**DISCONTINUED** My Wilted Flower (OHSHC x Reader)

4: Day One!

  -One year later-

  I sat up, a cold sweat running down my spine. I tried to catch my breath. After a few minutes of sitting against my headboard, I finally calmed down, pulling the blanket off of me and getting out of bed. I sigh, another nightmare. (B/n) used to always help me through them... but he's not here anymore. It's already been a year. It's unbelievable. I wish I wasn't so stupid as to get distracted by a dumb butterfly. It should have been me. He should still be alive.

  I got dressed in the uniform of my school, Ouran High School. It would have been his first year. He'll never experience high school. I'll be alone in this new school; a second year with no friends. What am I to do? 

  I sigh quietly to myself, heading out of my room into a large hallway. What's the point? Why should I even go to school? 

  I go to the dining room, waiting patiently to be served breakfast. I could smell the delicious food being made in the kitchen. It smelt like... Bacon.. and pancakes. Oh, and some chocolate. The usual breakfast. I've gotten sick of it. I typically just take some bacon and leave, it's easier that way. I'm not particularly hungry, anyways.

  Once the food was brought out, I waited for the cooks to leave to grab a few pieces of bacon, eating them, and leave for school. My parents are busy with work, so I have the option to take a ride from the butler to school but I wouldn't want to bother him. Plus; I get to enjoy the early morning nature outside when I walk.

  Once outside, the crisp morning air hit my skin, making me shiver. It was a good wake-up call, that's for sure. I pulled my jacket closer to me, tightly holding my bag with my school supplies in it. Ouran is described as one of the most prestigious schools in Japan. Hopefully it upholds its reputation.

  When I arrived, I was certainly surprised at its size-to-student ratio. It was a large school compared to students attending. You could easily get lost in there. I stared at the school from behind their gates. It was impressive, to say the least. Taking a breath, I walked onto the courtyard where students were loitering about, chatting with their cliques and friends. They had not a care in the world, those damn rich people. They've never experienced anything even remotely as bad as what I've had to live through. 

  Sure, I've got money, but my life is different than theirs. Such ignorance in this school and I've hardly stepped a foot in here. They're arrogant fools, unaware of this dangerous world. I sigh to myself for the second time this day, deciding it best to ignore the imbeciles around me and just focus on finding my class.

  I slide my bag to my front and rummage through it, making sure to pay attention to where I'm walking at the same time because I don't want to run into anyone. I find my schedule in a timely manner, glancing at the room number: A-9. Shoving my schedule back into my bag, I look around for room numbers. I catch sight of one that says B-7. I decide to look up the large staircase. Here, the A classes were lined up in rows, naturally. I walk down the hall to A-9, a class right before the end of the hallway.

  I walk through the already open door to find the classroom nearly barren, there were few students in class. Perhaps I'm just early. I find a seat near the front, in front of a tall boy with short, black hair, and glasses on. I can't read his stoic expression. His eyes must hold most of his emotions, I suppose. Perhaps that's why he hides behind his glasses.

  In the tall ravenette's hand was a black notebook. It seems he uses it often, as it's open to a far off page. It seemed, in the second that I saw it, that he wrote in small lettering. His penmanship was certainly a beautiful font. It was a sort of formal cursive, like something you'd use to sign a legal document. 

  Eventually, the class filled and the day started. It was full of interesting individuals. Joining the tall ravenette with glasses was a tall blondie with quite beautiful violet eyes. He seemed very charismatic. Many of the females fawned over him and basically everything he did. To put it blatantly, it was sickening. These people were more annoying than I had thought. 

  As the day dragged on, life seemed even more unbearable. People tried to bother me. I'm glad it's only the beginning of the year, so I didn't have to go up and introduce myself. The girls of the class keep talking about this "Host Club" thing. Why the hell is there a host club? No, more importantly, WHAT the hell does a host club do? Why does it seem every girl loves it and every guy is jealous of it?

  For the third time, I sigh to myself. Out of acception of not understanding. It's not something I'm interested in, anyways. Why worry when you just don't care, anyways? 

Ayyyyyy Author-chan hereeeeeee I suck at uploading, obviously! Here's your long awaited chapter fourrrrrrr. Thanks