A/N This is my first story so please don't be too harsh. I would love to here any suggestions you have to improve my writing or any comments really. This chapter might be a little boring but please keep reading the next will be much better. Thanks for even reading this much! :D

dream
("Run! Run Isami! Run and don't ever look back!" *Screams* "No! NO! Please don't leave Me!") *GASP...pant...pant..* "Dammit!" 'The dream is back! and on the first day of school too.'

I turn to my side and look at the clock '4:23 am. I'll never fall back asleep now.' *sigh* I get up from my warm bed, that's now soaked with sweat, and stagger to the bathroom to take a cold shower, and hopefully clear my head.

I guess your wondering by now, who I am. Well to answer that I'm Isami Mihara, I'm 16 years old, and let's just say I'm not normal. For starters, I have no family and live completely alone in a newly purchased apartment. Second, I will be starting at Ouran academy today in the middle of the semester Third, I'm a trained assassin and spy, and Four, I have a telekinesis.

Yes, I have telekinesis. I think I was born with it, and ever since then its been getting stronger. I have complete control over my powers and my abilities attract all kind of people, good and bad. 50% wants me dead, 49% wants to contort me to their own evil will, and 1% wants to actually protect me. Just your average girl right?

That 1% was actually really kind to me at first anyway. They taught me to fight and defend myself without my powers. In no time at all I was of highest ranking in almost ever fighting skill known to man; Kendo, jujitsu, akido, karate, and even something rare called the Haniozuka style. Those years of fighting taught me discipline and self control, which is why I can control my, ever growing, powers with ease. Pretty soon, though, they had nothing left to teach me, so they decided they would start training my powers.

At first I was just moving bottles from one side of the room to the other, then I started moving cars, then people, and soon I could move mountains. I trained and trained for hours without end, no one was a match for me, not even the 800 men who attacked my meek village one time. Because of that situation, some were really scared of my powers and wanted me dead, others thought they should turn me over to the government and let them decide what to do with me, and a few wanted to control me and use me to their will. So I ran away and worked for tons of different people, some that im not very proud of. But all those jobs got me rich fast, and Tada! here I am, a million miles away from what I use to call 'Home' and attending the prestigious Ouran academy. I know I sound light hearted, but I absolutely despise those people and even wish some dead.

Now, I'm not a out of control freak or anything, I'm just like every other girl. Other than the 'assassin and telekinesis' thing. I love shopping, cooking, chick flicks, and above all drawing.

I've enrolled my self into Ouran academy in a attempt to complete my high school career as a normal girl.

How did I get into such a prestigious school like Ouran? Simple, my computer hacking skills are the best in the business. Now I know that sounds bad, but I couldn't have anyone asking too many questions about my personal life. I put just enough information in my file to keep them from asking questions. Stuff like Name, age, height, previous school (fake), and address (fake but still in my apartment complex). Nothing personal like family or anything.

After my shower I dried and pulled my long dark red hair, that could pass for black, into a high pony tail. I glance at the clock '5:35 am, Well, I guess I could work in my sketch book till I have to get ready for school. I grab my book from under my bed and plop down at my desk and open it up.

As I begin sketching my mind begins to wonder. 'I wonder what Ouran will be like? I've never been to a school with normal kids before. Why are their uniforms so weird?' I didn't know Ouran had uniforms till a few day ago and thank god I didn't. I shudder at the thought of that puffy, yellow, disaster. 'Yuck, aren't these kids rich? They should at least be able to afford a more pleasant uniform.' If anyone asks why I'm out of uniform I'll just say I can't afford it.'

My story, if asked, is that I got here due to a art scholarship and my parents are not in the picture, and if I must, start crying. That usually stops people from asking too many questions about home. After the years I became an expert in fake crying, but I've never shed a really tear since that one time when I was a little girl.

I was so absorbed in my work that I didn't realize I should of be out the door by now.

"Shit!" I jump up from my desk and shove my sketch book and pencils into my backpack. I race into my closet and grab my black jeans along with my black tank top and black leather jacket. While I get dress I use my powers to get my black combat boots and bento box from the other rooms. (I don't usually like to use my powers to do everyday tasks, or any task for that matter, but since I'm in a hurry and no one is around I decide to go ahead and use it.)

Just as I'm about to run outside i glance into the mirror. I'm not exactly pretty, but I'm not ugly either. I'm curvy, have broad shoulder, and am around 5'4. 'Hmm not exactly colorful, but at least i can fight if I have to.' I take one last look, satisfied with my appearance, and rush out side and on to the side walk.

It's a 10 minute walk to Ouran from my apartment complex. I'm pretty fast so in less than 3 minutes I'm standing in front of these huge gates that read 'Ouran Academy'.

'Holy shit! I knew this school was big, but not this big.' The size wasn't the only thing that shocked me. The entire school was colored a obnoxious bright pink from top to bottom. 'Wow, that's really going to clash with my outfit.'I scoff and take a deep breath and step through the gates. 'Please let me have a normal high school life here.' I plead to the heavens, but I knew asking for a normal life would be too much to ask, especially since fate has made me so normal already. *note sarcasm* I had no idea what I was getting myself into when I stepped through those gates and on to the front lawn.