Chapter 1, New Kids

Hi, this idea just came to me suddenly and I thought wow! That would be weird so I thought I should share some of my wacky thoughts with you! I hope you love it, yours forever and ever, Giggle. xxx

Lucy POV

"Everyone knows how important it is to have a good first impression- High School is a tough world and without a good first impression you'd commit social suicide." I lectured my dad, who was not very happy with my uniform. Of course, he had loved it before I put it on- after I had customized it, Heartfilia style. Now looking at it, I could see why my overprotective father was worried. The plaid skirt had been hitched up till mid-thigh, and I had unbuttoned the top of my shirt and loosened my tie. I wasn't going to say anything, so I pulled up my long socks, tightened my high heeled shoes, grabbed my oversized handbag which I'd now use for carrying text books along with my makeup kit.

Maka POV

"Dad, I'm not going to a party. I'm going to school. To learn. To get an education. I don't care if you think I look like some nerdy book worm. I'm 14; I can live my life how I want to. Understand?" God, he was so annoying, but at least my yelling put him into place. Life was so much better before mom left us, because of him.

Third Person POV

Today was the first day of the school year and the freshmen were split into their separate classes and were told to "socialize" between themselves for half an hour to get to know each other. Already little groups were starting to form as some people had already known others before today,

"Yo, I'm Soul," the white haired boy greeted to the pink haired one nonchalantly, with his hands thrust deep inside his blazer pockets. He looked cool and slightly bored, ignoring the glances from several of the girls inside the room.

"Natsu," The pink haired one grinned back, flashing lots of teeth, which received a smirk from Soul.

"You see that guy over there," Soul snickered, glancing at Black Star, "I've heard he's crazy. Thinks he's some kind of star."

"Yeah, but I heard his family's friendly with assassins, but I think that's just a rumour."

"Oh. You wanna grab a good seat, at the back?" The pair head off, talking about trivial incidents over the summer holidays. (I just want to point out this is their form room and the desks are in four rows of five, and all are characters are in the same class.)

AS they talked, a girl, who was furiously blushing, asked a scary looking punk -Gajeel- if he would move a seat along so she could sit with her friend.

"No, bitch." Was the answer so the girl decided to use another tactic.

"Hey, what's your name? I'm Lucy and you are sooo cute," she said seductively, bending down to him -as he was already seated – giving him an eyeful of cleavage. She winked, and asked again, "Can you move now, please?" giving him big puppy dog eyes.

After a minor nosebleed, he yanked her tie closer and growled, "Like I said before, no bitch. No get out of my way." She yelped, and several students glanced in alarm at the slowly suffocating blond, expressions varying from nervous to angry. One boy stood up for the girl, and glided closer.

"Do we have a problem here?"

Gajeel looked up, it was none other than Death the Kid, and his father was the big cheese of this place. He was mad though, why did everyone pick on him? "What you gonna do about it, emo?" He taunted.

"I'm not an emo, just because of my nickname and coon stripes (human equivalent to his white lines) does not make me an emo." He retorted. They started to have an argument and had forgotten bout Lucy, until one particularly fierce red head interrupted…