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Chapter 1

It wasn't long before I found my first period classroom on my first day at Ouran Academy. I was used to big schools like these, and it wasn't all that hard to figure out the hallways and classrooms. I haven't had schools like this in America, but the schools here in Japan were basically the same thing.

As I stepped into my first period classroom, the teacher looked at me from her desk.

"Oh, you must be Violet Starr! It's an honor to have you in our class. I'm your English teacher, Ms. Aimi."

I looked up at her. "That's a beautiful name you have there Ms. Aimi. Aimi is a Japanese name meaning 'love beauty'."

The teacher looked at me in surprise. "Wow, for an American teenager, you sure know your Japanese very well. And I hear you're a very smart young lady, so we welcome you to class 1-A English. Now if you would go ahead and choose a seat of your liking, we'll get started when ready."

I looked behind me at the rows of seats, and saw two or three open ones. There was one way in the back of the classroom, but I didn't want to sit all the way back there – I wouldn't be able to hear the teacher. Then there was one way off to the side of the classroom, but I didn't want to sit there either – I wouldn't be able to see what was on the board. Finally, there was a seat in the middle of the classroom, and it was the one for me – I'd be able to hear the teacher, see what was on the board, and understand the lesson she was handing out.

I walked over to the seat and saw a boy to the left of the seat. Actually, I saw two of them – they were twins. I've never seen twins in my whole life before, but I thought it would be cool to befriend a set of twins. So all I had to do was say hello to them, and strike up a conversation.

But of course, I did the stupidest thing in the world – just sit in my desk and ignore them.

The twin sitting to my left stopped talking to his brother, turned in his seat, and looked at me.

"Oh, hey there. You're new here aren't you?"

I looked over at him, just to make sure that he was actually talking to me. I started to talk, but then cleared my throat – noticing that it was getting tight.

"Um y-yes, I am," I answered, looking down at the floor blushing.

"Hey, why are you turning red? There's no need to be nervous in here – we're friends," he smiled.

Friends?

"Alright class, settle down! We need to get on to our first book of the year, Romeo and Juliet," the teacher said, getting everyone's attention.

Everybody in the classroom moaned.

I looked around, and stood up. "You guys should take Romeo and Juliet very seriously! It's a great story, about a girl and a boy, whose love is a forbidden one."

Everyone looked up at me, but the twins and the teacher were the ones who had amazement in their eyes.

"Yes I know that almost all of you know the story of Romeo and Juliet, but have you ever put any feeling into the story? Boys, try putting yourselves into Romeo's shoes. And girls, try putting yourselves in Juliet's shoes. Then, imagine what it would be like to love someone you were never allowed to see again. And that you'd do anything, even die, for the one you love. So, what I'm trying to say is…read this book, put yourself into the book, and love the book. Thank you."

As I sat back down in my chair, the twins both stood up and clapped – with possible tears running down their faces.

"That was the most beautiful thing we've heard in a long time," they said in unison.

"Yes, yes, very beautiful!" the teacher said. "I think I'll give Violet here the chance to teach this class about Romeo and Juliet, what do you say class?"

The whole class cheered and chanted my name. It was my first day here, and I already became popular.

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"So, you're name's Violet Starr?"

"That's a very beautiful name for a very beautiful young lady."

The twins were walking by each side of me, while we were heading towards our final class of the day.

One of them stopped, I believe his name was Hikaru.

"Hey, why don't you stop by Music Room 3 after school today?"

"Music Room…3?"

"Yeah, it's where the Host Club holds its activities every day after school," Kaoru put in.

"It'll be fun!" they both smiled mischievously.

"Yeah, only the beautiful girls go into it," Kaoru said. "I'm pretty sure you'll like it."

I got even redder as I saw those smiles. It just took my heart away.

"Um…s-sure…why not?"

"Yay!" they cheered together.

"We'll be in there too, as we are part of the Host Club too."

My eyes went big. "Oh."

"Well, we'll see you there then," they waved.

"Okay, bye," I waved back and walked into my final class period, leaving one final question in my mind.

What the heck is a Host Club?

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I found Music Room 3 down the hall, and I hesitated at the door.

What the heck am I doing here? What the heck is a Host Club? Does everybody here know about it?

That question was answered when I heard squealing girls on the other side.

I guess a lot of girls know about it. It must be a club that only guys can join.

I held the doorknob, and slightly turned it – thinking if I should or shouldn't open the door. But absentmindedly, I turned the handle all the way and pushed the door open.

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