Will anyone ever see these tears? (OHSHC Fanfic)

Will anyone ever see these tears? (OHSHC Fanfic)

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Ouran High School Host Club
"Pain killers can kill pain, But they can never kill the pain inside. Doctors can heal wounds, But they can never heal the scars. People can say sorry, But sorry can never change what happened." --xx~~xx-- That's the type of thing I've begun thinking about. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. *ahem* Hello, my name is Akari Faylen and I'm 16 years old. I'm your not-so-average high school student from Adams High; stares from everyone when I walk into a room, classic seat in the far corner of the classroom, people pulling pranks on me from time to time. Yup, just your usual days in the life of Akari! But now, we moved from America to Japan and we're going to the rich kid school, Ouran Academy. Damn it....I just can't wait to deal with these stuck up snobs! But there's something about me that people can't seem to get a grip on; I'm mute. --xx~~xx-- "Hey, did you hear about the new students?" "Yeah! I think they're coming today actually!" --xx~~xx-- "Hey, you should just ignore her. She's trouble." "Why do you say that?" "Well, she's just got this really creepy and depressing aura around her that makes everyone freeze up." "Why do you think she's like that? There must be a pretty valid reason to why a precious princess like her would be like that, right?" "I don't know, but she hasn't spoken to anyone ever since she got here. Honestly, probably the only ones who aren't freaked out by her is going to have to be her brother and sister." "Well, I'm going to try to talk to her!" "Good luck with that, Suoh." --xx~~xx-- DISCLAIMER: I don't own OHSHC or any of its characters. I only own the Faylen's and maybe some future OC's.
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