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Characteristics..::..

Name: Tsuyukiomii Miyamoto

Age: 16

Height: 5'6

Looks: Long Black Hair, Midnight Blue Depressing Eyes, average body type, Nun' Special.

Personality: Depressive, sad, Sneaky, closed in. When She's Comfortable: Goofy, Silly, Loud, Outgoing, Weird.

Talents: Gymnastics, Singing, Boxing, Making Club Mixes, Dancing, MultiTasking, going 72 Hours without sleep.
Background: Adopted by Gay Partners, Tsuyukiomii looks nothing like either of her guardians. She's a very talented girl, and her fathers Antonio and Norio (Ones Italian the other's Japanese) support her 100%. She's only had 3 medical problem out of her whole life, and plans on keeping it that way. She earned a scholarship to Ouran Academy, working at a super market to try to buy the school uniform.

() ^FirstDayOfSchool^ ()-() ^FirstDayOfSchool^ ()-() ^FirstDayOfSchool^ ()

"Everyone, Please Make Miss Miyamoto Feel Welcomed. This is her first day here at Ouran." A boy said, the class looked at me. Some wondering why, others in awe, others in disgust, some werent even paying attention. I'm not sure if it's because what I'm wearing. I thought what I was wearing was appropriate. My dad, Antonio hand made a female version of the boy's Uniform. It was a lavender pleated skirt that stopped in the middle of my thigh. I had on a white button up that was tucked in, with a lavender blazer ontop. I had on a clip-on tie, and my hair was pulled into a tight ponytail. I had on my thin wire rim glasses.

I was wearing white ballet flats, and I slightly blushed and looked at the ground. "Miss Miyamoto, please take a seat to the left, in the back." The Student Council President whispered in my ear. His warm breath tickled my skin, and I blushed and nearly ran to my designated spot. I sat down, and looked straight at the board. I could feel the side-stares, and the straight up stares. Even the girl infront of me, turned around completely stared at me.
Soon enough, the Class President couldn't even hold the conversation with the class. He stopped what he was saying, and everyone huddled around me. "Are your eyes naturally that color, or are they contacts?" The girl who was infront of me asked.

"They're real." I replied.

"They're GORGEOUS!" She screeched. I blinked twice, and everyone else started throwing compliments my way. 'My pearly white skin, my adorable height, my luscious eyes, my beautiful commoners design.' To be honest, I was plain bored. I thought rich kids actually learned stuff at school. Not call one another pretty all day. Soon the class was settled again, and without noticing, a note was placed on my desk. I opened it and read it closely.

Good Morning Princess Miyamoto Of The Commoners,

As the King of the Host Club, I'd like to Invite you for an afternoon of graceful men who have too much time on their hands, who adore entertaining ladies, who also have too much time on their hands. We have all types of men for your selection.

The King Type.

The Cool Type.

The Silent Type.

The Mischievious Type.

The Lolita Type.

The Natural Type.

Please do think of Visiting us, we'd like to know more about you, Princess Miyamoto. We'll be waiting for you in Music Room 3. See you then, Princess.

Signed,

Your King,

Tamaki.

I looked around the room trying to find out who in the name of the gods wrote the letter. Then I spotted a blonde, who seemed to be smiling at me, I furrowed my eyebrows, and then slipped out my notebook. I popped my pen, and began to write.

Host Club? What's That? I've never been to one, and what do you mean, 'Cool' Type?

I folded it, and stapled it together. I wiped my forhead, and flicked it his way. The guy next to him with thin rimmed glasses caught it, and gave it to the blonde. I nodded, and started staring back towards the board. I wrote down the little notes they had, and without noticing, the note had been slipped back on my desk. I stared at it in awe, and opened.

Well Princess Miyamoto Of The Commoners,

The Host Club as I said a before, is a club or gorgeous men who entertain ladies. If you havent been to one, you should surely come to ours! There's a commoner saying. . . Ah! 'There's a First For Everything!'

I frowned at the paper. I crumbled it, and stood up. I threw it in the nearest garbage can, and went back to my seat. I glanced over at the blonde, and is face couldve made anyone double over in laughter. The boy with the glasses just seemed to look at me with disgust. I let a small smirk play upon my face, and within no time a new note appeared on my desk.

Let The Games Begin.