I got bored in journalism...so...this was born!
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this fanfic except for my OCs, Hazle, Ron, and Harry.


Hazalia Oblivion. She's the new student at Ouran High School Host Club. She recently transferred after her parents died in a train wreck. Now that her parents are gone, she has to live with her two older twin brothers, Ronald and Harrison, AKA Ron and Harry. They recently graduated from college, so they can stay home and take care of their younger sister. Hazalia, AKA Hazle, is going to Ouran on a musical scholarship. She'd rather do that than have her brothers pay for enrollment. She finds it to be less money.

Yes, Hazle's family is rich, like every other family at Ouran. Her mother was a famous model, and her father owned a giant jewelry company, known as Oblivion Jewelers. Now that Mr. Oblivion has passed away, big business people are trying to buy out the company. Ron and Harry are trying to prevent that. They plan to make Oblivion Jewelers into a fashion company.

On the outside, they may be a normal family, but they're really not. They're actually a family of wizards. That means that they can cast spells, mix potions, do stuff like that. Now that her parents died, her two oler brothers have to teach her about magic. It is required that wizards have to be trained until the age of eighteen. In that case, Hazle has only two more years left.

It's the first day of school or Hazle in Japan. Wonderful, isn't it? Since she detested the female uniform so much, she took the liberty of customizing her own uniform. She took the top half of the female uniform and the male dress pants. She styled her hair nicely. She let her strawberry blonde hair flow down to her shoulders. Some bangs partially covered one of her grey-colored eyes. Hazle also had some make-up on, but not too much, just some black eye liner, pink eye shadow, and some pink lip gloss.

After making herself beautiful, Hazle exited her room and walked down to the main enterance of the large house she lived in with her two brothers. They didn't live in a mansion, it's just a house with three floors...three VERY large floors. Anyway, at the front door, there was the driver waiting for her.

"Are you ready, madam?" He asked her politely.

"Yes, I am." Hazle responded as she grabbed her messenger bag place on one of the chairs by the enterance.

The ride to Ouran Academy wasn't an enjoyable one for Hazle. She was too busying thinking about how the kids were like, as well as the teachers. She was wondering if they were anything like the teachers and pupils at her old school. The teachers were weird, they couldn't make up their mind about anything. They always went off topic. One moment, they're talking about how to multiply exponents. Two seconds later, they're talking about what's a great place to eat around town. After two more seconds, they're talking about pregnant women and their insane cravings.

The students weren't any better. They were all divided into cliques. If you talked to anyone outside of clique--well, let's just say you should pre-order a tombstone and reserve a spot in the cemetary. It was a very depressing school. Hazle was thinking why her parents put her in that school to begin with.

Hazle walked through the giant doors of Ouran High School. It was bigger, a lot bigger, than what she had imagined. Students were walking and talking. Without any friends, Hazle felt so out of place with all those kids talking their mouths off. 'I'm sure I'll make some friends...eventally.' Hazle told herself.

The first stop was the main office. Hazle had to get her scheduel. "Ahem." Hazle cleared her throat to get one of the secretary's attention.

"Yes, how may I help you?" One of the secretaries turned towards her.

"I'd like my scheduel, please. My name is Hazalia Oblivion."

The secretary lady began to type in some things on her computer. She clicked around, as well. The printer began to print something out. The secretary took the paper once it was done priting and handed it to Hazle.

"Here you go, and have a nice first day!" The secretary smiled. Hazle took her scheduel.

'Wow, I like this school already, and homeroom hasn't even started yet!' Hazle took a look at her scheduel.

Room 1-A, it said at the top. That was her classroom.

After some wandering around and getting lost, she finally managed to find her classroom. She slowly and carefully opened the door.

"Oh, it's the new student!" The teacher turned towards the door.

'No, it's Yogi bear..." The teen thought in her mind.

"Class, we have a new student. Why don't you tell the class a bit about yourself?" The teacher asked Hazle.

"My name is Hazalia Oblivion. I moved here from Hollywood, California in America." Hazle sighed. "Now where's my seat?"

"You may sit in front of Haruhi." The teacher told her.

"...Who?"

"I'm Haruhi." A brown-haired boy --- no, girl --- raised her hand.

Quietly, Hazle took her seat. She placed her binder on her desk and took out a black pen from her pencilcase. The teen began to take notes as the teacher explained the lesson of the day. 'Let the torture begin...'


First chapter, DONE! hopefully, it's not too short.
Link: It is
shut up! this is a story of ACTION! not DETAIL! O
Link: Really?
iono...but chapter two MIGHT be up soon...hopefully...