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Ch. 2 Why is it pink?

The past week for Harry was pretty uneventful, even with being in a whole new country the Dursley's didn't change their routine outside of the first week getting to know the area and visit the sights. My schedule was fairly dull. Wake up at 6 and cook a large breakfast for them, and hopefully get a piece of toast and some water. Spend the morning unpacking and moving boxes through the house. In the afternoon fix up the house and tend to the garden. When the Dursley's come home go to my room pretending I don't exist, hoping Vernon didn't find some perceived wrong in my work and come for a beating. Thankfully with the Dursley's gone I was able to eat some of the food they wouldn't notice being missing. Not too much as they would notice having to buy more food that they couldn't have eaten, while going out to eat most nights. After that first week and having finished unpacking the house they just settled into a familiar routine. Vernon sitting on the couch all of the time except for the few hours at his work, Dudley terrorizing the neighborhood with a new gang of delinquent friends that would be attending Smeltings with him the next day. Petunia trying to gossiping and spreading rumors with the woman in the neighborhood, finding it difficult with not having a full grasp of the language.

I will be attending my first day of Ouran tomorrow morning. Aunt petunia had gone out last week and had gotten an outfit close enough to the school uniform that I wouldn't get in trouble. Not that anyone would notice as it was bought from a run down "second" hand store. The clothing was all so faded it all looked grey, at least they were all close to the right size compared to Dudley's old clothes I used to get that was the equivalent of a tent on me. I would have to keep my head down to not stick out like a sore thumb, not that my hair and glasses helped any. I hadn't had access to a haircut or even a comb in some time so now it looked as if I had a tangled mass on my head that reached past my shoulders, that put a rats nest to shame. My glasses on the other hand have had their frames broken do many times that it looks to be made entirely of tape. If the rumors are correct then all the would not approach me as their all worried about their appearances to be seen associated with me. That's ok, I have no interest of becoming friends with people so fickle. I don't need another Ron or Hermione on my hands.

Vernon is careful about my punishments now, it's one of the few things he can get his two brain cells to think on, he only left a few bruises and cuts that I could easily lie about. No one would believe the delinquent kid about home abuse, or at least that's what Petunia and Vernon would tell them. Just like back in England. At least they are having a hard time spreading around the rumor as most of the busy bodies find it hard to understand them. Most of the neighborhood don't really pay attention to the Dursley's, I don't really know if they know I exist. I spend most of my time either locked in my bedroom, in the fenced in back yard tending to the garden, or being locked out of the house late at night then let back in early in the morning. Oh well at least I can get away from here during school. Just have to wait for tomorrow.

Today will be the first time I see my new school. The entrance exams were held somewhere else, so that way they don't have "low life's" enter the school grounds. In other words the students and or parents would throw a fit that "commoners" had set foot on the campus. Seems you can't really get away from predigest no matter where you go. With the rich being the purebloods here, and the regular folk being the muggleborns. From what I could tell from the headmaster there is only one other scholarship student attending the school at the time, Haruhi Fujioka. There are only two scholarship openings for the entirety of the school. One male the other female, with only three years of schooling. The other years are in another building. She is a year younger than me and will be starting today as well only as a first year. I'm a second year so that means I will only have this year and next year until I graduate. I better make them count.

I started down the street to get to the bus that will take me to my new school. The bus stop was two blocks away, right next to an apartment complex. It actually looked pretty nice, maybe once I get emancipated I could move there until I finish my schooling at Ouran. The bus was just pulling up when someone came running out of the building to not miss the bus. At first I thought it was a boy but the facial structures so body type was wrong. The now identified girl made it onto the bus just in time. She was in the other side of the bus from me, so I took to studying her for the duration of the trip. I had nothing better to do. I noticed that we looked pretty similar. Our outfits were identical as were our hair and thick glasses. Except her outfit was better taken care of, her hair was only slightly messy compared to my tangled mass of a bird nest, and her glasses weren't bottle caps held together by tape. All in all . . . I was going to stick out like a sore thumb at school.

The buss got to the stop closest to Ouran, and the girl got off as well. She didn't seem to notice that someone got off with her, as she was walking fast with her head in a book ahead of me. So that meant she was most likely Haruhi, or just a girl who got off at the wrong stop because I don't think any of these rich kids would ride the bus or have enough money to buy the tailored uniforms. Either way it's not my business and continued on past the gate to get my first glimpse of the school. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . It's pink . . . IT'S. PINK. Not even a off white kind of pink, it was just pink. Kinda reminded me of Umbitch. It didn't really help that there was a replica of Big Ben and the school was big enough to be Hogwarts, just pink. All of this was running through my mind while I stood at the front gates, like an idiot, looking at the school (just a bit horrified). I snapped myself out of it and continued into the school to find my classroom. I found 2-A fairly easily and took a random seat. I was the first one here so I took the seat all the way in the back in a corner, it was next to a window as well. It would probably be pretty easy to blend in where I am. The good thing was that I didn't have to worry about finding a new seat each class, the students sat in the same class room and the teachers moved between classes. This made a lot more sense instead of a couple hundred of students squeezing through the halls trying to make it to their next class, it was just a dozen or so teachers.

I still had another half an hour or so until homeroom would start, so I decided to take out my sketch book to pass the time. I had bought it and a lot of art supplies just before going back to the Dursley's. In elementary school I had spent all my free time drawing, when I went to Hogwarts I had stopped because Hermione and Ronald had taken up so much of my time. I had spent do much time drawing when I was younger that my drawings rivaled professional artists because I noticed every small detail. You really need to be able to notice small little things while cleaning for Petunia, one small little spec of dirt to be seen and Vernon is told. This also makes my memory nearly picture perfect. I think it's called photographic memory, but because of that I can remember everything I've seen in vivid detail. I had started a picture of the Hungarian horn tail that I had encountered during the tri-wizard tournament. It would take a lot of time to get all of the scales just right and with the right shading, so I was probably not going to be starting a new project for some time.

I had just finished the sketch phase and preparing to add in the details when their was a commotion at he front of the room. There were two boys in the doorway going into the classroom with a gaggle of girls crowding around them. One was a blonde hair boy that seemed to be catering to the surrounding girls, while the other had black hair and a notebook in hand while adjusting his glasses that gave them a strange glint and was being slightly more aloft with the girls, but still polite. They were probably just popular boys that attracted fangirls. I know how that can be and pitied them if they didn't already know just how rabid they can become. The blonde haired boy sat next to the window in the middle row, while the black haired one sat as close to the front as possible. The blonde seemed to notice how far his friend was and seemed to start whining trying to get him to move closer. I sincerely hoped that not all of the students in the school was as bad as the blonde was. The sheer dramatics the blonde put on trying to get the other to move closer was exasperating. All the woman surrounding him seemed to enjoy the "show" if their squealing was anything to go by. Between the noise of the blonde and the fangirls I already had a killer migraine. I ignored the entirety of the class until focusing on my drawing until the homeroom teacher came through the door. By this time most desks were filled in the room, but it didn't seem crowded because the classes only had a few handful or two of students each. This kept the classrooms from being overcrowded and made it easier on the teacher to get more hands on for their students. Much better than Hogwarts where the entirety of the Gryffindor year mates were in the same class, as well as the entirety of another houses. Let's just say even with the enormous classrooms, it still felt like we were jammed in like sardines. It seems school is he same no matter if magical or muggle, teacher lectures, you take notes, then homework is assigned at the end of class. Except at Hogwarts you have to write with quills on parchment, while here I'm using some old pens and notebooks that Dudley had lying around and never touched.

When we were dismissed for lunch I took my notebook and tried to find a place where it was quiet and I was alone. Petunia had not let me pack a lunch nor gave me any money to buy any. That was fine, I was used to not eating for periods of time at least I was away from the Dursley's. I could also stay after school hours to study and enjoy my time away from that hell hole. The school didn't close after school because there were so many clubs that met up. If you can think of an activity there is probably a club for it at this school. Apparently they use the clubs to make connections with others families. I spent the rest of the lunch break working on my sketch. When it was almost time to head back inside Hedwig made a visit. She had been exploring and expanding her new territory since we had moved here because the Dursley's would most likely harm her should she be seen. Since I had spent most of my time cleaning and moving my so called family in, I had not seen her for a while. Hedwig had perched on my shoulder and was attempting to groom my hair. She did this regularly but it didn't really have any effect on my rats nest of hair, it wouldn't really be so bad if the Dursley's would allow me to have some kind of grooming tool, even a comb would do. Unfortunately they think that would I touch one of theirs I would contaminate it, the idiots. I had to head back inside or I would be late to my next class. I shooed Hedwig off my shoulder and told her we could meet up here during lunch and after school. It seemed the aristocrats in this school never bothered with the garden, or at least he part I'm in, so it seemed a good of place as any to meet up with her every day.

Ok I know it's been a long time since I updated my stories. Between both my creative writing assignments I just couldn't muster the energy to write my stories. But there are only two more days of school then my stories will have most of my attention. I also decided to make my chapters a little shorter so when I hit writers block it doesn't hold up me posting chapters for so long now. I will also be writing another chapter for this story before going back and forth with emeralds in the west. Hearts of soldiers will also most likely be updated every once in a while. . . . If another plot bunny doesn't pop up again.

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