A new day, a new school. Sounds great for any kid going to high school for the first time, right? While that is true for grade 9s, it's not so great for a grade 12. 'Why me?' I silently cried to myself as I fell asleep on the final day of summer.
I always thought I had it great; I was always the pretty and popular one whenever I was at school but as soon as I told my so called "friends" that I was moving, (not by my own choice either), they all turned on me and basically left me for dead. I could hardly believe that on my last day there was absolutely no one saying good bye or telling me that they'd miss me. I believed that my feelings were mutual; I was going to miss all of my friends so much but apparently we were never on the same page to begin with. I left school saddened and feeling quite depressed. After that it just got worse, no one ever texted me and no matter how many times I texted or phoned my best friends, I never had any sort of response. Although this may not sound all that bad 'everyone has those friends who are just being nice for no reason, no?' Wrong-o! I never had any real friends, likely because my father is a rich businessman and we have no shortage of cash. It's horrifying how greedy and selfish people really are. I truly was preparing myself for the worst year of my life. No friends. No one to trust. And no one to keep me going.
I woke up early the next morning, practically rising with the sun as my butler were to say. I really do wish that I didn't have my own personal servers though, its completely unnecessary. But of course this is all under command by my all powerful father and I have no control over it whatsoever. I sighed as I walked sleepily to my closet to see what I would wear. I've always felt that I'm quite stylish and only wear the cutest clothes but now I doubt every move and choice I make because who knows if I ever really was cute to my friends anyway? Maybe they didn't care how I dressed as long as I chauffeured them around. But either way there's nothing to do now but move on. These emotions can't last forever, can they?
I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head to rid myself of those feelings. I then look at my closet; about the same size of my room, if not bigger. The choices I have are endless. Of course they're entirely designer which I really don't have a clue about but own regardless as it's all my father will allow me to buy, 'only the best for my little girl!'. I disagree with this but once again I have no control over it. I grab what I believe to be one of my cutest outfits. A blue skirt with long socks and black knee high boots. My shirt is white with a pretty blue pattern which matches the colour of my skirt. I quickly do my hair in my usual style, a small side ponytail near the top of my head, finish it off with makeup and I'm all ready! I steal a quick glance at myself in my floor length mirror. I wink cutely at myself, strike a pose (I know I'm really lame for acting this way) and then skip out of my room hoping for the best.
When I arrive at the dining room downstairs my father is already sitting at the table waiting for me. The table has already been set for three by our servers. An old habit by them really since my mom died many years ago but it's harmless to say the least. I smile slightly at my father as I sit at the opposite end of the long table from him (this is where he meets his associates now as we no longer have a personal study for him like the one we did back home but oh well, I kind of enjoy the downsizing of our house).
"Good morning, Lucy." My father says emotionlessly.
"Good morning, Father." I reply exactly like a robot, as if it were programmed into me to respond this way every time we greet.
"I presume you slept well last night in your new bed."
"Of course I did!" I smile brightly on the outside but on the inside I'm crying for my old bed which I have never parted with ever before. It was my rock, the only thing I thought I would get to keep from home other than my personal belongings but my father decided a new house meant new everything.
"I see." An awkward silence follows this statement. I open my mouth to speak but our food has been served and all there is to do now is eat. During all of our meals there is no sound. No talking. No laughing. No coughing. No anything except eating. I long for the conversations we used to have at our dinner table with mom but that's gone now too. It seems I have nothing left but myself. I hurriedly finish my breakfast. I feel as if the sooner I get to school, the sooner this day will be over.
"Well father, I'll see you after school!" I call as I run out the door waving. I know he waves back but for some reason I get a shiver down my spine and shake uncontrollably. I slow down then stop completely, I glance back at my father, still sitting in his chair and finishing his breakfast. Everything seems normal. I laugh to myself before finally escaping through the front door with my book bag.
I begin walking to school as it really isn't too far from our house and try to cool my head off. I feel extremely nervous to be entering a new school where everyone has already made their cliques and been accepted by the others. I lose my self in thought but then I hear my name.
"Lucy-sama!" I look around trying to figure out where its coming from.
"Wait, Lucy-sama! Your father ordered us to bring you to school! It's dangerous for you to be walking by yourself." I turn back towards my house and see my fathers personal driver and my own driver waving their arms at me as they try to get in their car. I sigh dejectedly and slowly make my way back home and climb into the backseat of our car.
"Really guys, I've told you before you don't need to drive me everywhere. I'll be fine on my own! The school is only a 15 minute walk from here." I look out the window and see the smiling faces of teenagers with the freedom that I've always longed for. They all seem so happy just to be able to walk to school with each other and here I am stuck in a car.
"Sorry, Lucy-sama but your fathers orders are his orders and we can't go against them. You understand right?"
"I do, I swear I do but this is ridiculous isn't it? School isn't so far." I frown even more at the fact that all these people don't seem nearly as rich as me and the possibility of fitting in at all has become even more hopeless for me.
"We really are sorry Lucy-sama." My driver says in a tone meaning that its the end of that conversation. No matter how I argue and plead, they will never go against a will of my father unless it would be me in danger. They really do care for me but all I ever wanted was some freedom.
"Fine." I say grumpily as I stare out the window. A single tear falls from my right eye and I quickly wipe it away, hoping it wasn't spotted. There's nothing more I can do now. We finally arrive outside my new school and I gasp in surprise. It's much nicer than any of the pictures I've seen and I'm delighted to be able to get away from my fathers control.
"Well I'll see you guys later, bye now!" I cry as I leap from the car and run to the front door of the school.
"Lucy-sama, don't be so-!" the rest of the sentence is cut off as I enter the building. I feel more at ease all ready once inside and take a moment to clear my mind before beginning my search for the office. No one is around so I am hopelessly left alone to find my way there. When I finally get there, students have already began to enter the school and find their homerooms and celebrate with their friends who are in the same class and comfort those who aren't. I smile sadly 'this would have been me at home right now'. Once again I clear my head then take a deep breath before entering the office.
"Good morning. Is there something I can do for you?" smiles a young looking girl as I enter.
"Good morning to you too, I'm new here and I really don't know what I'm supposed to be doing right now." I examine her quickly, silver hair which if not for her face would have indicated she was a bit older but the colour wasn't gray, just shiny like a ring. Her eyes were dark and intelligent. She was very pretty.
"Ahh you must be Lucy Heartfillia. Please come in and meet our headmaster. He's in that room right over there. My name is Mira by the way, I recently graduated from this school and am now working as secretary." She says while pointing to a small room to the left of her desk.
"Thank you very much. It's nice to meet you." I say bowing slightly before heading to the room she indicated and knocking quietly.
"Come in." Calls a gruff voice.
"Good morning, sir." I say as I enter the room.
"Lucy, that must be you right? Good morning!" He sounds very energetic for a man of his age. He seems extremely old yet he still acts young and I try not to laugh at his height. He is incredibly short, about the height of a normal toddler.
"Yes, sir, that's me1" I grin back.
"Alright well I have some paperwork you need to fill out before you can head to your homeroom. It shouldn't take too long." He hands me a pile of paperwork. About 20 pages long.
"I have to fill out all of this?" I exclaim. I gape at the enormous amount of work lying ahead of me.
"It's quite simple though. Should only take 5 minutes and I have your schedule right here to make it a little easier when you're done.. I've already talked to your homeroom teacher that you may be late. He understands." He replies nonchalantly.
"Well alright." I say as I sit down and begin to fill out the paperwork. As I'm writing I constantly check the clock on the corner of the headmasters desk. 10 minutes pass and I'm only on the fourth page. I begin to rush to finish because being late on the first day is probably one of the worst things I could do. After about 20 minutes of scribbling random things, I finally am finished. Most of the questions on there were pointless, like whats your favourite colour? Why would they need to know that in the first place.
"I'm all done!" I say happily.
"Good, good. Well here's your schedule and good luck." He hands me my schedule and I get up to leave.
"Thank you sir." I leave the room, wave good bye to Mira and begin to search for my homeroom. Unfortunately this school seems much bigger than my last one, although we had elevators, there had to be about 4 flights of stairs and no matter how I tried I couldn't find my class on the first even though it was room 101. I begin to wish I had either a map or someone to tell me where I should be going. I finally decide that I should just go back to the office to ask where it is.
"Oh, sorry I thought you had a tour of our school already. I'll take you there." Mira offers as she begins to stand.
"Really, don't worry about showing me, I don't want to be any trouble. Could you just give me some instructions on where it is?"
"Are you sure?" She questions, not moving from her now standing position. I wave my arms.
"Really, it's alright."
"Well ok, its on the fourth floor. It seems a bit backwards but rooms 101-114 are on that floor, 215-225 are on the third and so on. It's an odd arrangement but that's how it was designed in the first place. Anyway room 101 is the first door on the right at the top of the stairs closest to the office. Just let me know if you need anymore help." She smiles kindly at me. I smile back and thank her before I begin climbing up all of the stairs. 'Why on earth are there so many floors anyway? Are they really needed that much? There can't be that many students here! This is too small of a town for that!'
By the time I reach the last floor I feel flustered and even more frustrated. So many floors really aren't necessary and it seems like a waste of time to have that many! I take a few deep breaths as I approach the door with a sign saying room 101 on it. I turn the doorknob slowly, take one last deep breath and open the door with a huge smile on my face. As soon as I enter the room goes silent and everyone turns to stare at me. I try to keep smiling under all the pressure.
"Ah you must be Lucy. Welcome to room 101, English." The one who seems to be the teacher says. I am taken aback by the colour of his hair. It's green. I don't really understand how that's normal but I try to keep myself from faltering in front of everyone.
"Yup thats me!" I say cutely and point to myself.
"Good. My name is Green-sensei, and seeing as you're late you don't have much choice for seating. The only spot left is the one beside Natsu. Sorry about that, really I never thought to make a seating plan." He smiles sheepishly.
"Oh it's no problem, really!" I wave my hands. I scan the room for the only empty seat, a spot in the very back next to a pink haired boy. Once again the hair colours here are astounding to me. 'I don't see what could be so bad about him. He has pink hair for goodness sake, there's no way he's a bad kid.' I head to my seat, ignoring all the looks I get from all the others and take my seat at the back.
"Now that everyone is here, time to introduce ourselves. Kind of like a game but just tell us your name and what your hobbies and likes are. I'll start. My name is Freed Green and I don't like when my students address me by my first name so I suggest you don't do it. Let's see... green is my favourite colour. Yes my hair is naturally this colour-" he glances at all of the students who are staring at his hair in awe while chuckling slightly. "- and my hobbies are reading and writing and learning all sorts of different written languages... Now who wants to go next?" The boy beside me, Natsu I believe his name was, raises his hand as far as he can. "Yes, Natsu, go ahead." sits down behind his desk and relaxes.
"My name is Natsu Dragneel. My hobbies are fire, keeping myself fit and I'd have to say my favourite colour would actually be the colour of fire!" He shouts excitedly. I flinch at how loud he is. He seems to keep talking but I try my best to drown him out. This is going to be a long year.