Hey everyone! This is my first fan fiction, so I hope you like it! This is the only time I'll say that I don't own Big Hero 6. Duh.

Dear Mrs. Killian,

Thank you so much for this extra credit opportunity and for the chance to let me explain why I'm failing your class. Failing creative writing. Huh. Who would have thought? This report/memoir format seemed to work really well for me, thank you for the suggestion. I hope this makes up for all of my screw-ups.

Thanks again,

Melinda Hastings

The First Time

This is the story about two people who fall in love, so much so that it distracts that girl from her classes until she flunks creative writing (almost). This is the story of a girl who messes everything up. This is my story.

The first time I met Hiro Hamada, I wasn't having a good day. It was the second week of working at the robotics college down in San Fransokyo, half an hour from my homely little town of Sona. I did janitorial work in the Tadashi Hamada Hall, on the second floor, where all the offices and teacher labs were. My partner had failed, once again, to come. Sugar Brooklyn was an irresponsible air-head. Why she'd signed up when she only came to work for an hour a day, I had no idea. I had signed up for the quick money, though I was slowly regretting the decision to just get a normal job like everyone else.

That morning, Sugar had actually come, five in the morning (an hour late), and had taken out the garbage before claiming that she had things to do. Six o' clock in the morning. I rolled my eyes, and like the nice person I am, let her go.

So. Recap of that morning. I woke up at 4 in the morning, cleaned until about six-thirty, and then sat down to eat an apple that I didn't want. I was exhausted. The night before, I'd taken four hours to clean up since Sugar hadn't bothered to come around, and I was basically dead on my feet. It didn't help that it was raining outside and that Cody, my boss, had yelled at me this morning for the terrible job I'd done in the bathrooms last night. "The staff expects quality, so give it to them," he'd told me. I nodded meekly, resenting Sugar for her laziness.

Back to the apple. It was gross. I don't like apples, especially at six-thirty in the morning. And when a cute guy walks in, when you're in the middle of a bite, that disgust turns to hate. Let me tell you, you cannot eat a whole apple attractively, not that I looked attractive that early in the morning without make-up to speak of and my dirty brown hair tossed into a messy bun on the top of my hair and my black-framed glasses perched on my nose.

Said cute guy after he walks to the mini-fridge and grabs a coke before sitting down across from me, "Good morning." He seemed so cheerful. Who could be so happy this early in the morning?

"Good morning," I muttered around the chunk of apple in my mouth. I swallowed, "Getting an early start?" I stared woefully at the rain pounding the glass outside.

"Yeah, I've got papers to grade, a lecture to prepare, projects to get started on…" He yawned and stretched his arms. "Finals are coming up and I'm falling behind."

"You're a teacher?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Yeah."

"But you're so young! What are you, 20? 21?"

My incredulous questions seemed to amuse him. "I'm Hiro Hamada," he extended a hand to shake. "And I'm 21. You are obviously new here. What's your name?"

"Melinda Hastings. Hamada, like the Hall?"

Hamada nodded. "Tadashi Hamada was my brother." Grief seemed to cloud him for a moment. I bit my lip, resenting my curiosity. "What are you studying?"

I blinked, confused at the question for a moment. My brain was taking way too long to process things, apparently. "Oh… oh! I'm not actually a student here. I'm just working here during the summer, earning money before I go back to school in the fall."

"Ah," he popped open his coke. "I was wondering why a student would be up here. I was trying to get around to asking why without sounding rude." He took a swig of his drink. "So what do you do?"

"Hmm?" I was completely out of it for a second before I heard the question. Stupid brain. "Oh, I clean this floor up every morning and night."

Hamada cocked his head, "How does that work? Do you even sleep?"

I sighed. "Not really. Especially when your partner doesn't feel the need to show up and do her share of the work." I took a bite of my apple.

"Everyone here seems to have the craziest hours. Including me." He smiled at me and stood up. "It was nice meeting you Melinda."

"You too."

"See you around."

"See you around," I said softly, smiling at his back.

It wasn't until later, that my best friend Sophie told me that Hiro Hamada was the founder of the Big Hero 6. At that point in time, after I'd slept for most of the morning, I smiled dreamily at my ceiling, savoring the memory of his smile. And those brown eyes. I didn't expect to see him again.