I DON'T OWN ANYTHING EXCEPT ALEXIS. She is mine ^.^ Don't use her unless you ask me.

Alex: I feel sad for you. You don't own anything except me.

Me: Yeah… but I can live.

Edit: So the first few chapters are kinda like a prologue… I guess… BUT IT IS VERY IMPORTANT –MUST READ OR I WONT LET YOU CONTINUE.

NAME: Alexis N. Dancer (but prefers Alex and yes her initials are A.N.D) Sex: Female

Nickname: Lex (like you couldn't get any lazier!?) Blood type:? No one really knows… not even her mom.

Age: 15 Grade: about to start 10th Birthday: July 23rd

Hobbies: Cosplay (:, Play music, sing, watch anime, draw, staying fit

Looks: Usually wears dark clothes, but once in a while colorful things on special occasions. She has long dark brown hair with red bangs (her hair is kinda like the emo style with one eye covered but she usually moves it more to the side also it is straight/wavy –it's hard to explain… just figure it out-) and dark brown eyes. If cosplaying as a guy, she wears more baggy clothes due to her breast.

Personality: Nice but once in a while distant, making friends=easy, smart and artistic, she will beat up anyone who threatens her or her friends (did I mention she is strong?), can have a really bad attitude if pissed off, not usually one to judge a 'book' by its cover

Info: The younger sister, no one can find any other info on her

~ Alex's POV~

'I'm so boredddddd!' I thought to myself. 'This stupid life of mine is really getting worse overtime… I thought it would never get so bad.' "UGHHHHHH! I CANT TAKE THIS NO MORE!" I yell while standing from my seat, just to realize (once again) that I am in a plane. I look around to see (almost) everyone awake and looking at me. I could feel my face getting hot from so many eyes on me. "I'm sorry… I-I didn't mean to yell…" I say while sitting back down, putting my face in my hands in complete shame. I look at the young man sitting next to me and to my surprise he is still asleep… somehow.

'DAMN. How did this happen to me?!' I sat there quietly just to think about how the heck I ended up in a plane going to Japan. That's when I remembered everything that lead to this moment right here.

So last year my older sister, Savannah, got married to some filthy rich man named Yuuichi Ootori. Even as rich as he is, he still didn't care that we were poor as shit and married her because he 'loves her' (which frankly II don't see what he sees in my boobless, 'out there' sister… but whatever). He told me and my mom to move in with them to their freakishly large mansion. AND I MEAN FREAKISHLY LARGE. Then a few months later my sister told me she was going to tell mom about some of the extremely stupid things I have done. So, after a bunch of begging to not say anything, she said that I will go (she didn't even let me argue) to school in Japan and meet 'new people' (aka. my new 'family members'). 'Woohoo' And I meant it as sarcastically as possible.

Savannah told me I will be attending Ouran High School, just like Yuuichi's younger brother. She was going to pay for my school fees but, as the person I am, told her 'no' and took the scholarship test (and got accepted for both academics and music).Yeah, I'm really smart… but I'm not trying to brag or anything.

I packed up a bunch of my clothes, notebooks and stuffed toys but I was told I couldn't take my instruments, which pissed me off. Then I received the news that my so called 'new father-in-law', Yuuichi's father (even though he isn't really my father-in-law but rather my sister's father-in-law*), got me some instruments at his place. Then my sister bought my ticket and next thing I knew I was on a plane to Bunkyo, Tokyo. Luckily for me it was almost the end of summer but I didn't get to say bye to my friends.

'Damn Savannah. I'm blaming you for everything.' I thought as a disembodied voice came on. "PLEASE CLOSE YOUR SEAT BELTS WE ARE ABOUT TO LAND, THANK YOU", said the voice.

Once the plane landed and I finally stood in the airport I had a feeling of… well I was going to puke… and soon. Running around the airport with my hand over my mouth looking for a bathroom is the best way to get everyone's attention. So when I saw the bathroom I ran inside, but only to see my horrid and brutally abused hair from sleeping in the plane and my extremely pallid face in the reflection. As I looked at the other 'me' I slowly began to feel better. I was wearing my favorite 'Three Days Grace' hoodie (You know the white one that had the cover of the album 'Life starts now' on it) and my beautiful black skinny jeans with my black and purple Vans. With a big frown on my face, I attempted to brush my hair into its normal 'I'm badass' look. Once my monstrosity was settled I started to head to the door.

After waiting for the whole huddling group of people to get their baggage and leave I got mine. That was when I was greeted by a skinny man. "Hello, Miss. Dancer. I am here to take you and your lug-", his brown eyes widened and he stopped talking when he saw my bags in my hands and around me. "I'm sorry sir, but I don't know who the hell you are and as you can see I beat you to my bags. Now if you could show your ID before I call security for being some kind of stalker for knowing my name." I said brutally while showing my coldest smile possible. 'I am not in the mood to get robbed right now… I'm so flipping tired from that damn flight and my head hurts from so many fucking tangles I had to brush through.' I thought to myself while holding my cold smile and eyes on the man in front of me. "I'm sorry Miss; of course I will show you my ID. I believe I also should tell you that I am from the Ootori household. I am here to assist you to the house." The man who apparently from the ID was Honda had replied but was still in shock from my words.

I started to laugh and he just looked at me confused. "I'm sorry. It's just that I thought you were going to try to steel my luggage or something." I elbow him in the arm since I was still holding my bags, "If you would have just said that you were with the Ootoris then I wouldn't have been so cold. Just show me where the car is and then my stuff and I can go. Oh, and just call me Alex, Miss. Dancer is too formal." I stated with a sincere smile this time. "Yes of course Alex." He struggled when saying my name as if it's the strangest thing in the world.

He then tried to grab the bags out of my hands, which I moved out of the way. "Nope, you grab the rest of the bags." I said while turning my head to the three bags behind me. "I'm sorry Alex; I can't allow that." Honda replied to me, with his hands reaching for my luggage handles. "Yes you can. I want to help a little; I mean it is my bags." I said. He looked at me in the eyes and probably could see that 'I AM GOING TO CARRY THESE BAGS', so he just grabbed the other three and started walking outside. Once outside we walked toward a… A BLACK LIMO?! 'Damn the rich and their stupid limos. I already had too much attention on me today.' I thought while following Honda.

He put my bags in the trunk and I did the same. Then I got into the limo as he went into the driver's seat and we drove off… 'I can't wait to see how great my new life will be here.' I thought sarcastically and fell into a deep, dark sleep. All I could remember of my dream when I woke up was that I saw me and my dad playing in the park. I was still happy then.

Heyyyyyyyyy everyone. It's ColorfulShadowz here. I just wanted to say that it was kinda short… I'm sorry V.V BUT! IT WILL GET BETTER! I PROMISE!

Ok, so I understand if the part with the father-in-law thing doesn't really make sense at first so I'm going to explain this for the people who were –and still are- utterly confused (like my sister): *Alex has a sister named Savannah. Savannah married Yuuichi, Yuuichi's father is Savannah's Father-in-law, but since Alex is Savannah's sister technically Savannah's Father-in-law has no relations to Alex. Why he wants Alex to consider him as a father-in-law is unknown to everyone but him. Btw. Anyone else on Yuuichi's side of the family has no relations to Alex. *

JUST WANTED TO MAKE THAT CLEAR.

PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK SO FAR AND HOW I CAN FIX IT TO MAKE IT MAGICALLY DELICIOUS! (Sorry lucky charms commercial) If you like it please tell, email, comment, or even message (isn't that the same as email or comment?) me so I don't feel like I have wasted my time for nothing… just… please. Oh and yes I love Three Days Grace… it is one of my favorite bands ~forever and always~.