, ouran Highschool. A new start.

I glared at my hands for a couple seconds, my mind in a turmoil. I could turn around leave right now, or I could open the gates and walk in.

Grunting, I made my decision. A quick glance over my outfit, a yellow hoodie and shorts (that were hard to see cause my hoodie was so long), I decided it would be alright for the first day.

Opening the gates, I made my way to the front doors of the school. Girls were whispering loudly about my appearance and who I was. I managed to block them out, and walked inside.

I had some trouble navigating the school, before I noticed the golden signs in every corner, telling me where everything was. That's
useful.

After about 2 minutes, (it's a big school) and climbing 3 sets of stairs, I found the AP office. Knocking, an overly sweet voice came from the other side.

"Come in sweetie"

Sighing, I opened the door and smiled at the guidance counselor.

"Hello mam, I'm here to get my schedule?"

"Yes yes, of course. What's your name?"

"Quinnten welagat"

"Alright..."

She paused as the schedule printed, before continuing her sentence

"Here ya go! Have a nice day"

"You too mam"

Walking outside the door, I sighed and walked to class. It wasn't too far away, and only took me about a minute to find.

Once I got there, I walked inside to find the teacher saying my name. She jumped in surprised when the door closed behind me, and she smiled

"ah, speak of the devil! Do you want to introduce yourself?"

I nodded, before walking to the front of the class room. I hesitated, before continuing on with a small introduction

"Uh, hello. My name is Quinnten welagat. I'm from Germany, so I might get some stuff wrong when it comes to respect, language, and anything else. I'm a gymna- I used to be a gymnast, and my favorite color is yellow. Although, pink is my second favorite color."

After the small introduction, I bowed to the class (a little bit jerkily) before walking through the aisles to find a seat.

A boy was gesturing me over violently, and I couldn't help but admire his blonde hair. It was a few shades darker than mine, but it was gorgeous and well taken care of.

I smiled politely at him

"you have wonderful hair"

he grinned and winked

"why thank you, princess."

Any politeness that was on my face dissolved, and I sighed

"please don't. Not unless you mean it, Kay? "

he seemed a little shook, but dropped it.

"Do you want to sit here? I can help you with homework and such"

"That would be nice, thank you." He grinned excitedly "my name is tamaki, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

I nodded in return.

The rest of the class period was filled with me asking a lot of questions, confused mumbling( from me), more than a few cuss words, and an annoying, blonde haired boy calling me princess. (Even though I asked him to stop multiple times)