The Host Clubs Rose (A OHSHC Love Story)

Letter 2 Mom: 1

Dear Mom,

So, today is my big day. Grandma has signed me up to attend Ouran Academy starting my 2nd year of middle school, until I graduate my 4th year of high school.

Mom, I don’t think I can do it. I mean I know I’m an honor student and all but, rich kids don’t exactly like commoner girls like me. Will people accept me there? Will people make fun of my bright orange, curly hair? I don’t know what to expect mom.

By the way, I can’t believe it’s already been four years since I have moved to Japan. You would love it here! The cherry blossoms bloom every spring! And grandma buys me my strawberry pockys every time she goes to the store.

Arabella is doing okay. She and grandma’s enchanted violin have started liking each other the minute her and I arrived here. He’s okay, his name is Marcus and he was created by some caster in America. I don’t really ask more than that but; I have learned quite a few things from Marcus about Arabella that I never even knew. Like for example; Arabella doesn’t have to eat. (Even though she eats constantly).

Sorry mom if I ramble on in my letters but, there are so many things I want to tell you, that I’m only allowed to once a month. So, from now on I’ll only write to you the important things.

                                                Love you with all my music beating heart.

                                                                          -HRMC