Waiting On the World to Change (an Ouran love story)

The Beginning

-Misora's POV-
The sun shines brightly through the sheer, gray curtains. I open my drowsy eyes slightly, using my hand as a shield against the searing light. 'What time is it?' I think hazily as I rise to a sitting position. Looking around my purple, black, and grey room. My eyes fall on my open laptop laying at the foot of my bed. 'Oh, I shouldn't have stayed up so late on Tumblr last night.' I yawn as a sharp knock on the door sounds.

"Yeah, come in." I lay back on the mountain of pillows and covers. I hear the door open followed by heavy footsteps. I turn over as the covers that were once covering me, fall to the floor. "Ugh! Berta, I'm tired, let me sleep."

Berta is my personal maid. She has been since i was born. Berta is a short, plump German woman with the will of a lumberjack. She has a thick accent when she speaks but her Japanese is perfect. I love her like a grandmother and I can talk to her about anything. This is very convenient considering I don't have any friends.

"No. Up now." She grunts. Did I mention she is super stubborn?

"Ms. Inoue, your first day at Ouran Academy starts in exactly 1 hour, 19 minutes....." she looks at her watch "19 minutes and 33, 32, 31-"

I cut her off and stick out my tongue. "Do you have to be so damn exact? Plus, how many times have I told you to just call me Misora?"

This was Berta I was talking to, so of course she has an exact answer for that "217 times in the past 2 months madam."

I groan and pull the covers off the floor and over my head.

"Up!" she repeats as she takes my covers and leaves the room.

~~~~~~~~SHORT TIME SKIP~~~~~~~~

As I rinse the suds off my body I hear Berta on the other side of the door.

"55 minutes Ms. Inoue."

I wrap a towel around my waist length hair as i call back to her. "IT IS JUST MISORA!!"

I honestly can't stand people calling me Ms. Inoue, it really pushes my buttons.

I slip on my robe and leave the bathroom.

I near my bed and as I get closer, I see a blob of yellow fabric on my black bed spread. I pick up the yellow monstrosity, and shake it a bit. I'm not sure why but i thought it might move.

"Hey Berta? What the hell is this? Did the sun shit on my bed?"

Berta, who was stood by the door, spoke the word I hated most when starting a new school. "Its your new school uniform"

I can't help it, I was thrown into a fit of laughter. "You have got to be fucking kidding. They want me to wear this? That's a real funny joke you got there, Berta"

But, Berta wasn't laughing. "Please watch your language." She grumbles. "Now, put it on and get to school"

Ha, like that's gonna happen.

After Berta leaves, I make my way to my closet. I remember reading that you didn't have to wear the uniform, and I sure as hell wasn't. 'There is no way I'm wearing that piece of crap around people.' I think as I pull out my favorite pair of stone-washed jeans, that were ripped up the right leg, along with a purple tank top that match the tips of my hair and a leather vest.

I stuff it all in my designer leather backpack. OK, so I like leather, sue me. Turning around and facing "it", I take a breathe as I try to resist the urge to gag, and put the dress on. "I cant believe someone actually made this." I mutter to myself and leave my room.

Walking down the stairs, I stopped on the second level to look at the portrait of my parents. My father had his hand resting on my moms shoulder as they smiled.