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"Alright Miss priss you've been in there for half an hour. Get out!" I shouted as I pounded on the door of the bathroom I shared with my cousin Darcy.
"Oh knock it off you steampunk wanna-be." Darcy replied with her usual morning cup of attitude.
"I'll steampunk right over your ass if you don't open this damn door." I retorted.
"Oh keep your skirt on." Darcy grumbled exiting the bathroom.
"I'm not wearing a skirt." I replied as I grinned at her. I only grinned because I had succeeded in making her angry. It was one of my specialties after all. I entered the bathroom and sighed as I stood in front of the sink Oh what was I doing here? My aunt and uncle thought I was a brat who needed an attitude adjustment and Darcy, the blonde hair in tight banana curls blue eyed beauty queen obviously had a problem with her outcast of a cousin aka me. And yet I had nowhere else to go. My mother had been murdered and my father was a con artist-slash-rapist-murderer serving life in some state prison.
I sighed for a second time that morning and started brushing my teeth. When I was through I happened to glance up at the mirror. Jack-o-lantern orange eyes and short black hair with a white streak through it most of it tucked behind my heavily pierced ears, but still making me somewhat resemble a skunk. I grabbed a brush and ran it through my hair. Once through I headed back to my room. I was still in my pjs, but if I hadn't kicked Darcy out of the bathroom when I did I would have been late for school. After all I was made to walk. I stripped down to my skivvies tossing my tank top and boxer shorts in to the over flowing dirty clothes hamper. Hmm. I would have to do my laundry after school today. I pulled on a pair of jeans, a long sleeve white shirt with a ruffled collar and ruffled sleeve cuffs, brown knee high boots and a fingerless glove on my right hand. I grabbed my book bag and walked out of my room. When I appeared in the kitchen to grab me a fruit to snack on I instantly received a disapproving look from my uncle.
"What are you wearing?" He asked as I opened a drawer looking for a pair of goggles that had been confiscated.
"Steampunk." I answered resisting the urge to say duh; though I'm pretty sure my tone said it for me.
"Go change." My aunt ordered as I found a pair of goggles and slipped them over my head using them as a headband to push back my hair. They were seriously telling me to change? Their own daughter wore a tight red tank top with a plunging neckline, booty shorts that should have been illegal, and heels that any normal girl would break her neck in. And I was the one they told to go change! That just wasn't right. I checked my awesome steampunk inspired watch. Still five minutes until I had to leave the house. Plenty of time to change.
"Oh wow would you look at the time. I'm going to be late." I said totally lying through the skin of my teeth. I grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and took off. Once out of the house I took a deep breath glad to be out of that suffocating atmosphere. I slipped the apple into my book bag and started walking to school.
Suddenly it was like a sledge hammer to my chest. I gasped past the pain. I was use to this. Every so often I would have phantom pains shoot through my body. This time it was different. The pain in my chest was quickly followed by a blinding pain in my face as though someone had broken my nose. Something slashed across my shoulder feeling as though my arm was being ripped from my body. A sound close to the cracking of a whip rang in my ears as something slammed into my chest. I felt as if something was rubbing against my wrists. Binding them. There was a suffocating feeling as though something was tightened around my throat and then just as suddenly as it had happened all the pain vanished and I fell on my knees gasping for breath.
I sucked in a breath and let out a shaky exhale. That was most certainly different than I was used to. I pushed myself to my feet and dusted off my jeans before looking around wondering how many people had seen my freak out. Hmmm. I wasn't where I should have been. I should have been not far from my aunt and uncle's house, just able to see the tope over the trees, but no. There was a fence near where I was and a long stretch of road covered in litter. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. How had I wound up here? Where was here?
"Hey cutie." A male voice said as three boys walked up. All three of them looked like punks, classic high school delinquents though I didn't recognize them so they were probably from the next town over, than again I didn't know where I was so the boys could have been local.
"Go away twerps." I grumbled. Dealing with Darcy had taught me a lot of things. Brushing off guys who wanted to use me to get to Darcy was one of them.
"Excuse me? I don't think we heard you right." One guy said coming up behind me.
"No you heard correctly, I said go the hell away." I replied coolly.
"Now now. Don't be like that." One of the other guys said pulling my hair and baring my throat.
"Be like what?" I asked sweetly. I wasn't afraid. If worse came to it I could stomp on toes and kick where the sun don't shine.
"So unapproachable." The third guy whispered. Hands were placed on my hips as another pair started up my shirt. Crap! I closed my eyes trying to think of a way out, there was nothing, I was drawing a blank, all my earlier planning out the window, my courage gone. Suddenly the hands vanished and my hair was let go.
"Are you alright. At first I really thought you could look after yourself." A girl voice told me.
"Yeah so did I." I muttered hands on my knees as I opened my eyes. The girl was beautiful with long blood red hair and brown eyes. Those brown eyes widened as they landed on me.
"Pandora Shade. How you dare you make us think you're dead." She suddenly growled becoming quite scary.
"Pardon? I'm Pandora Conway and as far as I know I'm very much alive." I answered straightening. The girl frowned.
"Well than you clearly have amnesia." She said her frown deepening.
"What do you mean?" I asked with a raise eyebrow.
"You are Pandora Shade of Fairy Tail. You are the magma dragon slayer and your three best friends are Gray Fullbuster, Natsu Dragoneel, and Levy Mcgarden. If you don't remember this than clearly you have amnesia." The girl said sternly.
"Or you have the wrong Pandora." I said suddenly feeling as though I was Alice and this strange place was Wonderland.
"No. No other person has such orange eyes or a streak of white through her darkened hair." The girl informed me. I sighed. Apparently she was wholly convinced she had the right Pandora.
"Whatever." I grumbled. "Please refresh my amnesia stricken mind, who are you?" I asked trying oh so hard not to let my usual bad attitude seep through.
"I'm Erza Scarlet." She said.
"So what's Fairy Tail?" I asked cocking my head to one side as we began to walk.
"The guild we're both apart of." And she said it as if it was supposed to mean something to me.
"Uh-huh. And the whole dragon slaying bit?" I wondered. Ain't no way in hell I was a dragon slayer of any kind. A dragon would swallow me whole.
"I think it would be better if Natsu explained that one to you." Erza said once again frowning a bit. I got the feeling this girl didn't smile a whole heck of a lot.