p style="text-align: center;"span style="text-decoration: underline;"strongChapter One/strong/span/p
p style="text-align: left;"span style="text-decoration: underline;"/spanI was in my bedroom getting ready for my first day at middle school. "Perfect." I was wearing a blue gradient sweater, whose sleepve went over most of my hand, so only the tips of my fingers showed with black leggings, and my brown combat boots. My hair was in long pigtails with a neon pink cat ear headband. I grabbed my phone and backpack and ran into the downstairs floor of my penthouse. My dad, Metalicana, was sitting at the table with my big brother, Gajeel, and both of our cats, Carla and Pantherlily were playing under the table. "Good morning, little dragon." My dad said. "Yo, Wends. Anywho, I gotta go!" Nastu ran into the elevator and waved goodbye./p
p style="text-align: left;""Dad, Is there any new artists in the studio?" I asked. He ran a famous record label; Skytower Music. "Well, a new band named PlasmaDragons signed. They're really popular." I grinned. My music hype was pretty strong, and I loved performing arts. I checked my Instagram feed. It was a lot of my friends, anime, and art from some really awesome cartoonists around my age. Dad and I went down and entered the lobby to my building. Our car was parked in the reserved spaces. I hopped into the passenger seat. "Dad, how much longer until we get there?" I asked. To answer my question, we pulled up to my school. I looked at my schedule, and here's what I read

Homeroom- Laxus Dreyar

Science- Biska Connall

Lal- Laxus Dreyar

Lal-Laxus Dreyar

Lunch

Drama- Mirajane Strauss

Math- Freed Justine

Special*

I hurried into the building as the bell rang. BANG.

"OMG are you alright?" a pink haired girl asked, pulling me off the floor. "I'm Sherria Blendy! And you are?" she asked, excitedly. "I'm Wendy Marvell. Nice to meet you. Would you happen to know where Mr. Dreyar's classroom is?" I asked.

"No, Its my first day, too." She grabbed my schedule and squeaked excitedly. "We have the same schedule as me! YAY!" She dragged me too our hoomroom. I stopped short and anger blazed through my eyes. He stood up from his desk, and growled.

"You."

*A special is a extra, like art or gym or music. We called them specials in my school district