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EDITED VER.

she was captivating, when I first saw her.

she was pure, when I first met her.

she was forgiving, when I first bullied her.

but she was still my friend, when I hated her.

but, please, please.. don't let me fall in love with her. i was angry at everything, at the world itself for it's flaws. for every misfortune it brought to me. but it took me all too long to realize that i brought all the misfortune upon myself.

and to the people who cared about me.

so unknowingly, i pushed them away. maybe i did it consciously.

i thought i had got rid of her, too. but, i also thought she would be happy without me.

hm, i guess i was wrong.

dragneel

As I recall, it was a chilly, early morning. I wasn't in the best mood cause my life wasn't at its highest peak. My Dad, who was an alcoholic, had suddenly went missing two years ago. Though, I didn't expect him to leave, despite him consuming alcohol. My mom had said when I was born he toned it down. He was someone I looked up to. Someone I admired the most.

There were no other signs that would lead him to leave. Him and Mom didn't fight. Well, not that I know of.

Fairy Tail Middle School of Fiore School District. Mavis Vermillion was the first principal, deceased since at least one hundred years ago. But her name still lingered around the school. Well, it still lingered around me. Maybe it was by the fact that her husband, Zeref Dragneel, is an ancestor of mine. I found that out when my mom enrolled me into this school.

Makarov Dreyar, our current principal at the time. An old, perverted geezer. Why 'perverted'? Well, every single time I went to his office (i wasn't the nicest student), he would be flirting with our assistant principal, Mrs. Fernandez. Notice the 'Mrs.'. But she's like fifty years younger than him, so I guess he's a pedophile.

It was still early, so there weren't a lot of kids present in class yet. At least ten were sitting around and quietly chatting while our teacher was checking her email on the school laptop.

From my folded arms on my cold desk, I hear the class door click, my ears catching the familiar clacks of Ms. Hernandez's heels. But this time, I also heard soft footsteps along with hers. I was curious, but didn't bother to look up. Well, until my homeroom teacher, Ms. Naomi, began to speak from her desk.

"-llo, Ms. Hernandez, how are you this morning? Oh, and who is this child here?"

"Good morning, Naomi. And this little angel here, is Lucy. She's a new student. First time to an actual school."

"Actual school? She was home-schooled?"

"Yes, her father didn't say much about it. Come on, Lucy, don't be shy." There was a silence before I heard a distant shuffle and the small footsteps for a couple seconds.

"Oh my, why do you have an eye patch, sweetie?" That's the moment I looked up, my curiosity getting the best of me. My eyes just above my crossed arms, the rest of my face hidden. My chin was then touching my cold desk.

Mrs. Hernandez standing tall with her buttoned-up dark gray blazer and business skirt. Her blue hair cut short in a tomboyish way, but she always rocked it. And standing right beside her was 'Lucy'.

I felt my stomach twist in a way that made me wonder if I needed to make a trip to the bathroom.

This 'Lucy' girl was very short. Maybe she wasn't. I couldn't tell since I was sitting head-down. Blonde hair that went down the middle of her back, straight but curled by the tips wildly. Large Doe brown eyes, maybe they were hazel. I was at a long distance, but they stood out a lot.

She was very alluring, I had to admit.

She wore our school uniform for girls, a navy blue blazer buttoned all the way up til the beginning of her red tie was seen. A bit of her dull yellow sweater was seen under her blazer, too. Navy blue tartan plaid skirt that stopped right above her red knees. They seem scarred. I wondered why.

And to top it all off was a gray beanie just sitting at the top of her head.

I was too focused on her appearance to notice that she answered Ms. Naomi. Mrs. Hernandez had already left and Ms. Naomi was showing her to a desk. I cursed to myself. But why was I annoyed? Was it because I didn't know the reason of the eye-patch, or because I didn't hear her voice?