Hello, Minna! This is my first story, so I hope you enjoy it! Hiro Mashima Is the owner of Fairy Tail, not me.
Who knew?
Lucy's POV:
I woke up thanks to my noisy alarm clock. You know how it feels to wake up to noise instead of the smell of your mom freshly made pancakes? Yup. That's the feeling. I lazily opened my eyes and got off my comfy bed. Now I missed the warm felling. I glared at the only thing that stood between me and my precious sleep. I raised my fist and smashed it into a million pieces. I'll have to buy another one later…But seriously, that thing is annoying. I -being myself- lazily (again) walked to my bathroom.
My mouth tasted weird. That meant I forgot to brush my teeth last night. Was I that tired I forgot to brush my own teeth? I can't remember! The only thing I remember is the warm and cozy feeling of my bedsheets on top of me. Maybe I went to bed the second I got home. I'll just go brush my teeth now… I entered my tiny bathroom and saw the lonely toothbrush sitting in the cup it always was in. If you're one of those people who don't get stories, (no offense) or context clues, I live alone. Most of you kinda guessed that by now, tho. Live here in Magnolia is pretty solitary for me. But don't you worry, solitary is good. The less people knew me and who I was, the better.
When I finished brushing my teeth, I took my normal 5-minute-showers and dresses in my favorite outfit: Skinny jeans, a black tank top, some black socks with pink dots (what?), combat boots (good for kicking), and a black oversized hood that hid my curves. Yes, I have curves. I like to work out, ok? i was probably the strongest girl you'll ever meet. Although I didn't look like it thanks to my hood. It hid absolutely everything from my neck yo my lower thighs. You could even think I was fat, If it wasn't for my well-built legs. Maybe skinny jeans weren't the best idea.
In case you're wondering, I'm not an e-mo, or a punk, or whatever. I just really like black. It makes me feel hidden, and cool. I hid myself because guys were annoying. I mean, SERIOUSLY annoying. Guys have been a problem for me since 6th grade, when my body started to change. I mean, it really changed. I've never really been a flat-chested girl, but at 8th grade they were as big as a 21 year old. It was weird. If you think people stare at you for having a big bust, imagine how much stares I got. That's another of the reasons I started wearing my hood.
I've also always been tall for my age. When I was 10, people mistook me for a 14 year old. Weird. Now, I was starting my second year of high school. I'm 15. Wow. Time sure flies by. It's been 9 years since my parents died. I still remember that day. I was 7 years old, Mom was 27, Dad was 32. They were murdered by some guy named Zeref. I remember his face; skin pale, Dark eyes, tiny nose, Black spicy hair, and a wicked grin. I remember that grin like the palm of my hand. It was full of evil. Pure. Indescribable. Evil.
But, back to the story now. Darn it! I forgot! Today is the first day of school! I have to get ready! I quickly checked my phone to see what time it was, 7:30 AM. Few, still got time. I put on my black gloves that didn't cover my fingers, and tied my hair in a high pony tail. I wear a pony tail now. My hair had gotten darker thanks to the sun and was now an extremely light shade of brown with natural blond highlights. Yes, sun. I practice my fighting in the forest, which is surprisingly sunny. It also got curly, I really have not idea why. My skin was also more tanned now, thank you very much sun. At least no one recognized me. That was good enough.
