This is my first fan fiction so don't blame me if it's bad
And I don't own Fairy Tail Hiro Mashima does. Please review, this story is just Nalu.
~Mj
Chapter 1 – Cinderella?!
Lucy couldn't help but sigh at the constant sound of the broom sweeping across the floor. Being a maid wasn't all that bad (if you count out the fact that this was rightfully her estate) she at least got a bed. The world seemed slower with the broom of the constant sound of *swish**swash* it was enough to turn anyone insane, it was a miracle Lucy still had her sanity.
In the haze of the sunlight bars brightening the barred windows Lucy's appearance could be seen; she wore a plain brown dress and her hair was tangled but it insisted that it would form a bun. The shoes on her feet were plain white flats that were falling apart at the seams. A large cluster of keys clustered her hip and shock violently at her hip. Her chocolate eyes were dusted with a glaze of sorrow at her life that was all the reality she had ever known. When Lucy was Young her mother, Layla had died and left Lucy with her now cold father. Lucy tried everything to make her father smile but he didn't, he only glared hard down on his lost daughter. In order to forget Layla, Lucy's father married another women of high class in order to pay off his debts. But Lucy's father past away from unknown causes leaving Lucy in the large house with her step-mother and step-sisters.
Lucy's chain of thought was broken by a ringing of a bell and a chorus of her step-mother screaming "LUCY!" at the top of her lungs. Picking up cups of tea and saucers Lucy climbed the eccentric stairs to pass to large and awfully coloured doors; one a putrid green and the other a mustard coloured door starched pink in patched areas. The carpet that lined over the chilled marble floors was a royal rouge and was stitched with a chain of stars that protruded from the crack of a large white door that was lined with golden olive leaves.
When Lucy opened the door it creaked like the door to the abyss, it probably did as the room was darker than the cloak of The Grimm Reaper. The room hung a cheap smell of old perfume and cat hair that made even the most ironed stomached people still wanted to cough up yesterday's dinner.
"I brought you tea." Said Lucy.
