It was dark. The sun had set hours ago, the creamy orange sky had slowly turned midnight blue. The stars sparkled as I sat on my balcony, oh how I wish to be as free as them. As free as I want to move across the night sky. I wish there was something better out there than to sit at dinner quietly, ignored by my father, and quietly walk the estate burdened with the memories of my mother. I wish I had my own friends, people my age that could listen to me and understand how I feel, people to spend the night and watch movies and have long conversations into the night.

So that's why I finally got the courage to ask him. That's why I got the courage to actually enter his office and speak to the man who had ignored me for too many years.

"Father, I would like to ask you a question." He seemed surprised to see me in his office after he had thought that he had made it clear to her that she was not to.

With his eyebrows raised, "And what is it Lucy? Make it fast I have some phone calls to make." His dismissive tone rang clear to my heart, this man could not care less what I did as long as I left him alone.

"I would like to go to a public school. I think that it would be good for me to meet people my own age." His eyebrows lowered, was he actually thinking about my question? I had figured that he would automatically say no, demand that I leave his office, and tell e never to bother him with such folly things ever again.

"I'll have Spetto arrange the paper work. This is all under one condition, do not harm the Heartphillia name. I won't hesitate for a second to disown you for improper behavior."

I bowed respectfully and left as fast as I could so he wouldn't have the time to change his mind.

I was going to an actual school!

The next day the maids helped me pack and I went to the town to shop for "commoner" clothing as my father would saw. I mean I can't exactly show up in a gown for Math. I had looked up the dress code for the school I would be attending, Fairy Tail High, and surprisingly found that it was very lose compared to what I wore on the daily. I could finally get to wear a t-shirt and skinny jeans all day without being harshly judged for doing so.

My maid friends and I packed my belongings and I was later informed that an apartment was being taken care of by an interior designer. I grabbed the money that I always kept on hand and stuffed it into my carry on, the school was a good three hour flight south of where I lived in New Hampshire landing me in Florida.

I was in the terminal, blood pounding in my ears. I wonder what my life will be like. Will the people there be nice?

I decided to bypass those thoughts as I slowly drifted asleep on the plane that was flying me into a whole new world.

My first thought was that it was way too hot to be livable. The humidity made me start to sweat almost immediately. I wheeled my belongings to the car my father had sent for me to get to my new apartment. Although he didn't show it his actions showed that he put at least a few thoughts into how he could better my life and living conditions.

The taxi driver brought me to a car dealership, questioning his actions I asked him why we were there.

"Your father has purchased you a car so you don't have to rely on anyone else. That's that this piece of paper says anyways." He held up a small piece of scrap paper that had scribbles haphazardly sprawled across it.

"Thank you." I reached into my carry on and gave him a ten dollar tip.

I went to a young lady working the front desks and told her my situation. "Yes, Jude has already paid in full for a car. Ask Jeremy to take you to it." She pointed at another young man with jet black hair that had been spiked up with hair gel.

After Jeremy took me to my new car he drove it to the front of the dealership so it would be easier for me to leave. It was a four door black hatch back with very dark tinting. It was cute, and very gas efficient.

I had already put the address to my new home into the GPS on my phone and drove to my new place.

Once arriving I found that not only was this "apartment" a house, it also had private beach access on Siesta Key.

Nice. I grabbed all of my things and unlocked the front door and pulled the bags up a flight of stairs. It was rather large, and after walking through the house I found that it was a two bedroom, two bath, two living room, dining room, two car garage, office, and kitchen house with a pool. The designer also did a wonderful job, she had made the dining room into a large bay window and had spread pillows and blankets around a table in the middle to create an area where it was comfortable and homey. She had hung fairy lights above it along with some art work on the walls to complete the look. The entire house was amazing.

It was still summer, according to Spetto, meaning that I wouldn't be in school for two weeks giving me time to adjust to my new surroundings.

Once I had unpacked I pulled out my laptop and looked up the school once again, it was a Visual Performing Arts school or VPA as labeled on the site. I had learned to play piano and violin at the age of five and had taken private vocal lessons since age six. I was talented, to say the least, and the music department seemed like a good way for me to meet new people.

Beach time. I pulled one of my bathing suits out on my dresser and grabbed a towel then went to my car. Sure I had my own private beach, but I wanted to people watch some of the locals and see what they were like.

I eventually found parking outside of a pavilion that looked like it had just been built, it was nice and had a concession stand at the top. I walked out onto the beach, "Hey ass! Eat my fist!"

Everything went black.