Title: Not All Good Things Must Come to an End

Summary: Mom had always said that, "all good things must come to an end," and I think I've experienced enough in my life to prove her statement correct. With that as my philosophy, I now begin my new life at a new school, Ouran Academy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club or any of its characters, just my OC.

I stood in front of the enormous school building, my blue eyes staring in awe at the elegance and the beauty of its architecture while wondering to myself how a school could possibly look this majestic. When I had received my scholarship to Ouran a few weeks ago, I knew full well that the school would be nothing compared to what I had ever experienced, but the moment the image of the Ouran Academy building appeared in my view, I realized that I was in for a whole lot more. The sheer fact that I realized that just upon seeing the school's exterior definitely said something about the place.

I stayed in that position for a good few minutes before my senses kicked in, reminding me of where I was and how stupid I probably looked, standing still and staring at a school building as if it was hypnotising me, which it kind of was. I took my gaze off of the eye catching building and glanced around at the many students getting out of limos, walking up the path, and climbing up the castle like stairs leading into the school. The sight of seeing so many students in the exact same outfits, boys clad in their blue suits, and girls adorned in their yellow dresses, was a sight I'd have to get used to after spending all of my previous school years surrounded by students dressed in whatever suited their liking. Looking down at my own yellow attire, I realized that dressing in the same outfit everyday would be just another thing I'd have to get used to.

Focusing my attention back on the building in front of me, and trying not to get too distracted by its glamor again, I took a deep breath and began to walk slowly in its direction, trying my best to fit in with the students walking beside me. So far, I hadn't gotten any strange looks, or at least I hadn't noticed any. Aside from my unfamiliar face, I didn't think I stood out too much. My chocolate brown hair fell nicely onto my shoulders, my bangs just hitting the top of my sky blue eyes. My favorite blue bow, also one of my only bows, sat neatly in my hair as I had taken a lot of time that morning to make it look just right. The bow had belonged to my mother, and wearing it made me feel like she was with me, giving me all the confidence I needed to survive this treacherous new journey.

The interior of the building was just as magnificent, if not more magnificent than the exterior. I had to force my eyes straight ahead in order to keep them from gazing off at all the glamor surrounding me. Its colossal size scared me, its many staircases and zigzagging hallways making my mind spin by just trying to differentiate one from the other.

The school bell then rung, making me panic because I still hadn't gone to the school office to receive my schedule. Seeing as I had no idea where I was or where I was supposed to go, I decided that I'd have to be a little courageous and ask someone for directions. I glanced around me and tried looking for the nicest looking person out of the many students hurrying past me, rushing to get to their classes on time. My frantic eyes set upon a dark haired boy walking past me, trying his best to balance the stack of books in his hands. I decided to ask him, as he seemed the least intimidating out of the many other students walking past me.

"Excuse me, would you mind giving me directions to the office?"

Despite my best attempts, my voice came out in a hushed, almost inaudible tone. I was surprised to see that he actually heard me above all the chatter in the hall, and looked up at me to meet my gaze.

"Sure. I'm actually passing it on my way, so just follow me."

I mumbled a thanks, somewhat disappointed that I couldn't overcome my shyness, and followed the polite boy down the hall. His height seemed a little too short for a male, but I didn't think about it too much as my brother had been pretty short for his age too. I immediately regretted comparing him to my brother as it just brought back the memories I had tried to lock away upon starting my new life at Ouran.

"Are you alright? You look a little upset about something."

I quickly shook my head at the boy's question of concern. "Yes, I'm fine, thank you. Just a bit nervous."

He smiled at me. "First day, huh? I've been there, I know exactly what you're going through."

He then stopped in his tracks and pointed to his right. My gaze followed his finger and I could see the office up ahead.

"There's the office. Good luck and maybe I'll see you around. I've got to get to class now, bye."

I mumbled another thanks, scolding myself at the same time for showing, yet again, a lack of appreciation. As the boy walked away, I realized I hadn't asked for his name. Oh well, maybe I'd have another chance later.

I walked up to the main desk and waited for the secretary to notice my presence.

"Excuse me."

The secretary swiveled around in her chair to face me.

"Hello, how can help you, dear?"

I hesitated, as I could feel my voice already getting stuck in my throat. Damn shyness.

"I'm a new student here, Miyazaki Toshiko. I believe I was told to come here for my schedule?"

The secretary smiled and rummaged through some papers on her desk. 'Oh yes, Toshiko, I knew I didn't recognize you."

She pulled out a slip of paper from a large envelope. "Here you go. Good luck on your first day."

She smiled again and I managed to give her a small smile back.

Walking away, I sighed and looked over the paper in my hands. I still couldn't believe that I was actually here, at the prestigious Ouran Academy. A part of me wanted to rejoice and feel hopeful about it, but my more experienced self got in the way, reminding me of every other time I had been hopeful about something in the past, and how those situations came to end. No, I told myself, life was not going to disappoint me this time. I was going to expect its bad ending because as Mom had always said, "all good things must come to an end."

This is my first time writing for Ouran, so we'll see how it goes.

This will be a KaoruXOC because he's my favorite host! Also because I've read a lot of HostXOC fics and to be honest, quite a lot of them seemed very unrealistic, as in the OC is somehow always able to tell that Haruhi is a girl, can tell the twins apart, unfazed by the host club (which sometimes isn't a bad thing, but I feel sometimes it has been way overdone), and always gets introduced to the host club rather quickly and in the most unrealistic, and absurd of ways. Sorry if I'm being too critical, but that's just my opinion.

Anyway, I've decided to do this in first person, and I can tell you right now that it will be switching POV's so I'll try to make things as unconfusing as possible. Other than that, I hope you liked it so far, and I know it's kind of hard to comment on the first chapter, but I would love to hear what you think, so reviews are appreciated.

Not sure when the next update will be, but until then, have a nice day and thanks again for taking the time to read my story.