HEY GUYS! It's AnimeLover1217 here! This is my very FIRST story so please I am horrible with my grammar and I am sorry for any mis-spelled Tell me if you guys like it so I can continue the story

I don't own Fairy Tail

I was laying on my bed looking up at the ceiling deep in thought about my life with my parents, well mainly my mom because we rarely see my dad because he works hard to put food on the table which I appreciate if he wasn't addicted to gambling and rather spend his time with friends instead of family. My mother is an abusive temperamental person, and frankly I don't think she cares much for me, like it feels like she favors my little brother more. I get in trouble always, not that I am a trouble maker myself, like when it's my brother's fault completely, he doesn't get blamed. That little prankster always gets on my nerves causes my trouble but I still love him… kind of. He just makes life very difficult for me. Well that's from my perspective. My mom calls me irresponsible, but news flash I'm not a kid anymore nor a teenager I am what I call a 'Pre-Adult'. I'm no longer young enough to be called a teenager because I am 19, nor I am old enough to be called an adult. But that's not the point. I do my share of the chores, have a part-time job at a little Mexican restaurant, and have A's and B's in my university. Sometimes I think that maybe moving out of their lives would be the best choice, if I had enough money.

I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard loud squealing outside of the apartment complex across the street. I lifted my curtains and looked though my window and I see a huge mob of girls crowded around a limo in front of a restaurant. I wanted to have a better look my opening the window, but I knew it would be pointless since I live on the third floor with my family, so I just would of gotten to see just the top of this oh-so-famous person's head and it would also add to the headache I just recently got.

Trying to ignore the noises of the outside world, I got my white and black ear phones and blast it on high. I lay back down staring up at the ceiling again. I always wondered how it would be to be famous but then again never having privacy, having crazy noisy fans like the ones outside, and I just don't like having a lot of attention. Then it's decided I am never becoming famous. Maybe I can have both privacy and fame… man how much I wish I can be that little Mexican girl from the taco shell commercial. Anyways I can do animation, I am pretty decent at drawing but I am no pro, but I am improving so that one day I can draw Japanese animation like my favorite Japanese animated show "Fairy Tail". Only if this world would be more like that, with less technology, more wide open spaces, and most importantly magic! That will be so cool!

Just at the thought of having magical abilities makes me think if I were given a chance to enter a world where all magic is possible, fun, dangerous, and adventurous like the show "Fairy Tail" I would accept in a heartbeat. If I lived in that world I would rather be one of the strong ones to protect the ones I love. How awesome would it be to have: Heavenly body magic like Jellal Fernandez, Re-equip magic like Erza Scarlet without the armor, and Time Arc like Ultear Milkovich. I already got the hand-to-hand combat, as well as fencing down. I can handle myself pretty well for a girl, well then again I act more like guy anyways. Rough housing whenever I get the chance and at times I can become the most feared when it comes to my mood swings. But now that I think about it technology I pretty magical in a way. I guess- "Cassandra! What the hell are you doing? Oh yeah that's right you're doing nothing. Why don't you do something productive with your life, would yah? Now hurry up and eat or you'll starve."

I look at her wanting to cry, I should get used to this by now because it's not like the first time that I was horribly insulted by my mom like that, but then again it's my mom. You see other mom's support their kids with love not insults… why can't I have that same treatment? I wanted to yell at her and slap some sense into her that she can't be doing this….again. It's never a good idea to provoke someone like that who tends to have anger issues. Trust me I learned that the hard way. This is why I wouldn't mind moving out. I took a few deep breaths and looked at my mom in the eyes giving her a glare. My eyes tell her 'Go screw yourself.' but all I said "Okay mom."

I head towards the table, I sighed when I saw my mom's horrible attempt of cooking. She made semi-burnt beans with a side of oily flavorless Mexican rice, and a good looking grilled pork? But that's impossible it looks like it was bought but she would have bought it with non-burnt beans and flavorful rice… or maybe the pork is under cooked, yeah it's probably that. I sat down and forcibly ate the beans and rice. Once I was finished I looked at the pork questionably. I cut it in half only to see to my surprise that it's perfectly cooked, I ate a piece and it felt like heaven my eyes was sparkling with delight. I saw my mom and asked her out of curiosity "Did you cook this pork?"

She gave me a smug smile "Like it?"

I nodded my head vigorously

"Well, I did cook it."

My jaw dropped "How? It's so good!"

She wacked my on the head "I took cooking classes, dummy."

"Why did you take cooking classes? Got tired of poisoning yourself?" I asked with a smirk, which earned me a harder hit on the head.

"Ouch. That one hurts." I playfully pouted

"Just shut up and finish eating." she snapped. I turned back to my food with a smile on my face. I always cherished moments like these when she would act like a friend rather than the angry temperamental person she usually is.

Once I finished eating I looked around and see my dad isn't here, I rolled my eyes and mumbled "Surprising." I picked up my plate and headed for the sink. My little brother thought it would be funny if he scared me with my hands full, so he popped out of nowhere with a Chucky mask on and screamed. I was startled and dropped the plates and the broke, I looked up to scold that kid but he was gone and I heard my mom yelled out my name and I can hear her stomping her way to where I am. I panicked. At a lighting fast pace I picked up the majority of the pieces and threw it in the trash, ran grabbed my bumble bee knitted bag and ran out of the house with hands bleeding. I just did not want to face my mom's wrath for something that was clearly not my fault. "Stupid brother with his stupid pranks" I complained to no one in particular.

I walked about the streets with my head hanged low in deep thought heading to my comfort location, the park. I ask myself "Why does everything get blamed on me. I mean I don't complain and accept it when I know I deserve it. But what did I do to wrong? Thought only bad things happen to bad people and good things happen to those who do good. That's why I try my best to be good help others stand up for what's right…" I looked up and saw I made it in front of a wishing fountain, afraid to wish for something because every time I do wish it's always jinxed and it does the opposite. I took a deep breath and hoped that the outcome was different. I got out a coin from my bag and wished "I wish….for something can cheer me up" I said with a sad smile. I tossed the coin and once it hit the water as if on cue someone tapped my shoulder. Once I turned I came face to face with a man holding a gun to my face. I paled and thought to myself 'I really shouldn't of have wished'
I managed to talk "W-what do you-u w-want-t?" he quickly answered with an aggressive voice "GIVE ME YOUR PURSE" I was trembling inside I thought to myself 'Wow. Just my day'.