Present Day
Lucy POV
I sat on the blue plastic chair, shifting, desperately trying to find a position that was even mildly comfortable. I was failing. I sat amongst the other students, some faces familiar, some not. Bits and pieces of random conversation floated around, proving for a quite noisy gymnasium. In front of the large crowd of freshmen in which I sat, I saw all the teachers and authority figures that would one day become quite familiar in my brain. One instructor in particular caught my eye. He couldn't have been more than three feet tall, with tufts of white hair growing on the sides of his head, with a large bald spot in the middle. He also sported a bushy, white mustache. At the moment, he was climbing up on to a stool, so that he could see the new student body. His voice rang out through the speakers.
"ATTENTION, BRATS!" All conversations ceased. For such a tiny man, he could really yell!
"Welcome to Fairy Tail High School. Don't bother asking the teachers about why we are called Fairy Tail. They don't know. As I'm sure you know, this is one of the best private schools in all of Fiore, and as such, we expect you to take your education very, very seriously..."
I stopped listening. I'd heard it all before. To pass the time, I began looking around the room, finding interesting looking people, and making up backstories for them. See, I'm something of an amateur writer, and I read somewhere that this is good practice for when you're actually writing.
A flash of pink among the heads caught my eye. It was a boy, with bright pink hair, sitting in a row by himself.
"The lengths some people will go to just to get attention," I mused. If it was possible to "tsk" in one's head, that's what I was doing. I began making a backstory for the pink-haired boy. Perhaps he fell into a vat of toxic chemicals, and by some freak accident, he escaped with his life. By some miracle the doctors managed to get a full skin transplant, but his hair would forever be pink. He became psychologically scarred because he was literally living in someone else's skin, so he ran away from home, became a serial killer, and now he's masquerading as a freshman so he can murder more innocent people.
I shuddered, wondering where I got my twistedness from. My thoughts were interrupted by my childhood friend Levy quietly squealing.
"Lu-chan, I'm so excited! Can you believe it?"
"Levy-chan, what's gotten so energetic? More so than usual, I mean?"
Levy made a face. "Lu-chan, weren't you listening? Principle Makarov just said that there's a week-long field trip in the spring!"
"Ahhhh! That will be so much fun!"
Lucy continued talking to her friend in hushed voices. She had completely forgotten about the mysterious pink-haired boy she had seen earlier.