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You Meet The Host Club!! :)

Hello! This is the first story I've ever written, still is, but I am here to tell you to be cautious. This story was written by bored 6th grade me who ngl was going through an emo phase, so MCR is referenced lmao. It's also, I'm not going to say bad, even though it is, but it's....unique. I would delete it, but I swore up and down and left and right that I wouldn't, and also the views are my lifeline, so......enjoy, lol

Warning! Suicide occurs in this chapter. If you are having suicidal thoughts or you think this could be triggering for you please don't read! If you feel you or someone close to you needs help, you can go to this site: http://www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org/gethelp/lifelinechat.aspx or call this number: 1-800-273-8255.

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You sigh as you swing your heavy legs over the edge of your bed. It was your first day at your new school. You had somehow managed to pass the test to enroll, so you had taken the opportunity. The only reason you considered, and even attempted the test, was your mom.

Sigh. Time for another boring as fuck, unnecessary...well, maybe a little necessary, life story.

To put it straight, you were an orphan. Sometimes people would bully you for it, but they mostly left you alone. Thank god for that too, because everyone knows you suck at social interaction and would prefer to listen to My Chemical Romance alone. Getting off track here.

Your dad died when you were ten, killed by cancer. It was too late to save him, so you just had to try to make him as comfortable as possible for his final moments. What made it worse was that you were old enough to understand and memorize every single detail. His last words stuck with you through thick and thin, motivating you to keep moving forward, no matter what. Even if you felt like you had no motivation, you ignored it as best you could, and moved on. For him.

As for your mother, she killed herself a month after your father died. You walked in on her with a gun to her head, and tears coming out of her eyes. She had turned to you, smiling.

"Don't worry." She had said, as you screamed and began running towards her. "I'll be happy with your father. I love you. Goodbye."

A single tear had dripped off her chin to the floor.

BANG!

That was the end of your mother's life.

Since then, you lived on, for both of them. Sure, there were days you felt an all-consuming numbness that made it hard to even properly take care of yourself, but you pushed through and eventually made it through.

Your mother's one wish was for you to get a good education, and get the most of of life, so you did. You took what opportunities you were offered, and tried your best to live happily.

Well, that was depressing.

You pulled on a red flannel, black tank top, black ripped skinny jeans, and a grey beanie. You leave your hair flowing down, too lazy to put it up. You had already seen their monstrosity of a uniform, and there was NO way in hell you were wearing that. Not like you could afford it anyway.

You sigh as you pour yourself a bowl of cereal, chomping down on your spoon as you slowly eat your food. When you finish, you clean up and check the time. "Crap! Crap crap crap, I'm late!"

You grab your bag hurriedly and race out the door, locking it and slamming it shut behind you. Sprinting down the sidewalk, ignoring the annoyed looks thrown your way, you finally reach the huge gates. Pushing them open, you stroll casually over to the reception desk to receive your schedule, trying to make it look like you didn't just run 10 blocks.

You slide over in front of the lady, and say, "Hello. I'm new here. My name is Y/N L/N, could you give me my schedule?" She looked over at you, a bored expression on her face, and handed you the paper. "Thanks!" You say as you run out, searching for your first class.

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Your English teacher let you out about 20 minutes early (unrealistic I know but deal with it), so you looked for a quiet place to study. You checked all the libraries, but they were deafening. Surely there's got to be one quiet room to study here, right?!

After about five minutes, you found a music room. "Hmm...it looks abandoned. Perfect!" You wasted no time in pushing open the doors. It was empty. "FINALLY!!" You jumped for joy. You decided to peek behind a big curtain that separated a part of the room from the other, curious as to what was behind it.

Gasping as you see an array of instruments hidden behind the curtain, you run over to them to analyze the assortment. Seeing a violin, you picked it up. You had taken violin lessons for 15 years before stopping, it was sorta like your hidden talent. You learned very quickly, and soon you had become almost a master at it. Although, no one knew about it except your parents, not even your best friends.

You took the bow and admired it, carefully tuning it before you started playing. Closing your eyes, you poured your soul into the piece. So much so that you didn't notice the seven people that entered and started staring at you.

When you finished, you heard clapping. Your eyes snapped open and you whirled around, to see seven men, well, six, excluding the girl. She might have been wearing a male's outfit, but you could tell immediately.

"What the fuck!" You stumble backwards, an astonished look on your face.

You straighten up, and clear your throat. "Erm...how long have you all been standing there?" You ask tentatively.

"Around when you first started playing." The tall raven haired one with glasses informed you.

"Well, uh, thanks...I guess." You say. "I'm going to get going...you see, I thought this room was empty, I didn't realize people were using it...sorry, I suppose." You start packing up the violin, only to be stopped by two orange haired twins.

"Why don't you stay?" They say in unison.

"I have things to do, like homework and things that can't be finished here. Bye." You grab your bag and start to quickly walk away, but then are stopped by the little boy.

"Aww~ Please stay!" He says, tugging on your shirt.

"Sorry, I already told you, I have things to do."

The tall blonde twirls you around, causing you to drop your bag. He tilts your chin up to face him, and says, "Please stay, my princess. I'm deeply sorry if we scared you, but if you stay, you'll be able to see we mean you no harm."

You push him away and scoff.

"I wasn't exactly scared, more surprised people were here," you pick up your bag and add, "also, ever heard of personal space? It's considered to be polite."

He frowns and sits in a corner, a dark aura emanating from him.

The possessed twins laugh and drape their arms over your shoulders. "Great job, the boss needed to hear that from someone sooner or later." One said.

"Yeah, good looks won't win over everyone." The other added.

They come close, extremely close to your face, "But you're living proof of that."

"Well," you say, turning and placing your hand on the door handle, "that applies to you too, you know. I'll take my leave now."

Before you shut the door, you glance back at them all once more, to see them all frowning, except the tall one and Glasses.

You had a feeling this wouldn't be the last you'd see of them.

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