Opportunity: Noun. a set of circumstances that makes it possible to do something.
Levy knew the definition of opportunity, but she couldn't see one for her. She knew she was a Senior in High School and still had time to sort out something to do with her life, but of course whenever someone would ask her "what are your plans for the future?" she would choke up, her palms would break out in a clamey sweat, her heart would beat harder than a drum about to burst, and that same feeling was with her now, crawling into her mind as she got ready for her first day of Senior year. She would do her regular routine, shower, blow dry, dress, etc., but today she felt like her legs where rusty metal in need of oil and she had to force herself to move them, but not too fast, and not too slow, or they might stop functioning all together. Now, don't see the young blunette in a negative way, she has many beautiful qualities, she enjoyed people and would radiate a smile at anyone who came her way, trying to strike up friendly conversation and give away compliments as if it where Christmas and not to mention she is quite intelligent with her 3.8 GPA which like any other would bob up and down, but still stand in a favorable number, and she would put her heart into anything she felt was needed to get done, so why did she feel so lost? Whenever she would fall asleep with anxious thoughts she would dream a dream that caused her stomach to tie in a never ending loop of knots.
First she see a little blue haired girl standing in a black space with a spot light beaming on her, brown eyes wide and afraid, looking for someone to guide her, but she knows it's time to move forward on her own, but where does she go? Who does she go to? She starts to walk, but slowly, only to move, not to reach a destination, then the most frightening thing happens, the spot light starts flickering, her heart beats matching it's rapid dancing, then she's in the black, but she doesn't scream, she just falls to her knees and closes her eyes and waits for someone to find her, even though she knows no one will. The little girl is her. She was finishing getting out of the shower when she looked into the mirror. Her small frame was shivering as a breeze wafted through her lonely apartment, as lonely as she looked at the moment. She would smile and try to stay positive but her life wasn't as perfect as everyone assume. When Levy was 14 her parents had died in a car accident, but her parents didn't only die that day, part of Levy did. Of course, like any normal girl she cried, she cried for days, she wondered why, she cursed herself, and anything around her. Her Aunt and Uncle where kind enough to take her in and help her get back on her feet, and eventually she did, she smiled again, she felt happiness again, but nothing was ever the same.
When Levy turned 18 she had saved up enough money from constant shifts at the mall helping sell cell phone cases after school and at a hot dog stand outside the park that would get rude snarky costumers and grease stains splattered on her apron and clothes. She worked herself from 16 until 18 so she could afford to leave her Aunt's house as soon as possible, not because she didn't love them, but because she didn't want to burden them. Levy was young when her parents died, she didn't care that everyone else was affected, and she forgot how much her Aunt loved her sister, but Levy only saw herself as the victim, and she felt she owed it to them from all of the extra heart break she had caused with her screaming and constant tears to get out and let them finally have their lives back, and so they could finally stop being reminded of their loss. Of course now Levy was at a crappy apartment, she could have afforded a better one, but she didn't want to work two jobs frequently with little to no breaks in between, and then wake up to school in a few hours after she got home, no, she would get a crappy apartment and work one part time job, and drive her crappy car, but she was alive and breathing, and she was lucky enough to have a roof over her head, and Levy truly believed even when a mirror completely shatters, you can put it back together, and even though the cracks may show, the person standing in front of the mirror is still whole. Levy smiled at her reflection and tried to suppress her ever growing nerves. Yes, she was frightened senseless about her future, and yes she wished she could rewind time, and would if given the chance, but she had to look forward and go on or else the mirror will start falling apart again, and she wouldn't let that happen.
She walked out of the bathroom and went into her room to finish getting ready. Her room was small, with wooden floors that had worn spots where termites used to eat at it before she called someone to fix the problem, and white dirtied walls that she didn't bother fixing. She had a small T.V but it only played in black and white and would refuse to go at times, and a small bed in the corner that was just a metal stand with a mattress, a few sheets, a thin plain blue blanket, and a pillow which smelled musty and felt like a rock. Yes, Levy's room did look disastrous, but she never stayed in it for long, because in her stuffy closet, she kept her few articles of clothing, and her many, many books. Levy loved books, which is one of the reasons when the T.V didn't work she could hardly care, but if she couldn't find a book she was reading, her world would seem to pause and she would rip through her room frantically until it was found, which it always was. She would leave her room, yes, but only to go to the fantasy of books, of people who find themselves when they feel afraid and lost, when they felt like she did. Yes, yes, she knew that it was completely different, and she could hardly even hope some magical phenomenon would happen and spin her life in the right direction, but it gave her hope, and that's all she really needed, a sprinkle of sunlight in a thunderstorm. She finished blow drying her blue hair and slipped on her plain white shirt, and dark blue skirt, the uniform of her school.
Levy didn't hate or love school, she felt the stress of it, but it also made her feel like everyone else. At school, you're the same as everyone else, you're wearing the same uniform, or clothes at least, you're walking down the same halls, you're learning important skills, and your home life doesn't matter, at school she felt normal, she was just another normal school girl. Before walking out of her apartment. She had played with the idea of taking her car, but she didn't want to waste the gas she had in it, and the estimated walk to her school was 20-30 minutes, and since school didn't start for another 40, Levy mused their was nothing to worry about. She slipped her matt black school bag over her shoulders and looked at the sidewalk ahead, it seemed to stretch out forever, to another world, maybe one where nothing bad happens, where people live forever, where black ice doesn't pave the roads, and where cars with two loving parents don't swerve off the road and out of a little girls life forever, but no, it lead to school, and a world of confusion and doubt, but Levy jutted her chin upward and put on her best smile and started walking. Wherever the sidewalk takes her, wherever it may go, it would start here, and she would figure out what was at the end, but right now, it was time for school.
Her first day of Senior year.
Authors Note: Okay, so every story I've read, or some for the most part, that take place in an AU give Levy a pretty good life. I figured I'd play around with the idea of her having a harder life, because I see her as a strong minded girl who would get through it no matter what, and she seems a little unsure of herself in the Anime, but she has the abilities to move forward and stay herself which I love, so here's the first chapter of the story!
