It was my first day at Ouran High, and I was absolutely thrilled. Several weeks ago, I had finally received word that I was the lucky scholarship student who was allowed to attend the school for the obnoxiously wealthy. I'm actually a geography prodigy, as many people tell me, and I've always been top of my class, which is probably why I was chosen.

Oddly, I'm attending starting second semester. Apparently I'm not the only scholarship student, since last semester someone named Haruhi was one. However, I know that I can rise to the top of my class and become the top student in Geography!

After my first class had let out, I knew I needed to find somewhere quiet to sit and pour over locations. Naturally, I headed for the library to begin with, but I was met with a bunch of talkative spoiled brats. Scratch that location off the list.

Next, I headed to the second library (Can you believe they have two libraries?), but was only greeted with the same sight. After what seemed like ages of searching, I finally found an unassuming room that couldn't possibly be in use: Music Room 3.

Head butting the door open, I hopped inside, and was faced with an unlikely sight. Seven boys were sitting at what appeared to be a tea party, drinking... Self made coffee? "S-sorry to bother you guys," I said quickly, trying to hop out of there as quickly as possible.

"It looks like we have a customer! Welcome to the Host Club!" Suddenly, a tall and very handsome blonde man was towering above me, giving me a rather seductive smile. "What's your name, little one?"

Now you see, my height is a rather touchy subject, considering I'm less than half a foot tall, so when he said this, I immediately lost control. "Little?! I'll have you know that-"

Instead of cowering in fear, the blonde guy just laughed, revealing a pearly white set of teeth. "Touchy, touchy! So, tell me, what's your type?" He gestured around him, as though displaying his fellow classmates seated at the table like auction items.

"My type? I don't know, I've always liked Comic Sans, but personally I'd be alright with Times New Roman." I looked at the other guys seated at the table, each one equally as attractive as blondie, if not more so. There was one guy with glasses who seemed to be judging me from his seat at the end of the table. I could already tell. He's a douche.

"No, your type of guy, silly!" The blonde guys shot me a winning smile.

Was this dude on drugs?

Backing up, I said, "Listen, I'm a non-gender specific probably asexual character, I'm not even sure if I'm into guys." Part of me wanted to run from this place, but the other part wanted to stay, just to see what sort of hellish occurrences happened in Music Room 3.

"I haven't seen you around school before. Who are you?" The blonde one asked, suddenly eyeing me suspiciously.

Oh no. Oh dear lord. He asked it. He asked the question. There was nothing I could do. Whenever someone asks who I am, I automatically have to sing-

"If there is a place you got to go

I am the one you need to know

I'm the Map!

I'm the Map!

I'm the Map!

If there is a place you got to get

I can get you there I bet

I'm the Map!

I'm the Map!

I'm the Map!

I'm the Map!

I'm the Map!

I'm the Map!"

Now they all know my secret.

I'm the map.