Lucy awoke with an irritated groan, today was her first day at Fairy Academy. She was in year 10 but with a college education thanks to her private tutor, Sagittarius that her father had insisted on her having since she was 6, not that she had needed him. Lucy was always an incredibly bright young girl, she could remember how her mom used to tell her how advanced she was for her years, always muttering something about being an 'old soul' Lucy gave a sad smile, thinking about her mother always brought tears to her eyes. Her mother had passed when Lucy was no older than 8 years old, but she always has had a very clear image of her dear old mother, despite the fact that her dad had gone insane after the death and destroyed any and everything that reminded him of her. Lucy quickly dismissed those thoughts and feelings when she heard the usual light knocking on her door that came every morning around this time
"Come in, Virgo." Lucy sighed; Virgo was a pink haired beauty, and also her caretaker ever since her father had acted like she didn't exist. Lucy didn't mind though, she had always thought of all her 'help' to be family, they loved and cherished her more than anyone else in earthland.
"Oh, princess. You've awoken on your own today? It's a very special day. You're very first day at a real school! Oh aren't you excited?" Virgo gushed, while pulling an outfit out of Lucy's closest handing it to her and shoving her towards her bathroom.
Lucy had always been homeschooled, her only friend being Levy, a small blue haired girl that she had met in the library when she was young. The only plus side of being the new kid in the middle of the school year was that her father had made special arrangements with the school to allow them to be in the same classes. But truth be told, Lucy was terrified. She couldn't even handle talking to the cashiers at stores thanks to her social anxiety and panic attacks, never mind being the center of attention in a school full of teenagers and delinquents she had never even laid eyes upon. Of course Lucy didn't voice any of these opinions she had; she just smiled halfheartedly at Virgo and locked herself in the bathroom washing up for her first day.
Deciding what to wear has been a problem for Lucy ever since she can remember, as she had always been indecisive. But as her adolescent years rolled in, after her mother died and as her father got more and more involved in business and less interested in Lucy, her little problem began to grow. It started as her just being undecided on which outfit looked best, and transformed into which outfit covered the most scars. Lucy hasn't worn shorts or t-shirts for years now. Slowly changing her wardrobe by buying more hoodies, long sleeves and pants she tended to go for the darker colors now too; thanks to Lucy little secret addiction. She had easily hidden her small red lines from her father for years now, and had become an expert at gauzing wounds, and hiding blood stained clothes. Lucy had also easily become an expert actress, finding it easier and easier to bury her emotions and look happy. But the truth was she couldn't remember the last time she was truly happy. Perhaps when she was reading with Levy, far off in some imaginary land was the closest thing she had to paradise.
After washing her hair, and brushing her teeth, Lucy had slipped on some skin tight leather leggings and a baggy gray pullover hoodie; she called to her hairdresser/gardener, Cancer to style her shoulder-length golden blonde hair. After Cancer had finished trimming Lucy's side-fringe and backcombing her hair into her regular straight, flippy, poofy style Lucy gave herself a look in the mirror and almost cringed at the sight. Her brown eyes were slightly red and her skin a little blotchy 'Ugh, great way to start off your day' Lucy inwardly cursed at herself. After caking on foundation, and circling her eyes with thick black eyeliner Lucy stared into the mirror, double checking that no scars we visible. She glanced at the clock and noticed she only had ten minutes before she was supposed to meet Levy at the front gates. Lucy quickly grabbed her book bag and her tic-tac container that was coated in duct tape that contained her razors slipping the bag over her shoulder and concealing the container in her hoodies hidden pocket before running out the door and down the street towards her very first day at her very first school where her very first friend was awaiting her.
