Note: Finally, the second chapter. This chapter introduces the quirky guidance counselor, Mirajane. Yes, she's going to be the guidance counselor, because she seems to really fit that role, haha. The first chapter kinda came out weird, so I hope this one is better. I'm fairly new to , but I'm learning my way! This story is more silly than serious, and it's just for personal fun. If you do like it, thank you very much! And if you don't, I don't blame you whatsoever. Seriously, it's not meant to be one of my more serious works, unlike The Sword or something like that.

SPINACH

"Mhm, and how did that make you feel?"

"What?"

"I asked how it made you feel."

"I was talking about what I had for lunch yesterday…"

"Right, right. Is your defiance towards authority an issue in your household?"

"What are you even talking about?"

My very first session with the guidance counselor, Ms. Strauss, made me wish it was my last. She was obviously not cut out for the job, as she basically read out common therapist questions. It made me wonder how she even got a degree or a job here, and my question was soon answered when I saw a framed picture of her and the principal at a Christmas party. Or maybe it was a Halloween party? Whatever the case was, Ms. Strauss as quick to notice my interest in the photograph.

"Oh, yeah the principal and me are good friends."
"The principal and I."

"The principal and you what?"

"No, no. You just said the sentence wrong. It's the principal and I are good friends, not the principal and me."

"Oh my, I didn't realize I had gotten my degree wrong. Oh dear, how will I survive knowing that I, Mirajane Strauss, the prodigy of the English language, had gotten a degree in social psychology instead of English?"

"Sucks to suck I guess."

I could barely believe this was happening to me. The woman before me was obviously not the teaching or guiding type. She was more cut out to be a model, with her beautiful white hair and sweet blue eyes. I wasn't the least bit surprised her and Lisanna were siblings, but that went down the drain when Ms. Strauss showed the personality was certainly not genetic. While Ms. Strauss was sweet, she had a real bite to her that Lisanna lacked. She was also a bit of an airhead.

"So let's talk about your, ahem, suicide attempt."

"Wait, why would you say it like that? Not that I actually attempted suicide, but it's that a bit blunt?"

"Oh my, marijuana too? We're going to be here awhile."

"I never even-you know what, nevermind. Look, Ms. Strauss, I'm not even supposed to be here, okay? I told you what happened, it was all an accident. It just looked wrong."

"Just an accident, huh? That's what one of my ex-boyfriends told me, before he turned gay for another of my ex-boyfriends."

"…"

"Anyway, Ms. Heartfilia, let me explain something. Your father, Mr. Jude, has funded this school for longer than any of us teachers could remember. Meaning that, since you are his daughter, you must get the absolute best treatment our school has to offer. And this is where I come in. I am the guidance counselor, therefore I will guide you towards a brighter and better future."

"So, uh, which pamphlet did you get that one from?"

"I'm going to ignore that and continue. Like I said, your father is very influential in our school district, and in return, we offer our services to him and his family. Meaning you. Actually, only you."

As much as I hated to admit it, she wasn't wrong. My dad was in fact extremely influential in my school. Which is why, regardless of my actual academic skill, I was always on honor roll and my teachers went from Honda's to Lexus' the same week. And that's also why the "hottest" boy in school, after the suicide comment, turned bright red and scrambled away once he realized my other reputation as the freaky rich girl. It strung, sure, because that was the only time he was ever going to talk to me, that's for sure.

Our house wasn't extraordinarily big after we moved, to get away from my mother's memories that haunted our old houses' halls. But moving in the middle of 8th grade, a year after my mother's death, caused huge chances in me. I was once the poised, snobby rich girl that everyone already deemed me to be. And now I am a freaky, snobby rich girl. Once I moved from the private, tuition that cost more than college school and into a public school is when things turned for the worse, because I was soon surrounded by friends. When they realized I was too weird and too depressed to use as a human credit card, they scrambled away just like the hot boy did, like when the light turns off and the moths aren't attracted to bright bulbs anymore.

"You're thinking awfully hard, what's on your mind?" Mira asked, for the first time actually sounded concerned. I knew she didn't buy the attempted suicide thing, and simply just wanted time to kill or wanted to look busy. Whatever it was, she obviously didn't take this seriously, until now.

"Nothing, just thinking. Class starts soon, right? Maybe I should go."

"Remember, every fifth period-"

"I come straight here. Got it."

The awkward silence drove me straight to the door without saying goodbye. I was almost at the door when Mira's voice suddenly stopped me.

"By the way, there's some spinach on your teeth. It's gross. Have a great day!"

My classes were every bit as hellish as ever. I was blessed with the luck of a free period in the morning, only to be followed by Calculus (who would torture a person with Calculus? Why? Why?). The teacher seemed to believe that we should know everything about Calculus ever, because she gladly handed us a practice quiz…on our first day of school. It's not graded, she reminded us. I imaged her going home and rubbing her hands together while fire surrounded her and horns grew out of her head. She'd have a red pen in her hand, but the ink isn't just ink, nooooo, it's the blood of the poor children who failed her classes the past years. She'd cackle evilly as she crossed out our wrong answers.

My thoughts were quickly diverted when I heard a cheerful, "Hey Lu!"

I was soon grazed with the presence of my two friends, Levy and Lisanna. Levy already had two Literature books the size of her head pilled on top of her arms, and Lisanna had a packet that I suspected had to do with the school charity clubs. I was a bit disappointed once I realized that lunch might be the only time we'd get to see each other. We, of course, skipped past the lunch food and went straight to the tables.

"Hey guys, what's up?" I said, as we all filled into a lunch table together, that was big enough to fit five people.

"Nothing much, I'm so excited that classes are now starting! I get to see…him again," Levy whispered the word 'him' as one would say the name of a dead person.

"Who?" Lisanna asked ever so sweetly, as if Levy hadn't told us time and time again about her crush. Crush being used extremely loosely of course.

"DMX! Y'know, the guy I thought was so hot since middle school?" Levy flailed her arms dramatically, successfully knocking down my bottle of water with no remorse. It was so innocent.

The name DMX had started when I first came to Magnolia High. I met Levy within ten minutes, and she confided in me that the guy in my Wood class was her crush after two days of knowing each other. I never got his name, because the teacher seemed to just skip over him when checking our work. Whether it was because Levy's crush was really good at Wood or because he looked like a serial killer, I wasn't sure. So instead of getting his name, I (bravely) stole his iPod and saw that all he had…was DMX. No seriously. That was it. No Fall Out Boy, no hardcore rap…just DMX. A silent tear rolled down my eye when I put it back once I thought of Levy.

"Oh yes, the one with terrible taste in music? Seriously, I cried. A tear came out, Levy. TEARS." I could almost feel the sadness sweeping over me again.

"Oh, stop being so dramatic, Lu! So what if he likes DMX? It's fine. He's still hot," Levy said, while Lisanna just simply watched our banter in amusement. The other tables began filling up, and I knew eventually the hot boy, Natsu Dragneel, would show up.

"I'm not being dramatic, he is. Yes, DMX is cool…but only DMX? Who does that? I risked my life to steal his iPod after Wood class, to only see he likes DMX? What type of shit is that?"

"Lu, you can't talk. All you listen to is Lana Del Rey, and may I add that you even listen to her when you attempt suicide? If anything, you're a lot weirder than he is."

Oh hell no. She didn't just bring up the one most humiliating moment of my entire life. Besides the one time I burst into tears in the middle of Math class when the girl next to me gossiped about my mom to her friend.

"First, we've talked about this. My dad was just in the wrong moment, okay? And second, you said you wouldn't bring it up! You swore on our Magic Mike DVD! And third, never speak ill of Lana Del Rey, ever again."

"Ok, you're right, we won't talk about the suicide thing…but what about the letter you got, Lu? Do you know who sent it?"

A spark of anger poked my stomach. "No, Levy, I do not. I have no idea why someone would waste their time, energy, and paper sending me something so fucking stupid. Okay so I only have two friends, I'm anti-social, and kinda hate everything? So what? Can't I get some slack? It's like another slap in the face after mom died."

"Yeah, you're right," said Levy, frowning. "Let's just talk about something else then."

At this moment, Lisanna decided to speak up. "So Lucy, why is Natsu staring at you?"

What.

Of course, I dumbly decided to look up, and he was in fact staring at me. Not the Edward Cullen stares at Bella kind of way. No, the kind of way that you stare at a dead frog before you dissect it. It was hard to find him between the crowd of people he gathered, but his mega-watt smile and pink hair where unmistakable. My self-esteem took a blow when we made eye contact and he turned to his friend to whisper something and they both laughed.

"Wow, he was staring at you Lu. I mean, it makes sense. You are really pretty!" Aw. "But you have like, the dullest personality." Bitch.

Lisanna giggled and spoke before I could verbally abuse Levy. "C'mon, Levy. Lucy's gorgeous, and so is her personality. To be honest, I'm surprised she hasn't gotten a boyfriend yet."

At this, Levy nodded along seriously, before turning back to Natsu and his friends, who were now openly laughing at something and looking ridiculously hot while doing it.

"Come to think of it, you were friends with them, right Lisanna?"

Lisanna's smile turned dark. "Sure I was, Lucy. But that's over now. I have you guys, and that's enough!"

Levy and I both shared a look of uncomfortable concern.

"By the way, Lucy, what's that on your teeth? Spinach?"

The end of the day couldn't come fast enough. I was cursed with having one class with Natsu Dragneel, which happened to be the same class two of his friends were in. Gray Fullbuster and Erza Scarlet. According to Lisanna, Natsu and Gray never truly got along, and Erza was sort of their unofficial referee. With fists. Did I mention that this class was a creative writing class?

And even more so, our first day assignment was to write about a traumatic experience, all in third person. Well, this is going to suck.

End note: There you have it, chapter two. There isn't that much Nalu yet, and I apologize. Also, the letter hasn't been spoken much of, and that is for a reason. I assure you, it will become very important. And like I said, this doesn't follow the Awkward storyline, so the person who wrote the letter is going to be someone different, as Lucy's mom dies in this story, unlike Awkward. Since this is loosely based on Awkward, I should have a character list, so here it is:

Lucy Heartfilia-Jenna Hamilton

Natsu Dragneel-Matty McKibben (kinda)

Levy McGarden-Tamara

Ming Huang-Lisanna (again, kinda. Just for the friend content)

Sadie Saxton-Erza Scarlet (way less bitchy though)

Gray Fullbuster-Jake Roseti

Mirajane Strauss-Valerie Marks

Juvia Lockser-Lissa

You don't have to watch the show to understand what's going on, but for those who do, this is a bit of a reference. There might be other ships as well, but I'm working on those as the story goes along. Might be the generic Nalu, Gajevy, Gruvia, but I like to spice things up. Thank you for reading!