Hey there everyone! been a hell of a long time! I haven't posted since freshman year maybe earlier! and well I'm about to be a senior sooooo... oops! but! no worries I've got this new juicy story for yall and I hope you enjoy it! give me all the constructive criticism! (and maybe some compliments to help my ego! hehehe! anyway here is the first chapter!

As she threw the last of the cardboard boxes into the tiny kitchen of her new home, the young teen wiped the beads of sweat from her brow. Moving took a lot of work, especially when you're not used to doing things on your own. I guess growing up with a hundred servants could do that to a person.

With a big huff of air, the blonde threw herself onto the couch that sat in the small living space. Thankfully her landlady already had furniture, well aside from a bed but, the moving people would do that when they got there. All she had to do now is wait for them. While she waits, she decides to fish out her journal from one of the boxes, she grabs her pen and begins to write within it's blank pages.

Dear Diary,

I have finally finished moving all my things into this new house. It's much smaller than what I'm used to, but it's actually kinda nice. Makes me feel… less lonely I guess. The mansion was always so eerie, even with all the servants, the long halls just seemed so vacant.

Honestly, I thought that the death of my father would have a bigger effect on me, even though he was never home to begin with. I guess that's why, it's like he's not even dead, he's just on another business trip. Or maybe that's what I keep telling myself so it's easier to bear, I don't know anymore. It's like I'm forgetting how to feel.

-Lucy

Just as she signed her name, the doorbell rang out, making her jump back to reality. She got up to open the door, allowing the movers to do what the needed to set up her bed. As they began their work, she looked at the clock on her phone.

4:30 pm. Almost time for dinner, and she still had no food. Grabbing her purse and letting the movers know she was leaving for a moment, she headed out the door and down the street to the local grocery store. As she exited her building, she reached into the small messenger bag that hung at her hip, grabbing the small box of cigarettes and opening it, frowning at finding only half of one left in the box. Groaning, she dug out the half-smoked butt, and pulled her lighter out from the side pocket of her purse, lighting it and taking a drag. As she passed by a park, the took the opportunity to throw away the empty box, having no room for trash in her bag.

Not long after throwing her cigarette butt away, she reached the convenience store. Walking inside, she was hit with a waft of cool air. Lucy grabbed a basket and began to roam the isles, scanning for easy dinner meals until she was fully settled into her new home. Picking up some T.V. dinners and some fruits, vegetables, milk and eggs.

As she carted through the aisle, she noticed a young woman stumbling around the booze section. It looked like she was already drunk. It appeared she had even stripped off her shirt, the only thing she was wearing was a pair of brown capris with a blue...was that a swimsuit top? And a pair of sandals. A large, furry messenger bag adorned around her torso, her large breasts basically eating the strap. Her long, dark chocolate hair was wavy and almost to her butt. When the woman turned toward Lucy, she could see a strange symbol tattooed just to the right of her belly button. Dark cuffs sat at the top of her arms as well as some silver bracelets on her left hand. A tiny pink belt held her bottoms in place.

The womans dark violet eyes locked with Lucy's brown ones and she gave a drunken grin. Stumbling her way closer to the blonde with a sinister look on her face.

"How's it goin' there blondiie~" The mystery lady slurred, stepping closer to the teen. Lucy stumbled in confusion, "U-um, fine..?" She replied nervously. The drunkard kept getting closer until she was right in Lucy's face. She looked around desperately searching for someone to help, but alas the aisles were void of other shoppers. 'Damn these small towns!' the busty blonde thought to herself.

"What's yer' name sweetie? The lady spoke again, her hot breath fanning over Lucy's face, the smell of cheap alcohol made her want to gag. "M-my name is Lucy." She replied, trying to gently push the woman away from her.

"S'a cute name hehe, mines Cana *Hic* you gotta phone number I can have?~" The woman named Cana mewled. 'Is this bitch really hitting on me?!' her inner self screamed, but being the kind-hearted girl she was, she gave it to her anyway. "Y-yeah here." She then proceeded to take Canas' phone and enter her number in the other woman's contact list (which was packed full of people). And handed her back the device. Finally, Cana grabbed a bottle from the shelf and walked out, but not before winking at Lucy and blowing a kiss goodbye. Lucy felt a shiver a disgust as she watched the seeming alcoholic stumble her way out of the building. Now ready to get home, she quickly got a few more items and check out. Speed walking her way back to the house.

After a long day, the movers had finished setting up the rest of her furniture and Lucy had unpacked all the boxes. She was ready for a nice hot soak. Her favorite thing about this new house was the giant, stone bath. Accompanied by a large shower, enclosed in glass with a rain showerhead. It was absolutely beautiful. Lucy turned on the hot water and let it run for a moment before plugging the drain. She added her favorite essential oil to the water and let it fill. As it ran, she grabbed a towel from her drier and proceeded to undress before stepping into the hot water. She sighed in relief as the heat relaxed her aching muscles. After a while of just letting all of her pent up stress fade away, she let the water drain and started up a quick shower to actually clean herself. She does her usual routine and once finished steps out of her shower steaming. After drying off she wraps herself in her soft towel and proceeds to brush her teeth. Once she is cleaned in all aspects, she slips into her night shorts and one of her father's old t-shirts. All ready for bed, she yawns in exhaustion and cuddles up to plu, a stuffed dog that her mother gave to her as a gift before her death. After letting her thoughts roam for a few moments, her eyes become heavy and she drifts off into a deep slumber.

Welllll? What did you think? Should i continue with chapter 2? (im gonna do chapter 2 whether you want lmao. let me know what you think!