Love Isn't Always Fair (Ouran Fanfic)
Miya Hoshi is a misunderstood 14 year old girl that lives in America. She is the daughter to a famous fashion designer and a major electronics company owner. Not wanting anything to do with her family's wealth, she insists on going to a public school. Her parents are very disappointed with her actions and behavior so they send her to Japan where she starts attending Ouran Academy....
Moving to Japan
"What do you think she was doing? I made a maid keep an eye on her and you know what she said? She said she wasn't even in her room till one o'clock!" I heard my mom say in an angry voice.
I looked threw the French doors and saw my parents arguing about something. I could easily guess what they were talking about.
"Well what do you want me to do Yuri?? We tried talking to her about it, tried convincing her, and even grounded her for an entire week!!!!" my dad yelled back.
"I've been telling you this for months now!! She should go there!! It's the only way!!" my mom said. I put my ear on the door to try to hear some more. "What do you think the others are saying about us behind our backs just because of her?" my mom said bitterly.
I sighed. I was just hearing the same crap they always rant on about. I opened the door and walked inside to try to calm them down, but I started feeling nauseous. I ran to the closest bathroom I could find and threw up. I heard some footsteps behind me and when I turned around, I saw my parents, both crossing their arms frowning down at me.
"What happened??" my mom asked.
"Um...I just vomited..." I replied as I washed my face.
"Why? Did you eat something bad? Miya, please tell me you haven't been eating those greasy bad quality commoners food again," my mom said as she sighed.
"I'm fine. Thanks for asking and worrying about it," I said bitterly and stormed out of the room.
"Miya! MIYA!" I heard my mom yell at me.
"What are we going to do with that child?" my dad asked.
"I donâ€™t know. She will never be like her twin Maria if she keeps acting like this," I heard my mom reply.
I ran all the up to my room and opened one of the double doors. I shut it hard after I got in. I was pissed. My dad had said "that child" as if he was trying to say "that lunatic".
I jumped on one the hot pink colored lounge sofa from the back and sighed. They would probably never accept me for who I really was. They would do nothing but keep comparing me to my twin sister. Just because we were twins, they expected us to act exactly alike. And since she's the older one, they think I should follow her example. And when I had decided to go to a public school, my sister had had started laughing. She was going to a fancy expensive boarding school back in London. And my little brother was going to some sort of elite academy as well.
Whatever. I wasn't going to let this bother me. I grabbed a remote from the swivel glass coffee table and pointed it towards the wall in front of me as I pressed a button. A giant plasma TV slid down from the ceiling. I walked over to the counter on one wall and popped some popcorn. I sat back on the sofa, with my feet on the coffee table and watched some TV while munching on some hot popcorn. Soon enough, I fell asleep.
The next morning I woke up late. I had fallen asleep on the sofa and if the maid came in and noticed my bed was still made, she would definitely tell my mom and my mom would think I got out of the house again. I got up and took the five steps up the raised platform of my room to my bed. I jumped on it and pulled the silk bedspread off. I got back off and looked at the bed. Yea...looks messed up enough for someone to believe I was sleeping on it.
Now for school... I lazily walked to the bathroom. I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth. I walked into my closet and dug through all my drawers to find my favorite t-shirt. It was purple and said "Don't judge me, just hate me" across it. I put it on with a pair of boot cut jeans and brown furry boots. On my way out of the closet, I grabbed one of my denim jackets and tied it around my waist. Before I walked out of the closet, I looked at my full length 3-way folder. My long midnight brown hair looked tangled up. I grabbed a hairbrush and brushed it down making it straight. I opened the drawers with my makeup in it and put on some eyeliner and lip-gloss. Done.
I looked at my watch and ran out my room and locked the doors. I ran downstairs to the kitchen. "What would you like for breakfast, Ms. Hoshi?" a maid asked as I walked to the kitchen.
I rolled my eyes. "I think I have the ability to make a bowl of cereal myself," I replied. I looked threw the cabinets for my favorite cereal. "Excuse me, Sarah," I called one of the maids.
"Yes, Ms. Hoshi?" the maid asked.
"Um..,Where is the box of Coco Puffs cereal?" I asked as I searched from one kitchen cabinet to another.
"Your mother had asked to get those thrown out," she replied.
"Great. Now what am I supposed to eat for breakfast?" I asked.
She offered me some French toast.
After breakfast I walked to the front entrance of the house to leave to school. I opened the door and saw my dad getting in his car. I hid behind a bush so he and his driver wouldn't see me. Or else he would insist on me going with them. I waited until the car left and walked to my best friend Zack's house. From there we took the bus to school.
The school day went worse than usual. Some kid stole my homework and asked if I would get my lawyers to sew. Then a girl purposely threw some spaghetti at me and told me to get one of my "personal tailors" to make me something else to wear. And then another kid made me miss the bus and told me to call a limo to pick me up. I hated how everyone always thought of me as a filthy rich spoiled brat. I hated it because the people never even bothered to get to know me.
Only Zack did. Back in elementary school, when we first moved to The States from London, there were absolutely no kids that wanted to know me for me. Only because my mom was a famous fashion designer and because my dad was a famous electronics company owner. All the kids thought of me as spoiled. Some would pretend to like me only because they thought I would get them arrested by some sort of private police if they were mean. But of course that was only in 4th grade. Now the kids know that I don't use my family's wealth and power for anything. And they use that advantage.
And then there's Zack. I remember the first time we met was after his mother had died. I could tell he was in a lot of pain although he had told me that he and his mother had never got along. He had told me I could see through almost anyone. And he's been my closest friend for about three years now. I always helped him out with any of his problems and he did a good job at comforting me when I was in pain.
When I got home, I found my parents waiting for me in the main living room. I put my bag down next to one of the stairs when a maid came and told me my parents wanted to talk to me. I grabbed an apple from the kitchen and found my parents calmer that usual.
"What's up?" I asked them as I took a bite off my apple.
"Sit down, Miya," my dad said with a calm voice. "You're mother and I have been talking."
I rolled my eyes. This was just one of those weekly lectures they gave me about how I should start acting better and have more respect and blah blah blah.
"We're tired, Miya. We're tired of trying to change you're act. We're tired of people talking behind our backs about us having a daughter that goes to a public school and shows nothing but rebellion," my mom said.
"So...you're finally going to give up on that?" I asked half hopefully.
My mom laughed. "No, no, no. We're sending you to Japan."
My eyes got wide. "Japan?? Why would you-" they cut me off before I could finish. "You will live there until you start acting like the aristocrat child that you are," my dad said.
There was a moment of silence.
"So...am I going by myself?" I asked.
"Sarah will be going with you. She has been working for the Hoshi family for over fifteen years. I trust her most," my mom replied.
I grinned. This could be a chance for me to get away from my parents and siblings. I'm gonna go along with this...for now.
"We have a mansion there that you can stay at. And you will be attending Ouran Academy. You can Start your second middle school year in April. We already have you enrolled and got your uniform," my dad said.
"UNIFORM??" I almost shouted.
"Well of course. It is an elite private academy," my dad said.
Great. A school full of bunch of spoiled brats.
"Wait, did you just say April??" I asked remembering him saying that but not wanting to believe it.
"But that's next week!!" I told him.
"Next week is when you're starting school. You're leaving to Japan tomorrow," my mom replied.
"Why so soon???"
Both of them sighed in unison. "We can't stand seeing you like this. Look at your shirt!! Where did that stain come from??" my mom asked as she looked at my clothes in disgust.
I told her about how I got spaghetti thrown at me earlier. And since I had nothing else to wear, I just wore it home with the giant stain on it. My mom just sighed and told me to start packing.
I went upstairs and Sarah brought me my bags and helped me pack my clothes. I packed my personal belongings myself. I opened the drawer next to my bed and pulled out two photo albums the size of an encyclopedia books. Most of it were me and Zack and the rest were pictures of me and my twin. Since we were identical, everyone struggled to tell us apart. It didn't really bother me that much but I really hated it when someone me mixed me up with my sister, even if it was an accident. I put the two albums in one of the bags.
"Ms. Hoshi, your bags got full, I'm going to go get some more," Sarah informed me and left the room.
I walked into my closet. More than half my clothes were gone. I opened the drawers and saw my t-shirts still there. Sarah came back after a few minutes and I started packing them in the blue suitcase while Sarah was emptying out my makeup drawers. It took us about four hours to finish packing everything.
I jumped on my bed and sighed heavily. How was I going to tell Zack that I'm leaving tomorrow? I'm not sure what he would say or do. He was very understanding but he sometimes had trouble trying to control his emotions. I closed my eyes and thought about this for a while and decided...that it's best if I just don't tell him at all. If he emails me or calls me, I could just tell him that I was forced to leave without informing anyone about it. It was possible that he would hate me for it.
The next morning Sarah woke me up early. And I mean EARLY. I checked my watch that I had fallen asleep without remembering to take it off. It was 6:49. I groaned and covered my bed with a pillow.
"Ms. Hoshi! Wake up already! We must get to the airport by 8:00!" Sarah said as she opened up the curtains, letting the sun hit my face.
"Ok, ok! I'm up! Please close that so I can actually open my eyes!" I complained.
I went to the bathroom and took a nice long shower just to waste some time and annoy my parents. By the time I got out it was around 7:20. I put on a pink tank top with a leather jacket and black flare jeans and extra high high-tops. I grabbed my blue hobo bag and fixed up my hair and makeup. Before I left, I took a nice long look at my room for the last time.
When I walked into the kitchen, there was no one there preparing breakfast. I walked into the main dining room and didn't see anyone there either. I ran around the house looking for my parents and any of the maids. I couldn't find anyone. There was no way they would forget me and leave; I was the one they were trying to get rid off.
I came to the front main entrance of the house and opened the door. There was the car and maids loading it with my suitcases. When Sarah saw me standing there clueless, she came over and told me my parents were in their room about to come.
"Hey what about breakfast? I'm hungry!" I said and my stomach grumbled.
She handed me a cup of Starbucks coffee and a chocolate donut.
"Caramel macchiato?" I asked and took the cup from her. She nodded.
After I finished my donut my parents came out. They looked like they were in a hurry to somewhere. They came and kissed me on the forehead, gave me a hug, and we said our goodbyes. It didn't take longer than a minute.
When we were in the car, Sarah asked me if I had told Zack that I was leaving. She probably asked that because I was looking a bit upset.
"He doesn't know yet," I told her as I looked out the window.
It was quiet. Then she asked, "Is there a reason why you haven't told him yet?"
I nodded but didn't bother explaining it to her. I leaned my head on the window and wondered what Zack would do when he finds that I'm all the way in Japan. It was a long drive to the airport but it took even longer time for the people to unload my luggage from the car. When we got there, we had to wait about an hour to get on the plane. Finally, when they announced our flight, I got up from my seat and started walking behind Sarah to get in the plain. Before I took any more than five steps, someone grabbed me around my wrist.
I turned around and my jaw dropped. "Zack?! What are you doing here?! How did you-"
He didn't say anything for a moment. He had such a sad look in his deep blue eyes, as if he would start crying any minute. "How would you like it if you came over to my house and someone opened the door and told you that I had left to a completely country?!" he said somewhat angrily.
My knees went weak and I thought I was about to faint. "I...I-" was all that came out of my mouth.
I thought he would yell at me some more but instead he threw his arms around my waist and I hugged him back. It didn't take long for me to burst into tears.
"I'm sorry! I just thought that it would be easier for both of us if we didn't have to say goodbye!" I cried as I hugged him even tighter.
He broke up the hug and put his hands on my shoulders. He opened his mouth to say something but the words wouldn't come out. "Look, Miya...I...um...just take care of yourself ok? And email me whenever you can," he said sorta awkwardly and patted my head. He looked at me in the eyes and wiped away my tears with his soft hands. Then he looked past my shoulders to Sarah who was standing right behind us watching the whole scene. I turned around and saw her waving at me to hurry up and follow her.
"I better get going," I picked up my purse and started walking her way. But before I took anymore steps, I ran back to Zack and kissed him on the cheek. He looked sorta shocked but smiled and said, "I'll miss you."
"I'm gonna miss you too," I smiled and waved as I left to board the plane.
This is the second fanfic I'm working on so PLEASE leave a comment about your opinions!!!