Hey guys!

So this is my new fanfic. There's nothing I really have to say about it, only that it does include my OC and that the ship is OCxTwins.

Sorry its so short as well. I promise there will be longer chapters later.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

I stared up at the large school building, my heart racing. The giant clock tower hid the sun. The cherry blossom trees swayed in the wind, the petals falling down like snow. Students walked and chatted amongst each other as they walked around the building.

I was shaking. I couldn't believe I was finally here! Ouran Academy, the most prestigious school in all of Japan. It's only for rich kids, but I was accepted because of my high grade point average. Plus, I'm a transfer student from America. My parents died in a car accident, and I have to live with my cousin Haruhi Fujiyoka in Japan. This was the best school I could go to, so here I am.

"Naomi!" I heard a familiar voice call my name. I turned around to see a brown-haired boy in a blue suit jacket and black suit pants (the male school uniform) running toward me. As he got closer, I took a better look at him. That's when I recognized him—or should I say, HER.

"H-Haruhi?" I gasped as the girl approached me. She gave a small laugh. "Yep, that's me," she said. I looked at her. This couldn't be my cousin Haruhi.

"Wow, you look... different," was all I could bring myself to say. "Me? Look at you," she said as she hugged me tight. "Last time we saw each other, you were three years old!" I laughed at her remark. Its true, we haven't seen each other for thirteen years. I kinda missed her, even though we would video chat practically twice a week. She would tell me all about what was going on in Japan, and I would tell her about America. But after her mom died, she stopped calling me. I guess she was too upset to talk to anyone.

We both walked into the large school talking. Haruhi told me how when she came to Ouran, she was mistaken for a boy. She told me about the club she had to join because she broke a special vase that cost eight million yen. The club was called the Host Club, and she shivered at the name. "What's wrong?" I asked confusedly. "Well," she began as we approached a large door. Above the door, the sign read 'Music Room #3'. As Haruhi opened the door, she quickly shut it, quietly whispering to herself. "I don't know if you really wanna meet these guys," she said with exasperation. "They're kind of a handful." Then she looked at me from head to toe.

My blonde, curly hair was pulled into two low pigtails with red ribbons. I wore a red and white short sleeved hoodie over a bright yellow tank top. Baggy ripped jeans stretched from my waist to my knees. I had my old dirty Converse sneakers on. And to top it off, I had a small backpack slung over my shoulder. I looked like an average American sixteen-year-old girl.

Haruhi sighed. She turned back around and opened the large door. As rose petals escaped into the hallway, I took a deep breath and walked into Music Room #3.

Once again, very sorry about this chapter being so short, I'm still an amateur writer. Hope you enjoyed it. Please review, and do try to be honest!

~Foxy-chan