Authors Notes:

Hey I have posted this little fanfiction a couple of times but this is it. If I don't finish this fanficiton then I will hate myself forever so, here it is. Yes I am looking for a new Beta Reader If anyone knows a good one then I would love to hear so go to their profile thanks.

Enjoy the first chapter~

My dream started out as normal as ever. Always the same thing, me as a little kid, with my brown long hair reaching down a little pass my shoulders. It would always be winter in this particular dream, with snowy footprints all over the ground. I would see a big building standing in the distance, with all of its massive pillars. I was wearing my long, pink and white coat with matching pink mittens. And I was standing in front of two kids, twins actually. But their appearances would get fuzzier and fuzzier with every dream I had of them. One thing did stand out to me though; it was that their hands were inter locked together.

'Would you like to play with me?' I asked. They would ask me a question like "Which one is which?" I said the one on the left was one and the one on the right was the other.

"You guessed wrong." They'd say. I felt my heart break into a million pieces right there, but I was more worried about them.

"I'm sorry. Don't cry, Ok? " I would plea. I didn't get an answer out of them only open mouths with no words coming out. Then it felt like the world was growing warmer as the light of the warm sun engulfed me.

Chapter 1:

The Faithful encounter!

The first day of school was always hard for me, especially since I am a very nervous person. Plus I am at a different school, which makes it harder. Who am I kidding I am in a whole different country. You see, I am Hope Roseshard, musical prodigy. And none other than the head master of Ouran High School has scouted me. I know exciting right? Well today is my very first day at this marvelous school and let me tell you, it sucks. Yep being the new kid isn't that awesome when you have these angry Barbie dolls glaring at you just because you don't have the official school uniform yet. And to top it off it is a snotty rich kid school. If I had known that then I would have not taken the scholarship to come half way around the world to this school, I would have stayed in Louisiana. But, here I am now I can't do anything about it. The only down side to this is that my grandmother could not come with me because she has a weak immune system and has to stay at home.

I hope she is ok.

As I walked into my homeroom I had noticed that there were snotty rich kids everywhere. And most of kids where in their own little clicks that I probably will never fit into, and others where eating things from silver platters handled by butlers and maids.

What is this place?

I also saw two people carry another away somewhere.

OK. Is this the right homeroom?

I walked back out of the room to check the number.

Yep. That is the right number so this is my homeroom. Yeah. That's just great.

I quickly scanned the room for the teacher or some sort of adult figure, spotting one at the board writing something. I walked up to the teacher; head down so I would not attract attention of others. I cleared my throat so he would notice me. The teacher looked down at me then he seemed to beam at me. I freaked a backing away just a little bit.

"Oh. You must be the scholarship, musical prodigy, the school picked up am I right?" he asked happiness in his voice.

"Yes. I am. The name is Hope Roseshard." I said as beamed that he knew that I was a scholarship person and a musical prodigy.

"Yes. Lets see, you can take a set next to Mr. Fujioka over there near the window." he pointed to an empty seat next to a guy that had chocolate brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. I sighed and walked towards my seat ignoring the stares I got along the way.

I set my messenger bag down next to my seat and took a glance at the guy next to me, with his short brown hair with his big brown eyes that seemed to big to be a guys but hey what would I know.

I took out my sketchpad and began to draw him. The round of his face the way his hair dropped just so.

"Hello. Are you new?" a voice asked me.

I looked up to see the guy I was drawing right in front of me, Haruhi Fujioka. I took a moment to study his face a little more then looked down again, and mumbled "Yeah. I'm new."

I went back to add a few details to his face that I hadn't noticed before like how his face was way more soft on the edged and less chiseled than a guys would be.

"Is that a drawing of me?" Fujioka asked me. "Yeah." I mumbled again.

Then it dawned on me I don't know this school very well I could ask Haruhi-san to show me around.

"Hey. Haruhi-san could you show me around. Please." I asked looking up from my drawing to do puppy eyes at the guy in front of me.

"Well I guess, is there somewhere you need to go?" he asked me.

"Actually, yes there is somewhere I need to go." I said as I scribbled the room number on the edge of the paper and tore it off and handed it to him. He glanced at it and nodded.

"Ok let's meet here. Ok here you go." Haruhi said as he handed me a piece of paper with a number on it. I nodded and said "Thank You" then went back to drawing the rest of Haruhi on my paper and to drown out the teachers boring lesson. Though my mind did go to the thought that asking Haruhi, a person I have just meet, to show me around was a bad idea, but hey what could go wrong?

Authors Notes:

Hey! We got through the first chapter without any causalities. So, what do you think of it so far? Cool. Exciting. Can't wait for the next chapter? Well click that next button and continue reading!