Okay, so this is my first ever Digimon story. Well first one that I've put onto here. We've all written stories and kept them to ourselves for our own personal satisfaction. Anyone? Or is that just me!

So of course I DO NOT OWN DIGIMON. If I did Mimi and Yamato and Sora and Taichi would have definitely married. They're my favourite pairings by far!

I got my inspiration for my story from Taylor Swift songs. I love her music and the lyrics are so sweet. If you're a Swift fan like me, in later chapters you may recognise how themes match some of her songs. But I have an overactive imagination so they probably don't seem similar to the songs to anyone else. Oh well, can't blame a girl for trying :D

By the way, I have an awful memory, so I would write the names the correct way, with like the surname first, but I'd forget after the first chapter so I'm just going to write them after the first names. So please don't get angry at me! Also this one is extremely short but its only an introduction, I didn't really want to drag it out. My others will be longer, I promise!

Mimi Tachikawa glanced up at the sign above the entrance of the enormous building, of which she stood below. ODAIBA HIGH SCHOOL. She gulped. Wow this is where I'm going to be spending my senior year. It's huge. I'm definitely going to get lost within two minutes.

Mimi sighed. All she felt like doing was turning around and running home to beg her parents to take her back to America. It was so beautiful there. She was so beautiful there.

Mimi felt her eyes well up at the thought of America. At her last school she had been the queen. Everyone loved her and she loved them. She'd had the most amazing group of friends. But she'd been forced to leave all that behind when her father had been transferred to Japan.

It wasn't as though she wasn't used to such a large move. She was originally from Japan. Daiba, Odaiba to be exact. Mimi could recall the events of their leaving of Odaiba like it was yesterday.

At Tokyo airport Mimi could remember all the people wishing goodbye to their families. All those wishing goodbye to their friends. All those greeting loved ones from departures. These moments were filled with both joy and sadness. And Mimi, most of all, could recall the sadness of her ten year old self watching all these people. Mimi felt lonely.

No one was there to see her and her parents off. No relatives. No friends. No one. For all her popularity in America, Mimi had never felt lonelier than in Japan. She believed she had friends once, and according to her parents Mimi had been involved in an accident which caused her to have amnesia, forgetting everyone but them.

However, Mimi didn't believe them. She thought her memories would've come back to her over these last 8 years. The only thing that reassured her of her parents' words was the gaping hole in her memory of anything before the age of 10.

A tear began to fall down Mimi's' face at the thoughts of her loneliness, but she would not cry, not now. She scrunched her eyes to force the tears back and lifted her head high.

This is a fresh start and I am not going to let my past experience of Japan ruin my time here now. I AM going to walk into that school like I own it. I AM going to make as many friends as possible. I AM going to be the bright, shiny, beautiful Mimi that I discovered in America. Always the optimist Mimi, always the optimist!

With a huge smile plastered on her face, Mimi took her first step into her first day of a new high school year.

One which she'd promised herself to be the best school year of her life. However, unbeknownst to Mimi one which promised to be the most exhilarating, heart wrenching, dramatic, fantastic year of her life.

So what do you guys all think? Is this making you want to read on? I like to think I can write a fairly decent story, but tell me if I'm wrong.

I would love if you could all review please? Though don't forget that this is my first time doing this. Oh and I'm a nice person with a love of smiling and of cake (I'm adding this on, in the hope you all smile and take pity of this poor, first time writer :D ). I'd love some constructive criticisms, some compliments. Just no nasty words please. Thank you!

Catherine.