N/A. Ok so this story is Kinda telling how I feel a lot of people try to be something they're not. And how we go on a journey to figure it out, some of us finding it sooner than others. Give me a review at the end and tell me your thoughts, but no flames please.

Chapter one. What is fun?

Lucy Heartfilia, watched as the kids at her school put themselves into groups. She didn't fall into any group. Third year of Magnolia high, and she didn't have a clue who she was. The girls clung together in cleaks, chattering and bitching about girls that were different, staring, watching they scrutinised your every movement, your clothes your hair. Couldn't they just stop for a moment and look in a mirror at all of the make up they have caked on their faces, couldn't they just look for a second and go "hey I look like every other girl, that's sad" and take it fucking stuff off! She felt sorry for them, they didn't know who they really were, but then neither did she.

Lucy's father was never really there, he was some big shot business man, and to him Lucy's life was all planned, marry a rich guy, have kids and help me with my fortune. Yep that was the extent of his fatherlyness, he was protective though, over protective. She had her own body guard but she felt really awkward with the big burly man around her all the time, so she convinced her father, after two years of high school, to let her have the third and final year free of the man. He was a nice enough man her body guard. But he scared people off. And she felt alone enough already without him drawing the added, unwanted attention. The girls envied her she supposed, she had a big house a rich family, but none of that mattered. When Lucy looked in the mirror she didn't know who was looking back. If you asked her father it would be 'Lucy Heartfilia of the daughter of the head of the Heartfilia company' if you asked her servants it would be 'lady Layla's and master Jude's daughter'. And as the daughter of a high ranking man she was already intended to be married to another companies son. Her mother... Layla. Lucy never knew her, but she had been beautiful if the paintings were anything that could be trusted.

Lucy shuddered at the memory of when she was introduced to the guy her father had made planes for her marriage with. Slimy sickly looking boy. Well he was actually good looking but his manner, the way he moved screamed snake! Being around him made her feel like she had to board up her vagina. She didn't trust him one bit when they were with other people and she made sure that her body guard was with her whenever the slimy snake was about.

Lucy gathered up her things and quickly made her way out of the classroom. She passed hordes of the clones/students. They all wore the same thing, even the ones trying to look different wore the same kind of different. Even if she didn't see it she felt like they were watching her. Hurrying along she dashed to the school gates. Lucy made it to the front gates and sighed. Freedom. She wrapped her scarf around her neck and started walking to her home. She could have called her body guard but that wasn't as fun as walking home in the fading dusk, mulling over her own private thoughts. As she turned the corner a boy crashed into her him his apparent hast, and together they were knocked down. The boy said something but she didn't hear, she was to busy looking at his bright pink hair. He got up and said something again but she was stunned from being pulled from her thoughts.

"Hey!" She snapped to attention as his voice finally made it to her ears. "Are ya ok?" She said yes and accepted his hand up, still staring at his strange hair. "Sorry bout that, I wasn't looking were I was going." he rubbed the back of his head and grinned, broadly. What a strange boy.

"That's ok," she muttered, her cheeks were blushed and she offered him a faint smile. She looked at his jacket and saw a symbol sewn onto the sleeve with the words Fairy Tail written beneath it. She looked back up he had a scaled scarf and a scar on his cheek. She wondered how he got it.

There was shouting from behind the boy and two other guys were seeming to be chasing after him. He glanced over his shoulder, swore. And started running again. Lucy stepped back as the other two came running past. A really tall guy with long jet black hair and piercings ran by with a raven haired boy that looked the same age as the pink hair boy.

"NATSU WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU!" The latter yelled.

"YEAH FIRE ASS YOUR SO DEAD!" Yelled the former.

Lucy watched absently interested. So his name was Natsu, hum. Though on first glance he was running for his life, while she still watched on, it looked like they were having fun. Fun? Fun was foreign to her. She looked at her watch. Shit she was late, her father would kill her. The phone buzzed she saw the caller ID, with a sigh she pressed green.

"Hey dad," she offered.

"Where the hell are you!" He yelled over the phone.

"On my way back now," she tuned out as he ranted to her about the dangers and how late she was, only piping in when he said he was going to send her body guard. "No dad. I'm fine, just walking a bit slower today." She hung up and looked back overhear shoulder at the boys chasing each other up the street. Fun... When was the last time she had that? She turned and started walking again.

N/A. So I have found that recently a lot of people dress the same and were the same make up etc ect. But in my experience it's better to have your own style, and on the road to finding out who you are it is fine to try many things, but never try to be someone else. Leave a review about the story, or tell me something that you have noticed about things around you, I'm listening my dear readers, You're never alone. And I know I have many other stories that are ongoing, but I feel like this new story is important and it needs to be out there. So tell me what you think, love it hate it? Just no flames. X