I'm trying to put some unusual things into Juvia's character. I'm so very incredibly sorry if you don't like it since THIS WILL CONTAIN MASSIVE OOC-NESS!

Maybe I got Juvia's attitude by Lucy's in a fanfict named "Issues". You should read it, it's cool! I'm pretty sorry anyone got offended by this. Tell me anything in your head.

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It Doesn't Matter

Prologue

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"I think it's time for you to show me whatever you can do, miss Lockser. Impress me, read the story I've assigned to you last week," said Mr Iskan as he glared at the blue-haired youth who always sat alone at the farthest table she could get from the teacher's. The girl shook her head with apparent laziness that made the whole class wrinkle their noses in disgust.

"Why are you always choosing me?" she grunted sleepily, having her arms as her comfortable pillow on her desk.

"Miss Lockser," warned the fat teacher as he repositioned his glasses. "One last chance."

"Dang it." The blunette cursed, lifting up her head with a poisonous glare to her teacher. "You really want to hear my fabulous story, huh? Fine by me. Prepare yourselves," she said getting up without picking her book. Not that she could forget any part of her story anyway. "Once upon a time," the students in the room gulped while staring at her with anticipation. "Fuck you. The end." She smirked smugly.

Mr. Iskan closed his Oxford Dictionary with an angry sigh. He knew this particular student wouldn't oblige to his order, even if he was the teacher. An upset face adorned his face as he commanded, "Get out this instant!" while pointing to the main door of the class.

"Oh no, why, madam?" Juvia Lockser made a mocking, fake gasp."Weren't you the one who wanted to listen to my beautiful story?"

"It's no use explaining to you, miss Lockser. Get out." It was obvious that the male was restraining the urge to choke her right there and now.

"Hell to you," Juvia countered nonchalantly while giving her loveliest teacher the middle finger then walked out of the class. She slammed the door shut so hard that a few of the students flinched. Nobody ever wanted to be her friend because of her attitudes, and she didn't even give two shits at it. She enjoyed being alone. She need no one for herself, they would just be a burden to her.

"That kid never learns…" Mr. Iskan muttered in a low voice. He actually liked the bluntness of the girl but it sometimes was just too much for even himself to handle. Well, what did he expect, anyways? It was Juvia he was talking to.

Harmony Senior High School was an elite building for only people who has much more than needed money to survive. Juvia, miraculously, got the scholarship to study there for 3 years free because she was an incredibly smart girl. That was the only reason the people in the school tolerated her existence.

In her mind, here is the summary of her life…

She was raised in a poor and dirty environment. Her father was a drunkard as well as a gambler, while her mother was an unlucky woman who had the ill-fated life to marry the bastard. Her mother loved her husband with all her heart, but the guy took it for granted. He gambled all of her savings and, not earning any cents from it, losing pathetically. At her thirteenth birthday, her mother was diagnosed to be enduring a dreadful illness, yet her father closed both of her eyes and kept on gambling. He didn't love the bitch, he said to Juvia when she asked him to switch for the day for watching her mother.

The Lockser girl turned right to the canteen. Studying with the tasty smell of food was something she enjoyed too much for her wallet's own good.

Her mother died after a painful month of minimal struggles, her father didn't even go to her funeral. Since the day, Juvia studied hard in order to find any chance of better livings in her life, despite the fact that she was already born as a clever kid. She thought she was not good enough. She would never be enough for her father.

Her wish came true after 5 years of studying hard. Her grades were up-leveling so fast that her old Junior High School's headmaster promised her a scholarship at the Harmony SHS, something she jumped up and down in hysterical screams of happiness about.

The bell rang, indicating the first half of school was over. Juvia grunted, rolling her eyes all the while. There went her peacefulness.

She was so happy that she gave the scholarship paper to her father—something she regretted so damn hard now—only to be responded as, "Can't you make money instead of fucking spending my money!?". Juvia was ultimately shocked, she hoped at least her father would share her a mere praise. A mere nod of affirmation. Only a little thing for her so that she could wish that someday her father would change for the better, but no. Reality slapped her like a harsh mistress.

Good thing was, her ungrateful father died because he tried to steal at a supermarket, then he was caught red-handed by the security there. People said he ran so fast that he didn't realize he was already at the road. He got crushed by a dump truck. When she heard the news, she didn't even blink. She didn't happy nor she sad. She didn't know how to react at it, so she only said to the neighbors, "Oh." with a bored expression that she herself didn't even know whether its fake or not. She just didn't care with her life anymore. The death of her father eased her burden a lot.

Of course, by a girl who was raised by a caring mother, she wouldn't do anything weird so she just continued her lame life. By the time, she really did not give any shit for everything around her and became somewhat rude to people so they wouldn't disturb her pathetic self. At this rate, she just waited for the day when God would take her soul away.

Well, back to the main story. Juvia was walking out from the now full canteen or cafeteria or whatever it was you call it, her eyes had no glimpse of interest in them. She gave them boring eyes, wondering where should she lurk next. Until a person bumped her shoulder, and made her books fell to the floor.

"What the hell? Watch it, you shithead!" she warned the guy while leaning down to pick her thick books. The guy turned around with an annoyed look.

"Wow, very lady-like," the guy who bumped into her commented as he just stood there.

"I don't give a shit," she announced while getting up after she finished arranging her books in her arms.

"Nor do I," he agreed while now his eyes looking at her with disgusted look. 'What low-life,' he thought scanning the blunette from head to toe.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" this time, she was the one who looked at the jet black-haired guy with appalled look.

"It doesn't concern you," the male answered while smirking, "Who are you anyway?"

"Fuck off."

"For your information, I'm a new—"

"Shut the hell up, dammit!" Juvia scoffed, exasperation printed clear on her face. "I don't give a fuck, go home and fuck yourself." Then she continued to walk, leaving the raven-haired guy behind. She gave no look back at him who was smirking smugly.

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I think I'll fix a few things… I almost facepalmed real hard when I reread this fic. Uhh, still not satisfying enough.

So, kind readers, any thought?

Last edited: 04/19/2016 ~NollyLvn