A/N: So this is a mostly OC story for OHHC. But I am planning on putting some Haruhi and Tamaki in there too. And maybe a bit for the twins and Kyoya as well. Just haven't got there yet. This first chapter is short, but there is more to update!

Hope you all like it!

Danielle looked over the city that would be her new home in Japan. She would be starting school in a week. Her mom had asked her if she would like to go look at the prestigious school that was Ouran High, but didn't really want to. She'd be spending enough time there, whatever it looked like she'd find out when school started for her second year. Danielle wasn't sure if she was excited to start school at her first private school and see this opportunity as an adventure, or if she would rather be back home with all of her old friends. She would find out soon.

Looking in the mirror Danielle didn't even want to leave her room. Did the girls here really have to wear this? She was wearing a just-below-the-knee cream yellow dress with a white lace collar and puffed sleeves. How was she suppose to wear her converse in this? She was not walking around school in heels all day. Rummaging through her closet where she had put her shoes she pulled out a pair of black flats. They would have to do.

"Danielle! Are you ready?" Her mom called.

Sighing, Danielle grabbed her messenger bag with her books in it, her dress and bag clashed, total opposites.

"What's the matter?" Her mom asked looking at her daughter's face.

"This dress looks stupid."

Her mom didn't answer for a moment, "No it isn't, it's just different than you are used to. It will be fine sweetie." She smiled. But she could see the amusement behind her mother's eyes.

Danielle didn't answer. Sure it would.

Stepping out of the town car, Danielle took a few steps and looked through the tall open iron gates to Ouran High. The architecture was amazing, an old fashioned design with yellow stone walls and white trims. A huge fountain in the middle of the courtyard. Walking a few more steps into the grounds she could see there were multiple buildings to the school, probably more that she couldn't see beyond the three she was looking at.

The main building in front of her had a clock tower, and seeing the time she started for the double doors. There was no way she wanted to be late for class. Finding it she realized would be the hard part.

First class was uneventful. Seemed like her old school back home, except most of the class were either guys talking about politics or girls, and the girls either talking about guys or this place called the Host Club. Danielle couldn't figure out exactly what they were talking about. But from all of the giggling she figured it has something to do about a club of boys. What was a host club anyway?