AN: Hello all!

Uh, welcome to my first fanfic, I guess...? I really do hope you enjoy it... andyeah. I had this whole little speech-thingie planned out back in 2009-2012-ish when I first got this account about exactly what I was going to say on my very first fanfic, but then... three years past. And I forgot it. Soyeah.

I guess I should probably do a disclaimer, huh?

I don't own Fairy Tail. It belongs to Hiro Mashima.

That being said, please enjoy... and if not, well, tell me what you didn't like about it, so I can improve, yeah?

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She threw the suitcase onto the sheet-less bed, watching with grim satisfaction as the neatly packed clothing cascaded onto the floor. The clean and carpeted floor.

A brown flowerpot crashed into the plush shag. Down on her knees, the girl rubbed the dirt into the thick fibers. The hot prickling sensation in her eyes burned ferociously, as she continued to trash the room.

Scattered papers. Spilled drinks. Strewn items at random.

Good. She would stall It as long as she could.

Someone knocked on the door. Repeatedly.

"Miss Lucy? Miss Lucy?"

Lucy ignored the aged voice, and ripped the pleated curtains off of their hooks.

"Miss Lucy, please stop this...!"

"Shut up!" She removed one of her boots and chucked it at the door. BAM! The knocking stopped.

"...M-Miss Lucy... your father..."

"What about him?!" she screamed.

"...he w-won't be pleased... w-with this mess, Miss."

" 'He won't be pleased?' " she repeated, "He won't be pleased!" Lucy turned on the bookshelf, the only untouched object in her chaos of a bedroom. With a hardy shove fueled by rage and hurt, all of her precious books fell to the floor... all of her mother's precious books.

"...Miss Lucy...?"

Realizing what she'd done, Lucy's knees buckled under her. Faintly, her fingers danced over the flurry of papers until she found the rough edges of her most prized possession... her mother's most prized possession. The teen hugged the novel to her chest, tears finally spilling over and blotting the pages.

By then, Ms. Spetto had realized the door had never been locked, and she was, ever so slowly, turning the doorknob. The door creaked open, groaning from it's earlier unexpected assault.

"...oh, Miss Lucy..." she whisered, her resolve crumbling at the pitiful state of her young master.

Startled, Lucy's head jerked up.

"M-Ms. Spetto...!" she faltered, trying to cover up her puffy eyes and red cheeks. She squeezed the book even tighter.

In an instant, the elderly woman had the girl wrapped in a warm embrace. Lucy sagged in her maid's arms.

"...w-why is father...?" She found her words choking and dying as her throat constricted from all of the built-up emotions. Surely there was some reason behind all of the madness. And surely, surely, Ms. Spetto... the woman who had helped deliver Lucy as a baby... the one who had been on this rollercoaster of a life with her... and her mother's best friend... would know. She would surely know why her father seemed to strive for and revel in Lucy's unhappiness.

"...I... I don't know, Miss Lucy. I don't know."

But, alas, she didn't... Lucy didn't think anybody really did. Not even her father.

"I-I don't want to leave... I don't want to leave mother..." Lucy sobbed into Ms. Spetto's shoulder. In return, the woman rubbed the girl's back, trying to offer comfort, no matter how small that comfort was. "I-I want to stay here, Ms. Spetto... I want to stay h-here..." She knew she was spouting meaningless crap. Lucy knew that it really didn't matter what she said. Her father was a stone cold person, and his will would not be questioned.

Ms. Spetto sighed. "Me too, Miss Lucy," she said, "but... but your father knows best. He thinks this will benefit all of us..."

Lucy was silent. She didn't understand her father at all. Yes, they'd all moved before... but that was at a time when Mrs. Layla Heartphilia was still with her daughter. Still with her husband. Now. Now they were moving without her. Now they would actually have to leave her behind. Leave their entire country behind.

That was unthinkable. Impossible. Lucy refused.

How would she visit her mother's grave if they were thousands of miles apart? How would she pay her weekly respects if an entire time zone separated the two?

She wouldn't.

She couldn't.

"How could he even think of leaving mother?" Lucy asked. Her sadness was morphing into anger once again. How could he? How dare he? But all of the negative emotions swirling around inside of her were eating away at her focus. Lucy admitted it. She was exhausted.

Ms. Spetto didn't answer her. She couldn't answer her. When she herself had heard about the move, it had sounded like utter ridiculousness. Move to a completely new country? Ridiculous! And with just a few days before Lucy started her senior year in high school, no less! Whatever reason Mr. Heartphilia had for the need of an abrupt change of environment, it'd better be a damn good one!

Ms. Spetto sighed as she stroked Lucy's tangled hair. She'd tried to convince Jude otherwise in the beginning. Tried to perish the outrageous thought from planting and growing into a full fledged decision. But he would have none of it. Absolutely none of it.

Lucy attempted to deter him too. She'd begged and cried and shouted and cursed her father to the lowest of hells. The poor girl even went as far as to guilt her father into changing his mind, saying terrible things about him wanting to get away from Layla. Ms. Spetto had to give him credit for his unwavering and steely answers, but she could've sworn on Mrs. Heartfilia's grave that she saw the man flinch at the mention of her name...

And so, they sat there, holding eachother, trying to recall of happier times where death didn't affect them so deeply. Where loss was something they did not experience or even thought they might experience. And where Layla Heartphilia was still alive and healthy, laughing along with them.

The whole move was a rough and tedious process. The three of them had to take several short flights, and one long voyage across the ocean. Luggage was always a hassle to deal with, and they had to camp overnight at one of the airports because Mr. Heartphilia had overdosed on alchohol, and they couldn't fly if he wasn't sober.

When they did arrive at Fiore, it was a three day drive to Magnolia. Three hot, torturous days. Lucy busied herself with rereading all of her mother's books, even though she knew most by heart.

At the city, they met with various people to seal the deal on the house they all had taken a shine too, and then they were home free...

Except they had to unpack. And quickly.

Due to Jude's drunken delay, they were two days behind schedule. Lucy was supposed to have been in class at East Mag. High School two days ago. Of course, Ms. Spetto called in to excuse her mysterious absences and assured the principal that she would be there "bright and early tomorrow morning."

It was three hours past midnight. Lucy, having overheard the conversation, felt like crying. She'd been through hell the past week, and now she was expected to be at school in four, or five, hours? Tiredly, the girl climbed the stairs to her new room.

Lucy hit her fluffy bed like a rock underwater.

She would unpack tomorrow.

Word Count: 1,171.

AN: Wow. I can't believe I got past 1,000 words. That'sjust. I think a new personal record for myself, yay!

Anywho, I'm going to challenge myself, and try to get at least 1,000 words in every chapter. I would like to aim for 1,500 (or more!) but I'll set this goal low for myself, since squeezing this thing out was a challenge in itself. I wish I was like one of those people who does amazing 5,000 word chapters because they're just that good, and plot bunnies practically live in their heads, but, alas, I am not...

Anyway, good, bad, meh? Please leave a review and tell me how you felt about it!