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May 10, 2011

Anya's Story Chapter 1

Note:  I don't own any titles to Ouran High School Host Club or Glee.  All titles belong to their original creators.  I decided to begin writing a fanfiction from Anya's point of view in order to give a lot of insight into her character.  She's begun kind of being my "alter ego" almost.  I think about lots of plot twists I can add into her life to make things interesting.  I hope you enjoy it!

My name is Anya Grace Reagan.  I am barely over five feet tall.  I have curves, piercings, and a Shih Tzu named Adonia.  My mother tells me that I am a fat slut, but I know otherwise.  People who know me say I'm full of personality.  People who don't say I'm a freak.  I am who I am, and, if you like it, that's grest.  If you don't, I really don't care.  My name is Anya Grace Reagan, and I promise to tell the truth, or at least the part that deserves to be told.

I didn't mean to be as rude as I was; it just came out that way.  That's what always happens when I'm not sure about something.  I definitely wasn't sure about him.  I'm sixteen.  Why should I have to think about who I'm going to marry?  Why can't I find love for myself, istead of having it being chosen for me?
I was almost sure Kyoya loved me.  I mean, he was okay with everything that was wrong with me.  I trusted him; he would tak emy secrets to his grave.  When I told him I was bi, he said that he was okay with it if I was.  I didn't even get that from my father.   That's saying something.
However, there was something about him I didn't like.  Sure, he was smart and good-looking, but he was calculating, so I was never really sure if he liked me for me.  He knew I wasn't falling for him, but he chased me all the more.  You'd think he'd have been smart enough to give up, but he didn't.  I don't know why.  At least, I didn't.

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