A/N: So, umm… hi? Lol. So I've decided to take a break from my usual stuff to write this fanfic. It's my first MLGN fic, so any critique would be much appreciated. Also, since finals are coming up quick, I'm not sure when I can update again but I hope you will all enjoy this first chapter . Thanks!

Disclaimer: I do not own MLGN in any way.

Here we go again. Another day of school, another day of boring class…I'm pretty sure there's a law about this or something, but that's probably why I'm forced to go to school every day. Why even bother? Every day it's the same thing. You go through the motions, do a mountain of homework, and then write a bunch of stupid tests. If that wasn't bad enough, then everyone won't shut up about how you did…

Why even bother…?

In the background I could vaguely hear my teacher's lecture. Occasionally I would see the indignant glare thrown my way, but I could hardly care less. I only heard this story a million times– I cranked up the volume on my mp3 player and continued to stare out the window. I can't wait until this day is over.

Briiiiiiiiiing!

Finally! I quickly gathered my things and left.

It was dark by the time I finally got home. To my surprise, the living room lights were still on. I guess Alicia forgot to turn them off again. With a flick of my wrist, I opened the front gate and walked towards the door. I guess you could say the place we live in was a nice house; it was a decent size and, for the most part, kept tidy. But the moment I stepped on the doorstep and heard the yelling, there was that familiar sinking feeling growing in the pit of my stomach.

"I'm home." I whispered as I quietly closed the door behind me. I could hear my mother pacing around in the kitchen. She was angry again.

"Alicia! Don't you dare walk away from me!"

I saw a blur of blonde run past me and around the corner as my mother's face peered out of the doorway. I suppose you could say that she was a beautiful woman. She had long, purple hair that fell past her hips in soft, cascading waves, and dark eyes that shone brightly every time she smiled. At least, that was how I remembered her. My mother – she rarely ever smiled these days. I held my position and steadily looked back at that angry expression. Ragged, weary, and baggy eyes – in the back of my mind I knew I should have felt disturbed by her degrading appearance, but in this moment I could only stare back and await those words.

"Alicia!" She barked again and then approached me.

"No mom. I'm Fate."

She paused, carefully looking me over before turning on her heel and shouting for my sister who was on the run again.

Catching the silent dismissal I climbed the stairs up to my room. The moment I got there, I turned on the lights and dropped my bag by the bed. My room was kind of small, maybe even a bit cramped, but it was what I had.

I glanced to my bed and then back at my bag. Whatever desire I had to sleep earlier was just thrown out the window.

I guess I should do my homework… Without even bothering to take off my jacket, I sat down at my desk and took out my books with that intention. That was, until I heard something breaking downstairs. For a brief moment I thought about going to see what it was that they broke, but a feeling in my gut told me to stay out of it. With that, I shoved two ear plugs into my ears and proceeded to immerse myself into the wonderful world of algebra.

Crash!

There was another noise, followed by a series of shouts this time.

"…You know the rules!"

"Well sorry for not wanting to go blind!..."

I could feel my brow furrowing as I tried to concentrate through the argument. But somehow, they were particularly loud today. I turned in my seat and instantly my eyes fell onto the photograph sitting atop of my dresser. In it were my mother, a man, and me and Alicia. From what I could tell, he had a kind appearance and clearly my mother had loved him. The family in the picture, they – no, we looked happy. But…ever since the divorce, my mother hasn't been the same. She had to raise me and Alicia all by herself.

I heard more shouting and something inside of me snapped. Dropping everything, I grabbed my mp3 player and ran out of the house.

Slam!

It was a little colder than I had expected. With music blasting in my ears, I barely noticed that it was snowing now. I shivered a little as I stuffed my hands into my pockets. Note to self: Next time, bring gloves.

I was walking for awhile. Before I knew it, I had come to this place again. There was this park nearby my house. Whenever I was felt like I needed a place think, I would go there. It wasn't really a secret hideout, but I was there often enough that I considered it my spot.

But, when I entered the area I noticed that someone else was already there.

Ah…so she's here too.

Up ahead there was a single brown bench that stared forwards, facing the fountain. A girl was sitting on it; long, beautiful auburn hair, tied up into a cute sideways-ponytail waved slightly in the wind. I soon found myself sitting on the other end of the bench, where we both sat together in amicable silence. I don't know why, but seeing her here calmed me a little. It's strange, isn't it? Feeling this way, even though we've never spoken a word to one another before… I knew it. I must be going insane after all! I mean she looks to be about my age, but I have no idea what school she goes to. I don't even know her name!

I glanced out of the corner of my eye – today, she was wearing a pink scarf that was wrapped snugly around her neck and partially covering her pink lips. She was also wearing a puffy white coat, a pair of sneakers, and a skirt that was far too short for this weather.

How does she keep warm? My gaze eventually fell onto her face. Her eyes, I think she had blue eyes but I couldn't be sure; every time we were here, she would be looking up at the sky. Sometimes, I found myself staring up at that ever-changing blue canvas too. What was so interesting about it? What was it that she found so enrapturing? I had no idea. I still don't.

Every day…it was the same. I was fairly certain that it would stay that way, but today…for whatever reason…

"Why?" The word left my lips before my mind even registered it.

There was a pause, as if she was processing the fact that I had said something. "Why?" she asked.

I took out my headphones and turned to see the most beautiful pair of sapphire blue eyes that I had ever seen. Seeing them for the first time, actually speaking to one another for the first time, I felt my heart strangely beat a little faster.

I licked my chapped lips. "Mm…You're always looking up at the sky. But, it's not like there are any stars out or anything…"

She seemed to consider this for a moment. It was clear that she was silently debating her answer.

"I don't know." She finally said. "Do you need stars to look at the sky?"

"Huh?" The question caught me off-guard. "I-I don't know." Do you? "Well, if you're not stargazing, then what are you looking at?"

She shook her head. "It's not so much what I'm looking at, as what I see. You see...when I look at the sky…I see freedom."

"Freedom?" I tasted the word on my lips. At best, it felt awkward.

We both looked up at the sky again. It was a dark, blue sky, with overlaying clouds. There were no stars out, and I immediately felt my eyebrows furrow again.

"It's big, isn't it?" I heard the girl beside me say. She lifted up her arms, framing it in her view. I saw the bright smile on her face and thought - just maybe I was looking at this the wrong way. It felt a little silly, but, despite the cold, I lifted up my arms as well and squinted harder at the mass of dark gray.

"When I look up at the sky, I imagine myself flying through it. Through the clouds, with the wind blowing in my hair…like I could go anywhere and be anything I want to be."

She turned towards me and smiled. Was there a strange look on my face? I'm sure there was.

"The snow…it's bright, isn't it?"

I blinked suddenly. Oh! I was so focused on the clouds that I hadn't really noticed anything else. But, white, fluffy snowflakes slowly fell down all around us, and I could only stare back in a mixture of wonderment and surprise. Why did they seem brighter than they were a second ago?

"…Yeah." I breathed out. For the briefest moment, I felt a small smile form in my heart. But the fleeting feeling was gone as fast as it came when I noticed the intent look she was giving me. "What's wrong?"

With little warning, she shuffled forwards and clasped my hands in hers. I felt the blood instantly rush to my face in embarrassment.

"W-W-What-"

"I thought so."

"Eh?"

"They're really cold. You didn't bring any gloves with you?"

"Ah, well, no…I was sorta in a rush…"

"I see…"

I winced slightly when she slapped my palms together a few times, and then nearly squeaked in surprise as she blew warm air onto them. She repeated this a few times: alternating between blowing on my hands and quickly rubs her hands against mine together. I felt my hands warm up in no time.

"There! How's that?" She asked when she was finished. To be honest, I was at a loss for words. I looked back and forth between my hands and her face, before finally deciding to stare at the ground. "Oh, sorry about that, nyahaha~"

Her laughter brought me to look back up in time to see a pair of red, wool gloves being offered out to me.

"Here. This should help to keep them warm."

"Wha? Oh, no. T-There's no way I can accept this… I'll be fine really."

She then did something that I didn't expect. She clicked her tongue at me. "Don't worry. I was just heading home anyways. You can give them back to me later, okay?"

This time she didn't even wait for an answer. She shoved the gloves into my hands and swiftly ran off.

"Hey, wait! I don't even know your name!"

But she didn't even look back; she had already disappeared into the crowd. I guess she didn't hear me…

What just happened?

I wasn't sure how long it was that I sat there, but for the longest time afterward I could only stare at those gloves and think how warm they felt…