AN: Please enjoy this new chapter and please remember I only own Camille, Cameron, and their parents. The song on the side is a bit how I imagine Camille feels sometimes and I apologize in advance if you aren't into that type of music (please disregard it if you don't). For those asking, the song is The Other Side by New Years Day. Feedback would be ideal, but don't feel obligated to do so. Happy reading :D

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The sun shone through the window, cascading across the beige carpet to shine on the figure wrapped in thick blankets. A hoarse groan filled the room as the petite body curled up and covered her head to shield her eyes. Camille wanted to sleep longer and was not about to let the sun trying to break through her dark room ruin that in any way.

Just as she was drifting back off, a knock sounded at the door. If she ignored it she thought it would go away. Not that she would have answered to let someone in anyway, but it turns out she did not need to.

"Miss Camille? It's time to get up. You must get ready for school." Her maid called through the door before opening it to walk over to the bed. "I have your uniform ready for you and your bath is already drawn. If you wait too long it will grow cold and you won't have time for breakfast."

Camille wanted nothing more than to start throwing stuff at the maid to get her to leave, but she did the next best thing that she could think of. She flipped the blankets back and sat up at the same time. Her eyes opened to fixate a death glare upon the startled maid.

The sound of retreating footsteps caused her to give a cold smirk before she ran her small hands through her tangled hair. At the end of the bed was a bright yellow monstrosity that she assumed was her school uniform. It was enough for make her cringe.

Throwing off the blankets that covered the lower half of her slender body, she stood up and left her room to go down the hall to the bathroom. Steam bombarded her senses as she opened the door and stepped inside, the warmth of the room making her feel the beginnings of sweat coming on.

She slipped into the water after undressing, welcoming the heat that enveloped her body. The warm water was enough to wake her up as she washed her long hair and skin. The urge to hum suddenly overtook her and it caused her to pull the plug sharply so she could get out to dry off.

Hurrying through brushing her teeth and hair, Camille mentally broke herself down as she did every time something made her want to be happy like she had been months ago. There was no reason to be happy about anything anymore because she would never see that smile she loved so much on Cameron's face again.

Light makeup was applied to her face and eyes to accentuate her features. With each pass of the makeup brush over her skin her hands became more steady. It was as though she was applying a mask to keep the world from seeing how truly broken she had become.

A light knock at the door made her jump and drop the eye shadow brush in her hand. A glare plastered on her face as she looked toward the door, clutching the fluffy towel to her body as her maid peeked in timidly. "Your breakfast is growing cold. I brought your uniform so you wouldn't grow cold on the way back to your room."

Camille's glare softened as she moved forward to take the uniform from her maid. Her hands gripped the fabric as her maid placed it in her hands and shut the door so that the cold air would cease seeping in.

Donning the hideous uniform, she flinshed as her eyes connected with the mirror on the back of the door. She hastily wiped the remaining condensation off so that she could stare at her full reflection. I look like a bloody banana!, she thought before flipping off the light and rushing off to the dining room to pick at her food until she had to leave.

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The academy that loomed in front of her was much larger than the school she had attended back in France. It was intimidating and caused her to stand at the gates longer than expected. The only thing that caused her to snap out of it was the whispers that were rising up around her. They came from girls that wore matching banana uniforms and some even came from boys that wore much more appealing blue blazers.

A blush almost as dark as her hair rose up to paint her cheeks as she rushed up to the doors to fling them open and step inside. As she hurried down the hall she tried to avoid running into anyone, but as a result she was knocked back onto her bottom by a door that had been flung open the moment she was parallel with it.

The heavy wood of the door had connected with her face as she ran forward, her nose exploding with pain that drowned out the pain in her bottom. Her hands flew up to check if there was blood, thankfully finding none. Moments later, as she looked up once more to find her things she dropped, she found herself looking into the large tawny eyes of what seemed to be a little boy.

Upon closer inspection she came to the realization that this was no elementary school student, but one of the high school judging by his blazer. In his arms was a pink stuffed rabbit and his eyes were clouded by concerned tears,"I'm sorry! I got excited about cake and threw the door open. Are you okay?" His voice was distinctly child-like and cute as he stared down at her.

Before he could say any more, a tall figure appeared behind him. "Mitsukini. Be more careful."

The voice caused the one now known as Mitsukuni to smile brightly up at the stoic figure behind him,"I will Takashi! Help her up, please?"

Camille was about to make a motion in protest, but Takashi had already pulled his hands out of his pockets to grab her under her arms. The next moment she was on her feet again and Mitsukuni was brushing dust off the bottom hem of her dress cutely. She wanted to be mad at them, but they had helped her up and apologized. The pain in her nose was fading and the younger looking boy was so adorable that it made it hard to stay angry.

She patted Mitsukuni on the head with a small smile as she grabbed her things from Takashi. Nodding to the tall figure who had handed her stuff, she walked past them down the hall and turned out of sight.

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The first day of school and she had gotten lost like an idiot. Having spent most of the day wandering about not wanting to go through the annoying task of trying to explain that she was lost, Camille had stumbled across her last class just before it started. If a boy with glasses had not grumbled the name of the class him and his flamboyant blonde friend were going to be late to she would not have had any idea of where to go.

The teacher had introduced her, having been informed of her voluntary vow of silence, and sat her in the back corner of the class. Glances had been shot her way periodically by the blonde from before as if he was trying to figure her out. His friend with the glasses was focused on the lecture as she was between glances, taking notes in a book similar to her own.

When the bell rang there was a quiet buzzing of conversation as everyone left the room. Many were talking about club activities, but she decided she would worry about that later if she found out it was mandatory. For now she set out with the task of trying to draw out a map of the school so she would not get lost tomorrow.

After thirty minutes of walking around she had figured out where most of her classes were. The one exception was her photography class and she was currently peeking in the doors of classrooms along a hallway that apparently housed abandoned rooms.

The last room she came to was what she decided would be her last before she gave up and went home. The sign above the door was something she had not thought to read as she turned the knob to peek inside.

It did not take long to realize this was not the room she was looking for. A bright light blinded her before something brushed along her face. One of the rose petals in question caught in her hair, but she did not have time to pluck it out before a chorus of voices welcomed her.

Her red-brown eyes grew wide as she dropped her camera, thankful for the neck strap to save it from breaking on the floor. There was a group of boys standing near the entrance to the room. Two from this morning stood out to her while two from her last class blinked rapidly in realization.

They must recognize me from class, she thought as Mitsukuni came bounding over to her.

"You're the pretty lady from this morning! I'm sorry I hit you in the face." He apologized again while hugging his pink stuffed rabbit once more.

"Honey?! You hit this beautiful princess in the face?!" That flamboyant voice from earlier was back, making her cringe.

"I didn't mean to! I just really wanted cake!" Mitsukuni, or Honey, said with an adorably guilty tone. It brought a frown to her face, replacing her cringe quickly. Her hand found its way back to his head like it had that morning to pat it.

"I'm sorry princess. Please allow us to get you a cup of tea to make up for it." That flamboyant voice had taken on a softer and more tolerable tone as fingers brushed her chin to tilt her face up so her eyes were forced to lock onto his own amethyst ones. "I'll even let you drink it from my lips if you wish."

A deep blush accentuated her cheeks as she jerked back as if he had hurt her. She frantically shook her head and waved her arms in an attempt to decline. This only seemed to confuse the blonde and he scratched his head while looking back at the others. She was silently cursing her vow of silence, but did not regret it. She never would.

"Tamaki-senpai you idiot. Can't you see you're freaking her out?!" A brown-haired boy scolded before walking up and dragging him back away from Camille. "I'm sorry about him. He is a little over-enthusiastic sometimes," he laughed nervously.

Camille relaxed as her face cooled down, a small smile gracing her lips. She hoped it looked convincing because inside she was still freaking out.

"You are second-year student Camille Bellitonia I presume?" A cool voice said as the boy from her class stepped forward, pushing up his glasses as he stopped to look down at his notebook.

She nodded and looked down at her camera as she wondered why they were all interested in her when she was a nobody. A presence from her left caused her to look over, one ginger-haired twin sliding up next to her.

"You're the French transfer student we kept hearing about all day." He said before she was looking to her right to find an identical twin.

"You're much more attractive than those snooty girls were squawking about." The twin added.

A pang of sadness filled her as flashes of her and Cameron came to her mind. Tears filled her eyes despite her protests and she moved away from them to look down.

"Look you shady twins! You made her cry!" Tamaki said pointing at them accusingly.

"We were only speaking the truth." They shrugged as they defended themselves in unison, causing Camille to sob unexpectedly.

She sank to the floor slowly while her hands came up to cover her face to try and stifle the sounds that were unwillingly coming from her mouth.

"Hey, don't cry. They don't think before they talk." The brown-haired boy said as he bent down next to her, a hand settling on her shoulder.

"We take offense to that Haruhi." They said with deadpan looks as Camille sniffled and looked up at Haruhi.

The boy comforting her only served to remind her of her brother that much more. This caused her to launch herself forward without thinking to hug the boy, her face burying itself in the boy's chest for comfort as she sniffled.

Her crying came to an abrupt halt as she realized her face was buried into the chest of a girl instead of a boy. How did she know for sure? One hand was planted firmly on one of the girl's small breasts.

Panic washed over all of the boys surrounding her, aside from Takashi whom she was learning rarely showed emotion. Their panic increased as Camille fainted from embarrassment, falling backward as inky black covered her vision.