Guess what?! It's a story! No duh. Anyways, it's got language which will come later on, so if you don't like it, don't read it. Anyways, Tifa is as mentioned, a new student at a new, well, school. The story's slightly AU, but it's mostly in the FFVII world.

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Chpt 1: Like, oh my god! A new student!

I strolled leisurely into the school, idly twirling my jet black hair between two fingers. I smoothed my name-tag, which read TIFA LOCKHART. It was only my (boring ol') second day starting school; so luckily, I had managed to remain perfectly invisible. The school was an ultra chic, rich-kid-dominated über über private school in Nibelheim, which I got in through an art scholarship. The filthy rich kids ignored me and some of the less intelligent, shall we say, threw me dirty looks. Gee, fun for the last year of school before college.

I sighed and looked down at her schedule. Science was next. Science being the loose term for a physics-chemistry-biology-with-ramblings-about-aliens class, with a distastefully ugly teacher name Mr. Hojo. Eww. How come schools with such a high tuition fee hire teachers with such low personal hygiene? I bet all the money went to Manolo Blahniks for those Botox'd teachers. Hmph. Before I stepped into the classroom, I checked my (beautiful) self out in a mirror (there were hundreds) on the wall. Like every other female in the school, I was dressed in a neatly starched navy blue pleated skirt, a cropped blazer, and a tortoise-shell buttoned blouse. Whoever designed this must have studied couture. Really hard, too. Anyways, I'm getting off topic. The truth is, I really, really want to ditch class, but since it was only the second day, even someone as stupid as Hojo will know something's wrong. So, too bad.

I walked into the classroom, feeling extremely insignificant in plain leather shoes while absolutely everyone else were tapping their Jimmy Choos or Gucci loafers. Nervously, I scanned the room, looking for someone to sit beside. Hojo was in a corner, reading an adult magazine, as he was yesterday. A very, well, well-developed blond, with the name tag that spelled Scarlet was tossing her hair around at a red-and-messy-haired guy who looked drunk. I quickly turned away before they saw me. They could mean danger. A sweet-looking girl with pink binders, pink nail-polish and pink hair ribbons smiled sweetly at no one in particular, which was strange. But I decided she looked nicer than everyone else in the room, so I moved towards her. Either that or she was faking it for the teacher.

I slipped in quietly beside her and saw that her name was Aerith. I was going to say hi, until she suddenly whirled around and exclaimed, "Like, oh my god! A new student!"

I felt my heart do an extra leap and almost fell back, until someone put a hand on my shoulder. The school was really freaking me out, but I turned around anyways. There was, an extremely checking-out-worthy guy, but (shame) with very eyebrow-raising-worthy hair that stuck out in every direction, standing behind me.

He laughed at my expression and exclaimed, "Aerith, cut the valley girl act and stop scaring the new students."

Aerith giggled and replied, "Oh, Cloud, I didn't realize-snicker, snicker-you were here; and I'm not scaring any new students."

Then Cloud said something again, but I didn't hear because I had disturbed them with a loud, "AHHEEEMMM!" They both looked like I had ripped off my shirt or something disturbing like that.

"Excuse me," my words were sweeter than honey, "but I'm not a new student."

The arguing couple stared at me like I was crazy or something.

"This is my second day at this (wretched, I wanted to add) school," I beamed at them. "My name is Tifa Lockhart."

Cloud stared at me for about a few more minutes and smiled slowly. "Well, Tifa…….. Welcome to the school for the filthy rich."

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"Dude, are you like serious?" I was totally shocked that these people actually dubbed the school, "for the Filthy Rich." It totally bruises my ego, you know. My extremely untrusting father works for Shinra, and this is totally embarrassing. I mean, everyone I know is 100 percent allergic to whomever has even walked near Shinra. Oh sure, it pays off to be President Shinra, but a mere employee? Never. never, never, am I going to mention it to these rich kids. That was a relief. Until-oh shit, that was, wasn't it. Oh my fu-

"Are you okay?" asked Aerith, worried at my sudden gray complexion. As everyone should (to prevent someone like Aerith, who will scream for 911 at a paper cut, to help you) I replied I was fine, and just tired. The truth was, I thought I saw Rufus Shinra, son of President Shinra, and probably the richest of the rich. Hopefully, I was hallucinating. I probably wasn't.

I noticed Cloud scrutinizing me carefully, so I gave a random excuse about not sleeping well, so they both had to let it drop. Cloud and Aerith were surprisingly easy to befriend and….the perfect couple. I was surprised at how much this bothered me. Cloud was well worth checking out, and Aerith was just a natural beauty. Mind you, if I had millions in the bank to blow, I would look like a model too. It didn't matter anyways. I was still worried about Rufus and the rest of the school. Hopefully, Rufus wouldn't recognize me. He's a real asshole.

Well, the next class was...couture?! What the hell of a school was this?!

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And that's the first chapter. I'm also working on my essay from school, which is 1100 words instead of the limited 700. I guess I got reaaaaallly carried away. Well, got lots to do before the next chapter. Also, I'm starting school soon. So I'll sonly have time to update during weekends.