Chapter 1

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Readers P.O.V
First day at a new school in a new country. I'm a high school 1st year at Ouran Academy, a private school for the rich. I originally came from America. My family moved for certain reasons, but that's for another time. The first day will either break  or make your whole year. As I reach the front of the school I almost want to scream my head off. 'Why the hell is the school pink? Either the headmaster is female or gay. Oh look walking lemons. Yay. Thank god I can't afford the uniform.' As I walked down the halls I received strange and confused looks." Who is she?"" Is she a commoner?" 'Great, first day and already the star of gossip. Now where is 1A? Hmm. Oh,there it is.' I knocked on the door since I was a little late( damn hallways are like a maze." May I help you?" Um... I'm new here, the headmaster said I was in this class." He looked at a paper in his hand. "(Y/N) (L/N), right?"  I nodded my head. "Come and introduce yourself." I looked at the class. "Hello my name is (Y/N) and I hope we can be good friends." And the award for the biggest lie goes to me. "If you would sit in front of Haruhi. Haruhi please raise your hand." A boy. Wait no scratch that. A GIRL raised her hand. "By the way Miss (L/N) I am sensei Sumisu." 
~Haruhi P.O.V~
I was paying attention to the  lesson when there was a knock at the door. As sensei was talking to someone Hikaru leaned over. "What do you think is going on?" As I go to respond a (H/C) girl walked in. "Come and introduce yourself." I see the twins smirk from the corner of my eye. "My name is (Y/N) and I hope we can be good friends." I could tell she was uncomfortable."If you would sit in front of Haruhi. Haruhi please raise your hand." I raised my hand and she sat down. Sensei told her his name and continued the lesson.
~time skip to lunch~( still Haruhi P.O.V)
I was sitting in the classroom eating my bento when I heard a voice behind me. "Hey, uh, Haruhi right?" It's her. "Yeah, (Y/N) right?" She laughed a little. "That's my name don't wear it out." Her accent is unique. "Your not from Japan, are you? She smiled at me." Smart, and I thought I had you fooled. I'm from America." Hmm. "Why did you move?" She went quiet and her smile disappeared." I wanted a new start." She looked hurt, almost like if someone touched her she would shatter to a million pieces. Then as fast as it disappeared her bright happy smile was back. "But enough about me, why are you dressed like a boy?" I know I looked shocked because she started laughing. "What do you mean?" Maybe she was joking? Wiping a tear from her eye her laughter died down to giggles. "I'm American, not stupid." Her giggles not stopping. "Seriously why are you dressed like a boy?" The sound of the vase crashing echoes through my mind. "I owe a debt to a club." She smirked at me. Why do I feel like I should be scared? "What club? How much do you owe? Any guys in the club you like?" That's why. "Umm, a host club, 8 million yen, and no." "Hmm explains dressing as guy, what did you do to owe that much, and mhmm I doubt that." If only she met them. "Well I broke a vase and I'm serious no crush, their mostly idiots." I start putting the rest bento away since lunch will be over soon. "Ouch, brutally honest. I think we will get along fine." "Why is that." She looks deep in thought. "I would rather be hurt with the truth than comforted by lies." I hear the bell signaling the end of lunch. "Well looks like lunch is over. By the way Haruhi, can I maybe  visit your club. They didn't have host clubs in America." "Yeah sure, just come to music room 3 after school." As she walked back to her desk I heard two familiar voices behind me. "Why were you talking." "To the new girl?" I turned to face them. "Because I know how difficult it is to be a new student on scholarship." They were about to say something else when the sensei walked into the classroom. "Alright let's get started."
A/N: Yay Haruhi is your friend. The host club will come in next chapter. Thanks for reading!

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