Summary: Welcome to Fairy Tail, a school for children in 'special circumstances'. Home of the infamous pyromaniac, Natsu Dragneel, obsessive and compulsive Erza Scarlet, the Natural Stripper Gray Fullbuster and the new girl, the mute. What will happen in this 'school'? What secrets are they hiding?

So, Hello guys. This is my brand spanking new Fic. Woop Woop. The idea came from a book I read, it's called Zelah Green, (Coincidently named the OC in my other fic Zelah... no connection... honestly ;) )if you are interested in books. It's about a school of kid's that are...well... messed up, a horrible way to put it, but it's the best way to describe it. I hope you all enjoy it, and see you at the end of the chapter.

If I offend anyone in this; I apologise from the bottom of my heart. I tried putting it in the minds of them.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Fairy Tail, unfortunately.

"... and they'll soul will be forever in our hearts. The End." Layla closed the book to see a young teary faced girl. The girl was small, and she was adorable. She had Blonde hair and deep brown eyes; everyone could tell she'll be a stunner when she's older. In the world of business, most of the 'high-ups' have been trying to claim her for their sons, and even a daughter once. That's the power the Heartfillia family has.

"Mummy, why did she have to die?" She looked up at her mother.

"Well, Honey, we all die eventually, but the soul will never leave. The soul can live on with the people we love, and that, you'll find, is living." Layla smiled to the girl. It was hard explaining death to adults, let alone a small child, but Lucy wasn't an ordinary child. She was smart, sometimes too smart. At this moment in time, Lucy's brown eyes started to tear up again.

"I don't want you to die, Mummy." Lucy sobbed, Layla couldn't help but laugh a little.

"Lucy, remember what I said, I will always be with you. Right Here." Layla pointed at the small girls heart. Lucy wiped her tears away and smiled. "Now, time for bed."

"But-"

"No Lucy, Bed time." Layla said sternly.

"Okay, mummy. Night. Love you Lots."

"Love you more." Layla blew the girl a kiss and left the room, with a smile on her face. Little did they know, that was the last time Lucy would ever see her mother again, and the last time Lucy would speak.

*10 YEARS LATER*

A drunken Jude Heartfillia stumbled out of his study to the houses Library. Jude became a drunken idiot after Layla died. He started to show his true colours, a cold heartless man who cared more about money than his only child.

"Luccyy" He yelled. "The little bitch," he mumbled after. A now 17-year-old Lucy stood in front of him, and as suspected, she was a beauty and men still chased after her. Although her little 'problem' tended to scare them off. She still had the blonde hair, but it was long, and, well, soft. Her eyes were as deep and comforting as ever and her voice... that was the problem. Lucy didn't speak. She didn't tell anyone why because, she doesn't speak obviously.

She stood there holding a sign. On it was "YES FATHER" (A/N: Bold will generally be Lucy's sign) in Lucy's fancy and trained handwriting.

"I-I'mm Sickk and Ti-red of your shit Lucy. –hick- No man wants to be with you with your fuckked up no speaking thing. They admit that they'd –hick- fuck you any day, but woulllld never ever ever be with some speechless bitch like YOU" Jude Heartfillia yelled at the vulnerable 17-year-old. She started to write her reply when her took her whiteboard and threw it across the room. He grabbed her jaw.

"Well, what have you got to say for yourself? Go on Lucy, enlighten me, speak up. Speak up Lucy. I CAN'T FUCKING HEAR YOU, GIRL. WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO FUCKING SAY FOR YOURSELF?" He yelled again and slapped her round the face. The drunken man couldn't think about anything else, the only think on his mind was the recent rejection of proposal by the Honourable Howell Family. He let go of his grasp and Lucy scrambled for her whiteboard.

"I'm –hick- sending you off to get healed. If you do get fucckingg better I'll –hick- disown you." Jude stormed out of the room and stood in the middle of the room was the blonde girl with messed up hair and hand marks still on her jaw. She held her sign "I DON'T NEED HEALING, FATHER"

The next day Lucy stood in front of her house, her suitcase next to her waiting for the driver to take her to get healed. Her father didn't even bother to see her off, knowing him he would be in bed, hung over. His PA was there. She stood tall and was so, snobbish. She always hated Lucy and her Mother. The PA has her brown hair up in a bun and wore way too much make-up. She wore a black pencil skirt and black heels.

"Your father sends his best with your healing and hopes you'll bet better soon because the Eucliffe family have an interest in you. As soon as they found out you were getting healed, they admired your determination to get better. Hopefully, you'll finally be able to make your dad slightly proud of you." She smiled her sickly smile. Lucy couldn't careless; she stopped trying to be nice to his PA, years ago, and she stopped trying to prove herself to her father as well. She got in the car and banged on the class, her and her driver had this system going, she'd bang on the glass when she was ready, he'd drive.

Lucy sat quietly, as per. Usually, at a journey this long, she'd sleep. But she couldn't, not knowing where she was going or knowing that she wasn't wanted. Now, she was going to a shrink, the last thing she needed. She laid her head back and closed her eyes. She could see her mother, smiling at her and for the first time in 10 years, Lucy felt like she had protection, and she slowly drifted off to sleep.

2 hours later, and the car was in the countryside, and in front of the car was a huge building. It wasn't as big as her house, but it was big enough. It looked like some sort of private school, it obviously wasn't, and her father wouldn't spend so much money on a lost cause. She thought they were just driving by, but they stopped.

"Miss Lucy, we have arrived." Lucy's eyes widened. She stepped out of the car and looked again, to see if she saw the right place, it was.

"Ahh... Miss Heartfillia. Welcome to Fairy Academy, or we all call it Fairy Tail." She looked in front of her, and then she looked down. It was an old cheery man, who looked like he had other things to be doing.

"I'm Makarov. You can call me Gramps, everyone else does. Don't worry, we'll get you better in no time." Lucy looked at her feet. She didn't need healing, but the next thing he said shocked her.

"Unless you don't want to get better, then just relax. I get paid either way." Makarov smiled at her and Lucy smiled back. "Follow me, Miss Heartfillia." Makarov turned around and started to give a tour.

"CALL ME LUCY" She wrote on her board. Makarov smiled.

"Okay Lucy. Here is your timetable, you have a private lesson at 1:00pm, but that's written on there too. You bags have been taken to your Dorm, which is in building 2. If you have any problems go to you head of dorm, Erza Scarlet. Here's your uniform and when the bell rings go to Lesson 2. They're expecting you." Makarov walked to his office mumbling something about paper work. Lucy walked towards Building 2. On the front of the door it read, 'Girls Dorm' she stepped in to find a living area, a few sofas, a TV and a small kitchen like area. It looked more like a den than a Dorm. There was something wrong, Lucy was smart, she studied about other teenagers the night before, they were generally a messy bunch that left everything around, but this was spotless, not a single thing out-of-place. She looked at her piece of paper, Room 01, second floor; she made her way upstairs to change into her uniform. It was a grey skirt with stripes down it, a normal white blouse, a beige jumper and a blue and white stripy tie. (A/N: Like in the 2nd OVA) She looked down at herself and smiled, at least she looked presentable. BRINGGGG. The bell rang, she looked at her timetable, she had Maths with Mr Conbolt, and she made her way to Building 1, the school building.

A/N: So what do you think? Please Review and I hope you like it. In the next chapters all A/N, Will be at the bottom of the page; just a heads up; apologies for and Spelling or grammar mistakes. Much Love.

-THEBEASTHUNTER