American Reject Chapter 1, an ouran high school host club fanfic

Hey people! So, this is my first Ouran High School Host Club fan fiction...I don't even think anyone will like it, but if I get a review or two I will continue writing! Enjoy!

Japan. That's where I am now. Japan. The word doesn't seem right in the mouth of a girl who came from New York.

Japan.

Nope. Still not right. But, I will probably get used to it. No, I would have to get used to it. When you get a music scholarship to some rich school in Japan, you don't turn it down.

I am currently sitting in the small house my scholarship paid for. Campus is a five minute walk away, and school starts in about an hour. I stare at my trumpet, sitting across from me on the bed. It is not a polished gold, but shiny silver. This trumpet made me famous.

Haha, just kidding.

But I did win an international competition with that trumpet. And earn my scholarship to Ouran Academy. I close my case and stand, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I have shoulder length black hair with bright red streaks. I am wearing the boy's uniform. I hate dresses, and the principal said it was ok that I wear the other uniform.

I put my backpack on and exit my house, locking the door behind me. I sigh. School doesn't start for nearly an hour, but I need to learn my way around the school. It is a short walk to school, and when I get there I wander around aimlessly, checking my watch every five minutes or so. I reach my classroom, and keep going. I pass a couple of enormous libraries. This place is huge, I think to myself. One wall of the hallway is a continuous window, overlooking the grounds. The sun shines through and warms my face. My old school had ten classrooms, a gym, a cafeteria, and a band room. This is just insane. I pass a music room, stop, then go back. I stand outside, debating with myself. Do I go in? I take a deep breath. I didn't come all the way to Japan to chicken out at the last second. I grab the door handle, turn, and open the door.

Everyone in the room stops playing. Oh, sweet Jesus. Everyone in the room is a guy. No joke. Every last person. I am the only girl. The director looks to be around thirty. He gives me a warm smile. He helped train me for the international music contest. When I placed first, he insisted I study abroad.

"Band, this is the student I was telling you about earlier this week. Her name is Hailey Toro. I have placed her as first chair." The trumpet player currently in first chair raises his hand. "I apologize, but, can you play us something before you take first chair?" I blink a couple times. "Hailey, why don't you play us the song that earned you first place?" The director, Mr. Fujishige suggests. I nod. I take out my trumpet and play a scale and arpeggio to warm up. Flight of the bumblebee. that's the song I played that earned me first place. It is said to be one of the hardest song in the world, and I have mastered it.

I lick my lips and take a deep breath. I play the first few bars and the class watches intently. After I finish the song, they all clap politely. I smile and take my spot as first chair. The boy next to me shakes my hand. We practice for a while, then the director dismisses us ten minutes before school starts. The boy who was previously first chair, Akihiro, shows me to the classroom I will be in, 2A. We both take our trumpets and set them in the back of the classroom. My first day at this school isn't going badly. But this day has just begun.

I know it's short. Don't injure my face. Just a random thought that may turn into a story if I get a review. If I do continue, the Host Club will be in the next chapter...so if you like it, review and I will write more!