Author note: Ok so I fixed this story all up. I'm no longer short of characters or anything. I do know how to do italics now…it was quite simple and I feel stupid now…but anyway, don't let my rambling and problems stop you from reading this!
Chapter 1: New Kid
"Have a good day at school. If you need anything just contact u-" The car door slammed in the social services woman's face. The girl that exited the car made a few mutters before she lifted her two duffel bags and started to head in the Garden as the car pulled away from the front gates. The Garden wasn't a chosen one, more like a one where they picked the name out of a box.
The black-haired student walked up the steps with no worries of fear, anticipation or being new, more of a lets-get-this-over attitude. Even Garden's wonderful scenery of the meadows and water fountains didn't even take any interest to her. Many students knew she was a new, since they all seemed to be glancing at her from time to time, seeing a new face.
She finally made it to the elevator, which was very easy to find, and headed up to the Headmaster's office having a note in one hand from the gate security allowing her access to the top floor. The room was very big and organized with a great wall window with a beautiful view of the oceans currents. The headmaster turned his chair around, hearing a little 'ding' sound as the doors opened and ignoring the window, faced his visitor.
"You're the new student, aren't you?" he asked, immediately not recognizing her. She nodded, placing down the heavy weight of the bags in her hands. He stood up and offered his hand out.
"I'm the headmaster of Balamb Garden, Squall Leonhart. It's nice to meet you…" He paused and looked at her questionably for her name.
"Liz, Liz AiceMitlu." She shook his hand briefly, as if not really wanting too.
"I see. So, why'd you decide to come to Balamb?" Liz hesitated as if not wanting to answer.
"I'm a runaway..."
"How old are you again?"
"17… How old are you?" Liz asked rather rudely. Squall shrugged.
"Lets not talk about me. Do you have any training?"
"No."
"None at all? No SeeD test or an-"
"I just said no!" Liz said annoying.
Squall nodded slightly and mouthed ok. He got up and dug around his filing cabinet and pulled a manila file out.
"Well, I know what class to put you in, and what room. You'll have a roommate too same age as you. I'm sure you two would get along just fine." Squall wrote on a little post-it note and then went on the intercom.
"Well Amy Dincht please come to the headmaster's office? You have my permission." He repeated. Liz sat there bored playing with her hair. The office was a fairly odd place, it looked more like where the control room would be with lots of papers, and files around with a desk in the middle of no where.
"Amy will show you to your class and room. She's one of your fellow classmates as well."
"Yeah…okay."
Squally waited as he started fooling around with the papers on his desk. He didn't bother talking to Liz since she wasn't very cheery. Shortly a while after a girl walked into the office. She was slightly shorter than Liz but more energetic looking. She looked very sportive and tom-boyish.
"You called?" Amy asked, her voice wasn't very shy and quiet, rather it sounds quite high pitched for such a tough looking girl like herself.
"Yes, could you help our new student here, Liz, familiarize herself to Garden?" Amy looked over at Liz who just stared back observing her like some kind of unknown beast. Amy smiled cheerfully.
"No Prob!" She walked up to Liz and offered to grab one of her duffel bags. Liz handed her both of them and carried her little backpack. Amy followed after Liz after she received the piece of paper from Squall. The two boarded the elevator. Amy swayed back and forth, uncomfortable in the dead silence. After the elevator landed on the 1st floor Amy showed Liz where the dormitories were.
"Your roommate's really nice. I'm sure you guys will get along fine" She told Liz.
"What's her name?"
"Almasy. Krystal Almasy. She's ok...kinda vicious at times."
"Dangerous? That sounds fun" Amy approached a door with 202 on it. She took out a key that was received from Squall and unlocked the door.
"No, no, no, no, no. She wouldn't hurt a fly!"
SWAP!
Amy opened the door to be greeted with a fly swapper next to the light switch.
"Flies are god's WORST creation!" Came the attacker's voice. Liz smirked and invited herself in.
"Wouldn't hurt a fly hey?" She asked Amy, passing by.
The room was a fair size room with lots of empty space. The room told you exactly what kind of person Krystal was. An obsessor for gunblades, fire and this fancy looking cross with a jagged bottom and a diamond shaped top. Liz guessed the bed that was fixed and had no junk on it was hers. She pointed to it as if to tell Amy to drop her belongings there. She did. Krystal watched as the newcomer invaded her space.
"…You're my roommate now? Damn, that sucks!" Liz sat down on the bed and observed her surroundings.
"Well deal with it!"
Liz looked at the night table between the two beds. It was very empty for only a digital clock was on it.
"We have a class in a few minutes. Could you escort Liz to our classroom? I have to go meet Danille." Krystal raised an eyebrow to her and gave her a weird look.
"Danille? Danille Kinneas? You still hang out with that 'I want straight A's!' geek? Ha, oh well."
Krystal waved to her as if trying to get her to leave. After Amy left Krystal turned her head to look at Liz.
"...So-o...? I'm Krystal, I guess we should start there." Liz sat on the bed.
"I'm Liz. New Queen in this room. I make the rules now!"
"What?" Krystal exclaimed. Liz got up and went to her shelf spotting a picture.
"Who's this?" She asked, waving the picture around. Krystal, still glaring, mumbled.
"That's Jesse. Why?" Krystal answered, she didn't approve of this new person coming in her room and asking her all these nosey questions. Liz shrugged and placed the picture back on the shelf.
"Boyfriend?" Liz asked, glancing around for more pictures to look at.
"No. A Disciplinary Committee member. Even if he was I don't think I'd tell you."
Liz picked up another picture, it was the lord of fire, Ifrit. Just a photocopy of a picture someone drew but it looked a lot like the original. The picture was in a flame frame with the beast surrounded by fire and lava. Liz then noticed her room was red and orange here and there.
"You have a thing for fire don't you" Liz asked, putting the picture back.
"It's my element." Krystal said proudly.
"Interesting. I'm ice, always have been always will be." Krystal put on a thinking face.
"Well hey, fire beats ice. So I'm still the Queen of this room if you like it or not." Liz stared at her for a while then smiled faintly. She raised her hands up a little in defeat.
"Fine. I'll let you this time."
"This time? There was already a time? Or is there gonna be another time? What time are you talking about? Past time? Future time? I think you're talking about this time."
"…You're talking gibberish…"
"Sorry, I intend to do that sometimes."
Meep-beep.
A stop watch somewhere in the room went off. Krystal glanced over to the digital clock on her bedside table.
"We have 10 minutes till our next class. I hope you have a weapon."
"Why?"
"Why!" What the hell kind of Garden you think this is! Ballet?" Liz tilted her head a bit.
"Well, Balamb kinda sounds like Ballet. Ha, Ballet Garden!" Liz laughed for a while before she looked at Krystal again.
"Right. Anyway, what I was saying is that this is a fricken COMBAT school. Not a ok-boys-and-girls-lets-put-our-tu-tu's-on school! Believe me if it was I would NOT be here right now. And the thought of boys in little pink dresses..."
Krystal headed to the closet and pulled out a long rectangular case with the same cross that was on her walls on the front in silver. She clicked open the black leather like case and took out a gunblade, Hyperion for those of you who like to be more precise.
"So what? We have a stupid combat class or something? And I need one of those types of things? Can I rent?" Liz asked.
"Ok! First of all, it isn't stupid! Second, you NEED a weapon, and third I think you could rent. Not sure." Liz ran to her bag for a second and pocketed something then headed to the door.
"Well let's go. I wouldn't want to be late my first day."
Krystal agreed, she was always late anyway, so why not be on time for once? The two befriends walked to the elevator and went to the bottom floor.
"Hey, who's going to be our instructor?" Liz asked, this time the elevator wasn't so dead quiet.
"A transfer Instructor from Galbadia Garden. My dad, Seifer Almasy."
