A/N: Hello and welcome to my second try at romance and first person! I want to try first person again (mostly because Twilight and my skill pushed me) but I believe I have become better! Remember, I am horrible at first person, so any advice would be wonderful. Here me rambling -.-' heh... Also this is AU and it's modern day America (not Hyrule but this will be explained later) anyway...enjoy reading!

Disclaimer: Everyone would go one strike if I owned it...

Story Of The Heroine

Chapter One

Come on breath Zelda, I thought as I ran down the street. It's just a stupid dog, it won't hurt you. But I had trouble believing myself. Just relax, no harm done. I slowed to a walk and dared to look behind me at the sunset. Good, I thought, the dog is gone. I sighed in relief and pulled myself together. I had been walking home from a long day at school, minding my own business, until a grayish black dog came running after me. It never slowed down. So, I ran all over the neighborhood. Yep, that's how Zelda solves her problems, by running.

I walked down my block, my senses keened. If that dog ever came back I would...probably run again. I hated dogs. Despised them. No, I also dreaded them. I faintly remembered one bitting me in the leg as a child, the memory powering my hate. I even hated to cute ones. I sighed in relief as I came to my grandmother's simple two story house. It felt like a safe haven now, not like before. I knew my grandmother hated me, I was certain. She had her ways of ordering me around, "Zelda get the dryer NOW!" or "Your mother and father would be ashamed of you." each insult burned my heart. I missed my parents, so much. I couldn't help that though. They had died in a car crash two months ago. I still couldn't believe they both slipped away so easily. And now I have to live with an abusive grandmother! I swear she almost threw pots at me!

I went to the door very slowly. Today was my first day at a very close highschool. That's why I was walking, it was only a few blocks away. My horrible grandmother had said once that if I drove to school, then I would end up like my late parents. She even insisted that I leave my old truck I used to own, at a dump. Of coarse I refused to just throw it away, so I had sold it. Ever since I had moved there – which sadly was during Christmas break, a break for celebrating and not grieving – everything had gone wrong. I didn't get a single present, instead I got something taken away from me, the only people who truly loved me in the world.

"Will you just come in girl!" my grandmother screamed from the front window. "You are late." I thought I had then heard her mutter, "by the goddesses" her strange way of cursing. I hurried to the doorknob and shut the door behind me a little forcefully. My grandmother stood before me, her eyes narrowed, as always. "Well?" she asked, waiting for my explanation. I paused and took in a deep breath, ready for my very long answer.

"Sorry?" I said, a little confused. The old woman, devil, sighed impatiently and shook her head.

"This will never do Zelda. You are sixteen years old, almost seventeen, and you can't tell the time," my grandma said shaking her head again. Did she even wonder how my day was? I could have explained it to her, but it was pretty boring, mostly a "getting to know" phase. I didn't now a single persons name – a world record! I would have introduced myself, but I was pretty shy. I always wait until people introduce themselfs...to me. At least I knew I had teachers...pathetic.

"Sorry...a dog kinda chased me down the street," I said, smiling very stupidly. My grandmother narrowed her old blue eyes, then returned to the couch near the window. I sighed and dumped the contents of my bag on the kitchen table, and then groaned. A thing about math is that the teachers never run out of things to teach. I got myself a glass of orange juice and got to work on the piles of papers. I groaned again as I saw the first problem and decided to skip it. Who knew New York was so advanced, even in the suburbs. I missed my home in Virginia, the tall Appalachian Mountains. I know I was immediately named "small town girl" at school. I sighed to myself and took a long chug of my orange juice. The first day wasn't so bad, of coarse I didn't know anyone. But all together, I could make this work. Still concentrating on emptying the glass in one sip, I thought of my old friend Malon all alone up in Virginia. I slammed the glass down, almost breaking it.

"What in the name of Din is wrong with you?" I heard my grandmother from the other room, using another one of her famous curses on some person named Din. I swallowed anxiously at the remaining orange juice, and quickly went to the fridge.

"Nothing," I shouted over the humming of the refrigerator. I imagined my grandmother shrugging and turning the channel of the T.V. as I refilled the glass. The rest of the night was pure hell. I had realized that things were much better when I didn't have school. I wish I could be sick the next day, but then I would have double the work the next day. Again, pure hell. My grandmother made it worse. Her tutoring of me failed considerably as she yelled at every mistake I made. She still used those odd curses naming a few deities I've never heard of. In the end, I completed my homework at midnight. I added another thing to my growing list of hate, school.

I retired that night in a different room, not my room. I couldn't smell myself, and I laughed in my head as I realized it was the "old women" smell. The heater in the room was pretty loud and I struggled, again, on falling asleep. I could not wait until summer, at least I could get some sleep. I then heard a stupid dog howling in the distance. Didn't people yell at dogs for doing that? I had heard this dog for many days, annoying me to the bone. I wondered if it was the same dog that was chasing me? It seemed very reasonable, since that dog had annoyed me as well. I stuck my head under my pillow, the tenth time I had to. Luckily I was worn out from my homework and I slept.

0o0

Another thing I hated, dreams. They bug me and drive me insane, almost as much as dogs. It was the same dream as before, my personal re-creation of my parents death. It always repeated, over and over again. I hated it. Sooner or later I would lose track of the things I hate. I got up groggily and realized I had gone to bed with my clothes on. I groaned and wiped the sleep from my eye. Six-thirty. Crap. I hurried to my wardrobe a put anything on the was on the top. How inconsiderate of my grandma for not waking me up. Well...not that I mind if she did. I shoved the papers that I had strewn across the kitchen table and shoved them roughly into my bag. I didn't take the time to yell my exit as I closed the door, locking it behind me, and half running toward the highschool. If only I had a car...

I slowly started wondering if the dog was following me again. I thought I had felt the same nervous pull of my hair and the same crawling feeling, but fortunately, the dog lost the fight. I went inside the front of the building, my deep breathing resounding in my mind. Six-forty-six. Oh, Crap. I was late, how stupid is Zelda? I rushed to my first class, ignoring the glares the people in the halls. I had never been late, in my life. And the class had to be math too. Great, my math teacher will hate me even more – I had never finished my homework from hell. I arrived at the door.

Maybe I should skip? The thought had come across me. No denial from the teacher, I could finish my homework tonight. But that wasn't really me, was it? I wasn't a delinquent would found her solutions in skipping, even though I had thought of doing just that, that morning. Before I could make the mistake that could ruin my moral, someone opened the door. I sighed in frustration and realized that I had to go to math after all. However, my cold thoughts drifted away as I saw this person. He was an angel, literally. His face was perfectly angled, unlike mine. His locks of hair were a dirty blond that was quite handsome and he stood a full head taller then me. Of coarse, I was known as "Dwarf" in my other school. This boy who I had never noticed yesterday – I wondered how I could ever had missed him – stood before me.

"Excuse me," the angel said as he passed me. As he did, I almost saw my reflection in his blue eyes. I stood there, totally breathless. Of coarse the guy probably has a girlfriend by now. I always thought like that, thinking of the negative things over the positive. But I wouldn't be surprised if the angel did.

"Miss. Gladstone, so good for you to join us," my now enemy math teacher said. I gulped nervously. I turned around and smiled my stupid smile. I would have said something, but I was totally speechless from the angel that had just passed me. "Care to explain why you are late?" I frown immediately, my charm is horrible.

"Uh, well you see I kinda...got up late..." I said. Pathetic, truly pathetic. I hoped that it was understandable.

"You missed a lot, Miss. Gladstone. I hope you have your homework," he said, his voice echoing in proximity in my mind. I went to the only empty desk, next to a girl with a short brown ponytail. She smiled at me nervously as I took out the only homework I had completed out of twenty sheets. Compared to my other subjects, this one sucked. The teacher, I had forgotten his name, stood by my desk as I pulled out the papers that I had crammed into my bag. I did my best to smooth out the wrinkles, but it seemed as if I had done heavy damage. I also noticed I had left a few sheets at the house, probable laying below the table. I handed the only sheets I had to the teacher and I slumped in my seat. I mouthed the word, "pathetic" to myself.

As the teacher, who I had now knew as Mr. Cannon – ironic that I felt as if he would be a cannon, throwing harsh words as I retreated out of the room without my homework – mumbled on about whatever squared to what number, the girl beside me looked at me. I sighed and shifted my position. I hated being stared at. Then the angel returned and took his seat behind me. I felt his eyes burrowing in my head and I slumped further. Everything was made grander as the girl passed me a note.

Hi, I'm Ilia.

She had written on the torn notebook paper. I looked at her a little confused and wrote back.

Zelda.

She smiled as I passed the paper back to her while Mr. Cannon wasn't looking, then frowned at the brief reply.

You like him, don't you?

I was taken aback as I read the sentence.

Who?

I wrote. Ignorance is sometimes bliss. Ilia, the girl beside me, looked behind me in silent body language.

Link, the guy behind you.

I blushed as I read this and wrote quickly and passed the paper.

No. I don't even know him. But...he is pretty hot.

I had scratched the last part, in attempt to block any suspicion. Ilia smirked as she wrote her next line in the note.

Don't lie to me, I saw you staring at him as he walked past you. And I know you had written "Hot" right there. You don't scratch out stuff very well.

She wrote. I groaned. This was silly. And then I found a witty come back.

Why do you ask? Do you like him?

I passed the paper and smiled as she read it. That will teach her. She blushed as she read it then groaned as she wrote.

Okay fine, I like him. But most of the girls in school do, so don't blame me.

I was a little shocked at her reply, I was expecting more of a denial of some sort. And the part about every girl liking him didn't bother me much, that's what happens when you're an angel. But mostly I was wondering why Ilia had passed me this note, she hadn't yesterday. Maybe it was because I hadn't noticed the angel yesterday, and it was pretty easy to seeing as he sat behind me. I shrugged and wrote on the paper.

I don't, but why are you writing to me now? Why not yesterday?

I asked in my reply. She wrote quickly and passed it to me.

You interest me Zelda, sorry if that's sounds bad, but you were pretty quiet yesterday so I wanted to cheer you up!

She wrote. I hesitated before writing my answer.

You wanted to cheer me up by asking if I liked this guy?

I had almost written angel, but I had stopped myself in time.

Sorry, hey can we talk at lunch? Mr. Cannon is looking at us.

I quickly placed the note inside my binder as Mr. Cannon came up to me and Ilia.

"Having trouble Miss. Vineyard and Miss. Gladstone?" he asked. I noticed that the angel had looked up as well, I bet he had noticed our small note conversation. Ilia just smiled and I heard her voice for the first time.

"Nothing Mr. Cannon. We are totally fine," she said, trying her best to reassure the teacher. Mr. Cannon narrowed his eyes at both me and Ilia. He sighed.

"Okay, just pay more attention please. The Exams are coming up soon."

Exams, I thought darkly, already? I was hating this school even more. Mr. Cannon returned to the front of the class and looked back at Ilia dreadfully. Ilia shrugged and looked back to the teacher.

0o0

Lunch had come so soon. Two of my classes flew by. I felt half asleep as I reached the cafeteria. That's what I get for only sleeping for five hours. I hardly noticed I had already bought my food. Ilia waved happily at me from a table in the far corner. I took my seat next to her and I noticed a friend of hers as well.

"Hi Zelda! This is Saria," she pointed to a girl that had dyed her hair a unnatural green. She smiled meekly at me then concentrated on her food. "Saria is a little shy...like you!" Ilia said. I gave my famous stupid smile and looked around the lunch room. Many people talked to each other and some laughed. I couldn't believe I had never noticed this yesterday I then saw the angel, he sat only a couple tables away from us and his expression was thoughtful. I wondered what he was thinking? Ilia nudged me.

"Your looking at Link again," she smirked. "Don't worry, every girl does that when they first see him. They go, 'goo goo' on him and swarm him like he's a pop star," she said looking over to him. "Doesn't talk much though, he's always concentrating on his fencing, but of coarse that's why most girls think that makes him hotter," Ilia said. After she had said that, I had a couple suspicions that Ilia was one of the Link "fan girls". I mean what was so special about him? He did have good looks but is that a reason to like a guy? I never spoke this thought as I just continued to stare at his table. I hoped we had more then math together...

Who am I kidding? I don't want to become part of the "Link fan club". I could only imagine how Link feels, being swarmed by girls every few minutes. I hated attention. As I continued to stare at Link, he didn't see me, he got up from hi seat to throw out the remainders of his lunch.

"...another thing I've noticed is that he never goes to fencing tournaments, just because it happens over a two day period. At this rate he could probably go to the Olympics! Now that I'm think about it...I never see him at night, and I live right next door to him!" Ilia rambled on. I barely heard her as Link went to the trash can, followed by what seemed to have been a freshmen. The younger girl was flirting with him very badly, and Link completely ignored her. I thought that was a little cold. I would have just told her to bug off. The freshmen gave up and went back to her seat. Puh-lease, IT IS JUST A BOY! This stuff never really happened at my old school, after all we all knew each other since birth.

"And you know what everyone calls him? 'The Prince of Prince High,' catchy isn't it?" Ilia said. I shook my head and got up myself with my tray.

"I don't really...care what people call him," I said. I saw Ilia's hurt expression from the corner of my eye as I dumped my tray. I just couldn't wait until I got away from the idiotic Prince Highschool. I felt like I was in a Soap Opera, only that my lines suck. And I only realized that this was just the beginning of a long semester.

Thanks for reading and tell me if I'm bad please! I want to improve.