Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, nor do I partake in any of Hiro Mashima's media, and any other creation of his. This is solely for the use of entertaining the readers.
Lucy's P.O.V.
BEEP BEEP BEEP.
Ugh. Damn, stupid alarm. Who the hell ever invented alarms anyway?! I groaned, desiring for the coziness of my bed - no way in the world that was gonna happen though - and sat up, rubbing my eyes in the process. I forced my feet to touch the solid pavement below, and led it to the bathroom.
A quick shower and a change of clothes later, I found my way to the kitchen, where I made myself breakfast: bacon, eggs, sautéed tomatoes, and hot dogs. Mhmm.. Just the way I like it, I thought just as I chopped up some tomatoes, and placed them on the pan.
"..Hnnmm.. Good morning.." A small voice said sleepily.
I smiled as I recognized the voice of Little Levy. She wasn't really little. In fact, she was older than me, although at first sight you really can't tell if she was older than fifteen years old. Her nickname was given because of her baby face, and small height. It was actually a joke on her 13th birthday, and, well, it kinda stuck.
I turned around, and noted the coordination of her outfit. She used blue ribbons to tie her baby blue curly hair back, and her bangs were visible. She wore a light orange cardigan with a white shirt, and a blue tie. She also had on a pinkish skirt, and her short black boots. In addition, she was wearing her glasses; a tattoo of a blue vine was printed on her left eye, too.
Too much clothes, I thought. Well, she was always a fashionista.
"Hey, good morning," I said, just as I finished frying the bacon. Her eyes suddenly lit up.
"Bacon!" She yelled, while rushing to grab a plate.
I laughed at her childness. "The bacon's not gonna grow legs, and walk away you know!"
She pouted at me, then started eating. I rolled my eyes, and placed the rest of the breakfast on the table.
"Oh, cute outfit by the way!" She yelled.
I looked at my clothes. My favorite black and orange goggles were perched on top of my head; I had on a white buttoned up shirt, which I tucked in, and denim shorts. Dark blue knee-high socks and brown boots, were what I wore below it; I also had my signature heart tattoo on the left side of my chin, and I wore my strawberry earrings.
"Morning!" A hyper voice suddenly laughed.
"Jeez, I can handle myself you know!" A strong voice exclaimed.
"No you can't," A voice said.
My eyes looked up, and saw Mirajane dragging Erza downstairs, with Aries laughing in the background.
Arie's favorite bear beanie was perched on her peach-colored curly hair, she wore a light pink cardigan with a black tank-top, black leggings, and red converse. She also had a tattoo of a white star around her left eye, and her favorite black and white moon earrings.
Mirajane clipped her bangs out of the way, and has waved her silver-colored hair. A white summer dress, with a denim vest, was her outfit for the day. And on her feet were her black boots. A tattoo of a pink flower was visible on the bottommost left part of her face, and she was wearing her purple contacts.
Erza's bangs were in a braid, that were pinned aside, and her favorite green headphones were around her red hair. She wore a light red shirt, black leggings, and brown ankle boots. Her signature green diamonds tattoo were on her forehead.
"Haha. What happened this time?" Little Levy asked, forking up a handful of eggs.
"You should know. As usual, Erza had to be the last one to wake up!" Aries giggled, grabbing a plate off the counter.
"So I had to, once again, drag her off of the bed, and act like a damn babysitter to Ms. Sleepyhead over there," Mirajane said, jabbing her thumb at Erza, who was also starting to eat.
"You should know that I'm not really much of a morning person.." Erza stated.
A few minutes later, I checked my phone. "Hey guys? I'm not sure if this is a good time, but we're late you know," I said. They stared at me like I was crazy or something, but after checking the clock that was right above my head, they started yelling.
"WHAT THE HECK!" Erza yelled, grabbing some random snacks off the counter, and stuffing them in her bag.
"HOW COULD AN HOUR GO BY SO FAST!?" Mirajane exclaimed, searching around for her phone.
"NO! NO! I CAN'T BE LATE FOR THE FIRST DAY!" Aries whined, almost tripping as she ran to get her bag.
"THIS IS BAD.. BAD!" Little Levy yelled, while trying to finish her meal.
"Well. I guess I'll just go start the car," I said calmly, although inside I was panicking. Good thing I prepared my stuff last night, I thought.
Oh, thank goodness.
Despite the stoplight being broken, and the many pedestrians crossing the road, we had managed to arrive eight minutes early.
"See nothing to worry about!" Little Levy said. "I can't believe you guys were panicking!" We all stared at her.
"You were the one who said to beat the red light, even when there was a police car right next to us!" Erza exclaimed.
"Eh? I did?" She played the innocent act.
"Oh forget it! Let's just get our schedules before Erza does something she's gonna regret," I said. We all nodded while sweat dropping, remembering what had happened last time. Man, I hope those football jocks are okay.
"Hey, they were asking for it! They weren't telling the truth; even white lies have limits," Erza said.
"You didn't have to be so harsh to them though," I mumbled.
After a moment of arguing, we all piled out of the car, and headed straight to the front office. We walked in, but the office lady didn't seem to notice our presence, for she didn't even look up from reading a document. After what it felt like an hour, she finally noticed us.
"Oh, hello there. What do you need?" She said it like she didn't even care. How in the world did she get hired?
"Hi. My friends and I were wondering if you had our schedules; we're the new transfer students at this school," Mirajane said, politely.
"Oh. Hold on a moment." What, no please? She started shuffling through a cabinet full of files. A second later, she stopped, and looked at us. "Lucy H., Levy M., Erza S., Mirajane S., and Ares L.?" She didn't even bother to call our last names? I thought.
"Yes, that's us," I said, taking the schedules from her hand. "Thank you."
Soon after, the bell rang, and students flourished down the hallway, sometimes even pushing each other to get to class.
Sheesh, what the hell is up with this school?
We all walked to room 613; turns out we all have the same first period. What I didn't like is that it's math. Ugh. I HATE math. If anyone asked me what's my favorite subject, I would answer English; it requires letters instead of numbers, and writing has always been a favorite of mine. Hell, I've already gotten five works down, and even my past English teachers say that they should be published.
We stopped in front of the door, and knocked on the tan-colored entrance. A woman who looked like she was in her late twenties, wearing a grey cardigan and a long black skirt, opened it, giving us a friendly smile. "You must be the new students. Come on in."
Once our feet were through the door, the woman introduced us. "Class, I'm pleased to introduce to you our new students. Make them feel welcome." She glared at the class with a you-better-be-nice-to-them-or-else! face.
And I laughed, quietly that is.