Characters: Mainly focusing on Natsu Dragneel and his POV. Other FT characters will appear as the story continues.

Warning: OOC characters.

Plot: Unable to determine this now, I might update it later or you'll just have to keep reading to determine the plot yourself =P

Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the plot.

Author's comment: I wrote a longer ver of this chapter (and chapter 2) but it's on my virus-contaminated laptop so boohoo. Plus, English is not my first language so please point out the part where my grammar had failed me haha.


I heard the sound of two objects colliding; I was able to feel the pain of one of the object. The mind is the most valuable thing to a human, most of us just don't realize it until later on in life. The brain sends signals throughout your whole body. Your five senses-touch, taste, smell, sight and sound-do you think you would be able to experience such things without your mind? Once you've encountered something, your brain send signals throughout your nervous system, sending them faster than the speed of light. Right now, in less than a second my brain had already told me that I am one of the objects and what I've collided with was the floor.

Apparently I've fallen asleep in class once again, it's one of my habits that I cannot change-well if a habit can be easily changed than it's not really a "habit" now, is it?-. Usually when a student wants to sleep in class, they do it secretively. For instance, burying their head in the depths of the textbook's pages, covering their eyes with their extremely long bangs, etc. I, unfortunately, did not do any of the sort.

Before I even opened my eyes, waves of chuckles which then amplified into roars of laughter spread across the whole room. I noticed a shadow being cast right above me, looking up I see Loke, not only was he a teacher's pet but he was also a sycophant. He would try to please everyone who is in a higher rank or authority. He started to nag me, nagging about how I should not sleep in class and how school is very important and all kinds of other irrelevant stuff. But for me to feel intimidated by him, I actually have to care of what he thinks. Besides, I wasn't really able to pay attention to what he was saying due to the concussion that the floor gave me but it's not like I wanted to listen to him anyways. I don't believe that he agrees with half the things he says, he's only trying get the teacher's favor.

I settled back in my chair. Rubbing the back of my head, messing up my hair even more than it was before and gave a cheesy smile "haha, I guess the floor is in love with me." My fellow students laughed even harder. "What a fool!" I heard one of them shout. I don't really mind having a reputation as the class clown because I know for sure that I'm way smarter than these dimwits. Textbook pages, I'm able to read them upside-down in a quick paste. Maths, you do it using a calculator, I'll mentally do it, another reason why I love my mind. However, I just don't want to take on the responsibility that a high standard reputation has in stores-being the first to be pick as a biology partner in school, constantly being invited to parties, having girls go lala over you. It may sounds like the good life but in my case, I don't need others to know about my personal life or interfere with it in any way-and I'm most definitely not aiming for a low standard reputation. Being average is just fine.

The laughter subsided and everyone continued their reading of-well I wouldn't know since I fell asleep before the teacher even got to announce the page number. Then, I heard footsteps, not any ordinary footsteps, but the teacher's. At times like this anxiety would be flowing throughout my whole body, my heart would be trying to escape from my chest, and unneeded moister would spread on the palms of my hands. But that's not what's happening now. My breathing was normal, my palms were dry, I was completely normal. I guess I'm just like this around Mrs. Heartfilia.

That lady has sympathy for me since my mom had passed away a few years ago and my dad is no where to be found but I know that he had either ran away because the cops were on his trail-he usually extort private information and sell illegal types of drugs-or he just left us and is probably living with his new family. Either way, I don't give a damn about his existence.

I remember when I first entered this class, I instantly became infatuated with her. Her lips were soft and glossy. Her voice had a cute vibe in it; whenever she spoke to me, I would hardly pay attention to what she's saying and would just listen to that sweet voice of hers, stare into her doll-like eyes. I loved how she removes strains of hair luxurious blonde hair from her face every time she turns away from the board to face the class. However, my feelings for her has changed. Ever since that day when she had announced that she would be marrying. I don't dislike her though, I'm not one to hate someone because something did not go my way.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"OK. If you ever need anything to need to talk about anything, you can always tell me."

I said okay and gave her a semi-fake smile. She returned a smile and walked back towards the direction of the board. Having sympathy is one thing but she treats me as if I needed special help. How annoying.