It was around 8 am as the sun rose and the blinds of the limousine I was escorted in became quite useful. I sat there contemplating on how my life has lead me here to this very prestigious academy.

My windblown, messy, curled, long, reddish brown hair fluttered around as the A/C unit blasted cold winds towards my face. My glasses started to fog up from the cold breeze as I pulled them off to wipe and then grab my dark red satchel bag from the corner of the limo. I open the latch of the bag and peruse through it meticulously.

"Two grey notebooks, a red pencil case with unlimited pencils and a sharpener, black ink pens, audio recorder, my black and red ear-buds, music player, my phone and even a few candy bars," I say whilst searching for something else. Everything a good researcher needs if I must say so myself.

I dig deeper and see that my lucky bright red and black striped pen was in there and knew today was going to be a good day. I never leave home without it and this thing has given me so many creative ideas for story headlines, interesting spin articles and has saved my grades from menacing assignments when I ran out of ink.

This was a gift from my parents when I was about five years old, they saw my love for writing and I immediately took off into the journalism world.

Oh great I sound like an Ultimate already, oh joy.

Even though I abhor these students for having special rights, I will say this, they have extremely good circumstances and incentives brought to them in case they refuse the first time. Hope's Peak didn't mess around I can tell you that much.

I take my lucky pen, open a notebook and start jotting down points and questions I would be asking some teachers and the headmaster. My goal in this is simple, to expose Hope's Peaks' corruption, potential favoritism and inequality towards its' average students.

Because you see, I'm average from top to the bottom. Now you might think of me as pretentious, but I genuinely behoove that I'm normal and not the best journalist in the entire country.

Heck why did my adviser choose me out of the other students? Why was I chosen? Was it fate? Destiny? Stupid Main Character Syndrome? Convoluted Plot reasons?Who knows?

I continue to write down more questions as the waterfall of ink came to a screeching halt as the limo stopped and the doors of the bright new day glared it's ugly head at me. I grab my belongings and step outside as the winds were blowing heavily today and my knee length ruffled grey skirt flew up and my ruffled burgundy blouse flapped in my face. My slightly pale skin was highlighted in the shining sunlight and my eyes were blinded by a mirror like reflection.

I stepped outside bag in arm as the limo drove off into the solemn distance. I puffed my face and pumped myself up for this assignment, I was finally going to expose this overrated academy once and for all... at least that's what I thought.

I walked through the open metal gates and as soon as I opened the doors, my legs started to wobble and my bag fell to the floor.

"What...the..." I say sleepily as my mind drifts into a pool of unconscious delight.

A few hours later...

I woke up with my face touching the wooden surface of something hard. I look around for my glasses and put them on to see that I was holed up in an empty classroom. I was lying flat onto a pair of desks lined up like a flat bed and I proceeded to hop off before I started to fall asleep again. My flat black shoes were on the floor as my feet were stretched out exposed to the slight darkness of the room.

I slip them on and touch the metallic floor of steel tiles, it appears as if this room was outfitted with everything you'd see in a super maximum prison school. The windows were barred shut with metal plates an nails sticking out, the grey doors slides from left to right and seemed not as creaky as the wooden desks I slept on, the whiteboard had a few old splotches of ink and paint of it and the ceiling was surprisingly new looking with a purplish tint to it and the walls were plastered with the most gaudy looking striped cheetah print ever.

I should get out of here before I get a seizure from the bright colors. I opened the door and exited the weird classroom to see a brightly lit hallway with floors that were red luminescent tiled with red lights illuminating the room, the walls were a light blue striped pattern, the hallway was narrow and long and felt endless. I walked around a few corners and saw a few doors leading to these rooms I managed to encounter:

Nurse's Office, Library, Gym, Bathrooms, Changing Rooms, Study Hall, Cafeteria, Music/AV room, a few empty classrooms and an unknown door with no noticeable locks or handles on it.

Interesting...but now is not the time for that, I started to search around for more clues as to where I was and overheard a cacophonous bunch of white noise.

A bunch of male voices were heard coming from the Cafeteria and a few female voices also joined the loud symphony of interlaced squawking.

I approached the Cafeteria door and twisted the handle before I heard a voice say something important...

The voice came from a male and but sounded almost high pitched like a cartoon character's voice. It was grating to hear as if nails were scratched against a chalkboard.

I couldn't picture who would have that voice and proceeded to open the door as the voice grew even more menacing...

Whose voice was it and what was Arihime going to meet on the other side? Find out next time on Hope's Lie.

Hello everyone and sorry for the lack of real chapters, I was waiting for OC's to come in (still waiting patiently) and I decided to introduce a chapter where Ari finds out how and why she came to the school. I hope you all liked this brief chapter and if there's any mistakes or you want me to add any rooms I might have missed please let me know in either reviews or PM's.

If you liked Ari's intro tell what you liked about it and what you'd like me to fix.

Now I hope you all enjoyed this mini chapter and can't wait for more OC's to pop by.

I will make the next chapter as soon as I get the right amount of OC's or I will do this in parts, whatever works. Plus I will add in fourth wall jokes or parody moments if neccesary to levy a scenes dark contents if that makes sense.

So yeah bye you all and have a good day or night, keep on reading.

UPDATE 1):
HELLO EVERYONE HOPE YOU'RE HAVING A GREAT DAY. I've come down with a cold from school (because people need those credits) and am feeling a little weak so I might not update as much as I'd like to. But enough about me, I have some good news for you guys, I've decided to make it twenty characters to be added and not eighteen.

Why you may ask? Because NIS America (the game company who dubs Danganronpa games) has recently announced...a release date for V3 in English coming out in September of the 26th. YAYAYAYAY anyway in celebration of that two more OC's can be entered into the story and you guys have even more of a chance to get your OC's in.

So yeah that's an update, hope you all are having a great day and tbh this might be the first DGR fanfic where there's potentially more survivors than the games, so hype as always.

Bye and see you all next time