Conquest: Ouran High School Host Club
Written by: Viola Ophelia
Prologue
Sighing, I made a futile attempt to adjust the heinous
uniform that I was being forced into wearing. Really, I don't even
know why I'm bothering with this whole "school" thing. It's not as if
I actually need the education, or the contacts! I have plenty of both
already! Honestly, if it wasn't stated in my father's will that I must
attend the "prestigious" Ouran Academy, I wouldn't even be going.
Trying once more to make the ugly yellow dress look flattering, I
gave it up as a lost cause as the chiffon seemed reluctant to hold any
shape other than the heavily starched one it had already received. I
glanced once more in the mirror, and didn't see anything else extremely
remarkable.
I will be the first person to admit that I'm not stunningly
gorgeous. My extremely curly hair, which is the color of red velvet
cake, always manages to look like a birds nest, even with some of the
best stylists money can buy, and let's not even talk about the time I
tried to straighten it... My eyes were not particularly interesting
either, just a boring shade of green, the color of freshly mowed
grass. The kind that hadn't been fertilized to death. I also wasn't
skinny or fat, but the awkward in-between, better known as AVERAGE! but,
what I lacked in looks, I more than made up for in personality, and if
anyone gives me crap at this pretentious school, boy, they better look
out...