[b]Azura[/b]

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Azura leapt in her seat, surprised as the loud bell sounded about the academy. Academic classes for the first day of the school year have officially ended, it was now time for the students to attend extra curricular club meetings.

While everyone in class 3-A rushed to their next period, Azura took her time gathering her school supplies and placing them in her messenger bag. Unusual for her, since last year she would half-hazardly throw her textbooks and pencils into the satchel and be the first one out of class.
No, today she was nervous. Today she had to attend and officiate her first meeting as Ouran Academy's Host Club president. Normally this would not be a challenge for her due to her outstanding social skills. But as she stood up, butterflies fluttered inside her stomach causing her to squeeze her eyes shut and take deep breaths.

"I can do this." She said to the empty room.
"I already lasted the entire school day so far... Besides, Tamaki-Senpai put his trust in me."

Nodding her head with new found determination, Azura slung her tan suade bag over her shoulder and strolled into the hallway with her head held high. Passing a few doors she made a right and entered the third floor girls locker room.

She found her assigned locker, number 103, and spun the lock to enter her combination. Once the metallic door glided open, she quickly tore off her uniform and replaced it with her casual attire. Making sure to keep up the brisk pace so she was not late for the club meeting. 

By the time she had finished getting dressed she had five minutes to spare. With one glance in the mirror she assessed that her appearance was satisfactory. Her long red hair was held in two low braids. Each hung past her shoulders, ending just below her chest. They were tied with silk dark green ribbon and her bangs framed her face. Her emerald green eyes seemed more pronounced with her choice of natural brown eye liner. Her lips shone with the carmex chapstique she put on after lunch. She wore a simple long sleeved, black v-neck paired with light grey skinny jeans and converse high tops.

Usually for such a special occasion she would dress up more. Wear a suit or maybe even a skirt. But with her state of mind, and her emotions running so rampant, she decided comfortable attire was the best way. 

"You didn't hear about her?"

Azura froze, her ears perking up as she overheard the whispered conversation coming from a few feet away from her. Two students, both in her grade, were looking in her direction and speaking behind their hands. This muffled the sound and she could only just hear the last bit of their conversation.

"Yeah, suicide... It was quite tragic."

Azura's eyes widened. Her heart rate increased and tears threatened to shed. She gritted her teeth and fought back the wail that was building in her throat.


"No!" she thought, angry at her raw emotions.
"Not here. You've got to keep going. You're better than this.

Talking to herself is one of the crazy habits she picked up after her mental breakdown...

In attempt to distract herself as well as drown out any other possible upsetting topics, Azura placed her purple headphones atop her head and turned her iPod as loud as it could go. She then swung her bag once more over her shoulder and exited the locker room before walking to Music Room 3.

Once arriving, she observed the beautiful, ornate double doors before her. They were pale pink in color and we're obviously made out of an expensive wood. The handles were real gold as well no doubt. In attempt to overcome her last bit of nerves, Azura reached into her bag presenting her one and only vice... Chocolate pocky. She took the sweet between her teeth and chewed, letting the flavorful taste calm her. Closing her eyes, she took a final deep breath and turned the handle.

"Kiss! Kiss! Fall in love!" She sang along with her iPod as she entered the room.

Upon opening her eyes she froze. With her being so early the red head figured she would be the only one in the room. Apparently she was wrong because sitting near the coffee table was a boy seeming younger in age. His long black hair was held back in a single low ponytail. While his warm, brown eyes scanned her, calculating... Accessing. He seemed intelligent. That was the first impression Azura could muster of the stranger.

"Um... Sorry about that." Zu-Zu laughed awkwardly while scratching the back of her head in embarrassment.
"I usually only sing in the shower. Not in front of live audiences."

Attempting to regain her composure she walked towards brown eyes with her hand held out.
"Hello! My name is Azura Lunarie. I'm the new Host Club president."
She grinned, dazzling him with her white smile and hidden dimples. Her depressing thoughts now forgotten temporarily due to the distraction before her, Azura's charm shone like the star she was in social situations.