A/N: Hey guys! This is my first fanfiction so please try and be nice and no hate speech! This story is going to be about what would happen if an aromantic asexual entered the host club instead of Haruhi. Now, this character is going to be heavily based on myself (seeing as I'm aro ace). I do not own Ouran High School Host Club or any of the characters. I only own myself :). Now onto the story! Talking, thoughts/flashbacks
I walked down the hall trying to find an empty quiet room, preferably a library that wasn't full. My long blonde hair threatened to fall out of the tucked under hairstyle, only secured by many bobby pins (think a hairstyle like this). Hope bubbled up inside me when I looked up at a sign that read "Library Room #4". I opened the door and immediately that hope disappeared. This library was full of students chatting loudly. An annoyed sigh escaped my lips as I shut the door and resumed walking.
My name is Ellie Willington and I had been ecstatic when three of my older siblings, Liz, Peter, and Bailey declared that they were moving to Japan and I was coming with them. Somehow, they had convinced our parents to allow me to go with them, on the condition that I was accepted into and attended Ouran High School. After working my ass off for several months, I was accepted as a scholarship student.
Now, all I wanted was to find a quiet place to study. It had been a tiring day after all. When I entered school that morning I found myself surrounded by a huge group of other students who were all interested in the new upper middle class American foreign exchange scholarship student. I was bombarded with questions all day and given strange looks because of my clothing and appearance (current outfit). Needless to say, I confused the other students. They thought I was a boy, I just figured they thought that because of the glasses I was wearing (I didn't need them to see but I'm a huge nerd and the coloring reminded me of Link from Legend of Zelda) and the fact that my long hair was tucked in on itself. The fact that I am wearing a baggy sweater, meaning my chest isn't really visible, probably isn't helping my case either.
I continued on my way, climbing up a large staircase and walked through a long hallway. God, it seems like all these rich kids come here just to screw around and be snotty. Just as I was about to give up, another door caught my attention and I walked up to read the sign. Music room 3, huh? It doesn't seem like it's currently being used. I'll just finish up the last couple of hours studying in here and then I can finally get home and play video games! Fate however, had other plans for hand gripped the handle and I flung the doors open. Somehow, red rose petals floated towards me and I saw six boys.
A/N: That's the end of the prologue! I know it's short and doesn't really dive in much, but this is my first fanfic and I want to know if others want me to continue. Please review and comment so I know how all you reader feel about the story so far.