Well, I just got this idea a while ago! hurray..

Well, This fanfiction will purely just be for fun for me. I'm already working on another one presently. (The Thirsty Hibiscus), which now has a complicated plot, that I am dying over. *cries to the heavens* why me!!

Anyway...this was fun to write..I'm probably gonna write the next chapter soon.. (enough..)

Well have fun!

Chapter One

First Day

It was just like kindergarten, when parents unwillingly let go of their children. They left them to the care of nervous teachers who always braved a smile towards the unruly children. And high school was hardly different. Well, not for Nasuada.

She tightened the strap of her heavy bag over her shoulder, surveying the new campus lightly. She had always hated the idea of boarding school, but her father meant business. But that didn't mean she had to like it. She tugged at her tie uncomfortably, hating the fact that she had to wear a uniform, and took a last glance at her father who was waving supportingly at her. She weakly smiled and waved back. Then turned her attention to the large group of students on the front lawn who looked as lost as she did. "Guess those are the freshmen.." she mumbled with heading towards them.

Books, books…and more books. "God it's like the Renaissance All over again!" she complained as the block co-ordinator piled another three thick spined books unto her already large pile. Her arms trembled from the weight. She held the books steadily in her hands, walking slowly and trying her best to keep her balance. "Thanks!" she grumbled to the teacher who was busy torturing another student with the book piling. "God I hate this.." she groaned when she realized that the height of the books prevented her from seeing anything in front of her. She kept walking hoping that no one would bump into her.

"Finally, some good luck!" she grinned as the strain of the books cramped her arms numb. She had spotted the Hall monitor. Surely he would help her. "Uhm…excuse me…" she shyly began. The monitor looked up.

"HEY!...you should be at class…you Late!" immediately he began scribbling furiously in a small notepad that he seemed to procure from thin air. "Name!" he demanded not looking up from his writing.

Nasuada stared horrified at him. Hadn't he noticed the amount of books she was carrying? She stared in disbelief at the hall monitor who was obviously going to give her a detention. "On the first day of school…" she groaned inwardly.

"Erh..I'm a freshman here…and I just got my text books.." She tried to explain to the young man, but he barely looked at her. When he did however, his eyes widened. "Behind you! Get out of the way!" he tried to grab her, but it was too late. The oncoming 'traffic' had rammed into her sending the books flying and she herself crashing to the floor.

Nasuada rubbed her shoulder painfully where she had been shoved. She glared at the group of guys standing playfully around her. They had been obviously running in the hallway. (something that was not permitted). She glared particularly at the dark haired youth who had crashed into her. She growled angrily as he made no attempt to help her. Instead he stood aloof with a superior smirk playing on his pale lips.

The same hall monitor was the only one who attempted to help her. He picked up some of her books, while Nasuada stood up straightening her uniform. She huffed angrily, "An apology would have been nice you know!" she then grabbed her books from the hall monitor who she had already deemed an 'ass' for refusing to help her when she needed it before.

The young man only grinned, stepping haughtily towards her. His icy blue eyes looked at her absurdly, "You'd better watch were your going." He mumbled while brushing his shoulder rudely against hers as he walked away. The rest of the posse followed after him.

"What an asshole!" she ranted as the monitor handed her another book that had flown to the other side of the corridor. "Thanks.."

"Yeah..he's like that sometimes. Sorry about earlier." The blonde boy stuck his hand towards her. Nasuada smiled lightly. At least someone around here was decent.

"Eragon." He said while shaking her hand lightly. "Nasuada." She said in return. He helped her to class, offering to carry some of her books.

"So, who was that asshole?" she grumbled as they walked noiselessly down the white corridor. "Oh.." Eragon snickered. "That's just Murtagh…" Nasuada nodded rolling her eyes. "Whoever his mother was, forgot to teach him the wonders of manners." Eragon laughed even more at this. "He's my brother."

Nasuada froze staring at him. She decided to keep silent for the time being.

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