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10 Things I Dislike About Fanfiction: OHSHC

Number 4:

"Ah crap." Haruhi thought as she stepped cautiously through the school. She had been studying for exams earlier, well actually, sleeping in the library at 30 minute intervals. She woke at 11 PM, and strained her eyes to see through the hallways barely illuminated by subtle moonlight.

Throughout her journey through the deserted halls, she stepped cautiously down the stairs, hoping that she wouldn't fall in the dimly lit area. If she ever fell, who would hear her cries for help? While thinking of this, she slipped and fell. Great, She sat down right next to the staircase. She glanced down at her growling stomach as she trudged through the halls. She decided to fight against the bruise slowly becoming more noticeably on her stomach. It has been over 5 hours since she has eaten. Haruhi walked towards the door, but found that it was locked. She sighed dejectedly. She's stuck here for the night. She collapsed on the floor in pain.

After sitting down on the floor for what seemed like an hour, she silently a notebook, tore out a few pages, and leaned against the wall. Haruhi thought to herself. "If I'm stuck here, I might as well do something. I'm not tired enough to go back to sleep yet."

She looked at the paper in front of her and began to write everything about her day. How her sempais crazyness had affected her day. How Tamaki almost fainted because she was late for the Host Club activites one day because she was talking to her teacher about the upcoming exams. She needed to maintain her scholarship, and it wasn't helping that Tamaki has been pestering her for hours on end lecturing her about safety in the school. How the twins kept using her as their little toy. How Honey had been encouraging her to eat more cake. How Mori well.. cared for Honey. How Kyouya sat back, examining the profits as usual.

Even if she wasn't the best author in the world, somehow, writing became her comfort. Reading over the little entry she wrote all by herself, she felt at peace. As time went on, she found herself even more interested and intrigued by the words coming through her onto the paper. It was all too overwhelming for her thoughts to perceive all at once, so she let her pen dance across the paper, writing down whatever her mind -and heart- wanted to say for a long time.

Emotions come out so easily through paper for her. The only thing Haruhi could possibly worry about was that someone would read this entry and judge her. This is why she made a vow that night, to always make that littler book one of her highest priorities. She laughed at herself. Caring so much about this little book is silly. She hadn't kept any physical documentation of her feelings before.

It became an emotional roller coaster for her. She was now not only writing about her day, but her life. She began to cry as she wrote about her late mom, yet began to laugh whenever she thought about the Host Club's various activities. Certain parts made her feel different emotions. Haruhi felt incredibly moody during this phase.

Setting down the pen only when her hand began to cramp, she sat back and read her work. She sighed contently. The heaviness was outside of her heart, and she closed her eyes and relaxed. She crumpled the papers, and shoved it in her pocket, not very securely.. She checked the watch on her hand, and decided it was time to sleep.

She was violently awakened by the assembled Host Club once school started. She was bombarded with questions, and was being dragged away by the twins and Tamaki. Haruhi acted annoyed: She was actually happy that they're so concerned for her.

Honey and Mori stayed behind. Honey glanced around, and his eyes locked on crumpled papers on the floor. "Takashi! Look!" Honey ran over and picked up the papers. "Wow, someone wrote an essay. About the Host Club! .. I wonder why the paper is crumpled though." Honey tried to smooth out the crinkles in the papers. Mori looked silently over Honey's shoulder to see the papers. Honey and Mori proceeded to class while reading it. Honey was amazed. "Wow, Takashi! This guest wrote about our lives! It's like a little book! Let's show Tama-chan!"

Haruhi walked into the Host Club that day, to see Tamaki going around through all the guests holding the papers, asking who wrote it so that he could give them a proper thank you and show appreciation.

Haruhi smiled. Like she'd ever want to be known for writing that. After all, it seemed that they didn't look at the back of the papers. With those angrily inspired yet funny drawings she drew herself about the Host Club, she walked away towards the first guests she had for the day.

Every person has a good and a bad side. So why not write the good side on one side of a paper, and the bad side on the other side of the paper? People just need to learn to look on the other side.

(Note: I hope this made up for my absence. :/)

#4: Unrealistic plots (unless it's a crack fic)

Did any of you catch this one? I tried to make it subtle. If you really examine this story, it doesn't make sense. I clouded it up with details, that probably didn't make you notice that:

Haruhi couldn't be locked in. There's a lock on one side of the door, and usually, the lock is on the inside. Also, wouldn't the librarian or supervisor of the library catch her sleeping? Someone should've seen her.

How could she write in darkness? I said the school was barely lit. You can assume that when she fell, she wasn't able to go towards a light source to write. All she got to was the door.

The next morning, only the Host Club would notice her? Not even teachers coming to school first thing in the morning? That's nice.

This criticism may be easy or hard to catch, but it needs to make sense. Stories need to make sense, unless they're crack. Don't take writing as a joke. It's a valuable skill that it takes time and perseverance to get better at.

I'M SO SORRY I HAVEN'T BE ABLE TO UPDATE.

School and punshiment always got in my way. But I'm here now. Don't hate me. ;_;

Love,

ShadowNinjaAiko-chan