Magnolia Preschool, August, Year X777
The building loomed over my small body, casting a shadow over me and my father. My hand was kept tightly in my father's and he seemed to not want to let go.
"Lucy," He bent down in order to be st eye level with me. "You must be a good girl here. There will be no tantrums or bad behaviour. Understood?"
I didnt really understand. To be honest I didnt really know where we were, but I nodded anyway.
"You're only six. . ." My father sighed. "I dont trust you being alone at school."
"Dad!" A small pink haired boy jumped about with ants in his pants. "I cant believe I'm going to school!" The boy ran past my father and I, bumping his shoulder against mine without turning back to apologize.
A short man with a white beard stopped and my father's side. "I apologize," He bowed. "He's awndtn orphan, he's not really in touch with his manners."
I furrowed my brow, looking off to the building in front of us. The pink haired boy was shaking the hands of random kids and kind of scaring everyone. I heard the man he called 'dad' say that his name was Makarov, but I didn't pay attention to anything else he was saying.
As soon as my dad said "alright," to me I ran to the boy at full speed. "Hey!" I exclaimed, stopping in front of him and crossing my arms. "You ran into me and didn't even say sorry!"
I sounded a spoilt little brat, which I was. I glared at the boy with wide eyes and he looked confused. "I did not!" He shook his head, imitating me and crossing his arms.
"You did so!"
"You're crazy!" He yelled. "I'm a gentleman! I would say sorry if I hurt a girl." He closed his eyes and raised his chin, a typical triumphant look engulfing his features. I noticed he had lizard-like eyes and teeth, and he wore a scaled scarf. It was pretty cute, because it was too big for his tiny neck, so he had to wrap it around loads of times.
My hands found their way to my hips and I squinted at the boy. For about 10 seconds, there was silence shared between us until I straightened up and flashed a smile. "I'm Lucy! Im six, and it's nice to meet you!"
I extended a hand for him to shake, as my mother had taught me, but he just looked at it with confusion. "I'm Natsu. I'm seven, and it's nice to meet you, too!" He hesitantly grabbed my hand, but didn't shake it. He gripped it and closed the large gap between us with a hug.
I squealed quietly and pushed him off of me. "What are you doing?" I asked calmly.
"That's how Igneel taught me to say hello." He smiled, obviously proud of himself. Who . . . ?
"Natsu." The old man who was talking to my father loomed over Natsu and I, a scowl on his lips. The man may have been short compared to my father, but he was taller than Natsu and I. "I told you, you can't just hug people you don't know."
"It's okay, sir!" I smiled up at him. "I don't mind."
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These flashback chapters will probably all be short. They're for information and have A LOT to do with the plot. :)
