A/N : This is my first ever fanfic.
For this chapter I was helped by my sister Saori Morinozuka.
R & R Please !
Chapter 1
Introduction
How is it that whenever I get a boyfriend, there are people trying to break us up.
Well, my name is Ayaka Mizushima. I am a second year student in Ouran Academy. I have large blue eyes and thin, black hair that goes down to my hips.
My family own an accounting company. Well, they are not my family exactly.
Both of my birth parents died in a car crash, I was with them. It was a miracle that I survived. I got taken straight to the hospital, because I had a lot of wounds. When I was fully recovered, they took me to an orphanage. When I was 5 years old I got adopted.
I never actually knew who my parents were, because I was so young when it happened.
Because of this, when I was adopted, I never talked to anyone. I also cried myself to sleep at night, sometimes I still do. But, every night I wake up screaming. I have the same nightmare, every time.
We were driving down the road. It all happened so fast. There was some kind of huge truck heading towards us, and in the space of a second it had smashed into us and we had flown backwards. I remember it rolling, and hearing glass crack and metal groan as it twisted...
Then there was quiet.
I always managed to crawl from my seat, and when I got to my parents, I always tried to wake them. But they never answered me, and though they looked awake, their large glassy eyes, dimming as their lives were extinguished. I'd cry as I shook them, begging them to wake up.
Then the men from the ambulance would pick me up and take me away, but I still screamed for them...
They never answered...
And I would always wake screaming for them...
Because of this, my adopted parents are more like protective friends. I now hate people who try to be figures of parents to me.
No-one has been able to bring happiness into my life, but when I went to Ouran Academy, I changed, now I have a boyfriend.
The only problem is that, someone my boyfriend knows wants to break us up.