song rec: Nyan Cat (Original)

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Entry #3:

Of First Days

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Part II

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Still Monday, September 9th.

Dear Diary—ehem, Journal,

Okay, I'm back. Finally.

Turns out those YA books were right. It wasn't the janitor trying to break in, but a couple of juniors who were all over each other. It was gross. Like, I had to cover my eyes and plug my nose so as to not hack all over them.

Anyways, right now I'm in second period AP English Literature. Even though it's the first day, we already have class work. So I have about thirty minutes to complete a three-hundred word short story about any topic I wish.

But I love writing and had already prepared for assignments like these. I've written more stories than I can count—and most of them are stored on my laptop, which I happened to bring with me today. So I just used the school's free wi-fi to email a three-hundred-and-fifty word story I wrote last month to the teacher's email address (which is displayed on the chalkboard). On a side note, in case you were wondering (who am I talking to?), the story is about a girl who slowly disappeared into the sky.

Anyways, since I have thirty minutes of free time I decided that I should finish writing what happened earlier today. Where did I end off at? Oh, that's right. With the talking cartoon cats. Yeah.

Talking cats.

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"Hello, class," the blue cat said.

Oh my Mavis I'm going to faint. Cat's can't talk. No, no, no. It's physically impossible! Science doesn't lie.

I was brought back to the present when the white cat started to speak. "I know it's strange that we can talk, and we look different compared to the average cat. Later on, perhaps, we'll explain. Anyhow, I am Professor Carla, and this idiot of a tomcat here is 'Professor' Happy," she (or what I assumed is a she) said, spitting the last few words out icily.

Why wasn't anyone else freaking out?! I'm an otaku for crying out loud, and even I think this is strange!

The blue cat pouted at this. (Cat's can't pout! This isn't right! What is going on he—?!) "But Carla," he whined. (WHINED?!) "I am too a professor! My fortune cookie said so!"

FORTUNE COOKIE?! WHAT IS THIS WORLD CO—oh, wait, never mind.

The white cat—err, Professor Carla, huffed. (HUFFED?!) (Okay I've really got to stop writing in capitals; it hurts my hand...) "Like I said. Idiot tomcat."

Professor Happy turned and sobbed in a corner with a fish in his mouth. (A FISH?!) (...Okay, I promise I'll stop.)

I might as well just start screeching, "WOW!" in a high-pitched voice. It's not like things could get any weirder.

Just then the classroom door burst open. Similar to when when I had come in, everyone turned to stare at the five newcomers. I had to actually catch my jaw before it crashed to the ground. They were gorgeous. All of them had an aura surrounding them that seemed to just scream, "popular!" and "fun!" and "awesome!"

The first person to walk in, a girl, was short and petite with straight light blue hair. She was holding a romance novel—"In This Moment" by one of my favorite novelists—and I could tell that she was a bookworm, much like myself. Speaking of books, I really need to find the library around here. While I have pretty much every book imaginable back at the mansion—ah, house, I'd like to see their selection. Preferably the romance genre. (Do public school libraries even have romance sections...?)

The second was a guy. A very, very hot one at that. Uhh, anyways... He was tall, especially compared to the blue-haired girl, and had spiky white-blond hair. Even from all the way in the back row I could see how well-sculpted he was. His biceps looked so yummy that I almost started drooling—okay, I really need to stop thinking like this! Gosh, I'm such a pervert. (I think now would be a good time to insert that aforementioned "WOW!")

The third was yet another guy, although this one didn't have muscles quite as defined as the blond did. He had messy orange hair that was styled into what I assumed was supposed to look like cat ears. It was really cute, actually, but I could tell just by looking at him that he was a playboy. Or perhaps it was the fact he had his arms wrapped around the last two remaining girls.

The girl on his left was smiling shyly and had an endearing blush on her face. Her hair was shoulder-length and dyed a soft pink that reminded me of Natsu's (somewhere in the back of my mind I hoped I would see him at some point during the day). She was so gosh darn cute that I wanted to just curl up in a ball and squeal. She reminded me of a big, pink, fluffy stuffed animal. (I know. First I was thinking creepy thoughts about guys and now I was thinking creepy thoughts about girls...)

The girl on his right, though, really caught my attention. She had chin-length, white-as-snow hair and eyes that were such a vibrant blue that I could see them from here. She had a scowl on her face, but I could easily tell that she was keeping herself from laughing. She was so pretty that I almost felt jealous—almost. Maybe. There was just something about her that I couldn't pinpoint. It was a feeling... like I was supposed to befriend her, or something.

Nah. What was I thinking? I could never befriend her. I can't even talk to anyone without sounding like I have a cold and the fact that she is obviously out of my league. She's probably the most popular girl in school. Well, maybe not yet anyway, considering it's only the first day of the first year of high school. But I bet she was extremely popular in middle school. Yes. I could see that.

And then something that shocked me out of my skin happened.

She. Looked. Right. At. Me.

Our. Eyes. Locked.

She. Smiled.

At. Me.

Me.

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...What?

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

Just then the bell rang, and she looked away. Or maybe I looked away. I honestly didn't know.

"Alright, class," said Professor Carla, "pick a seat and we'll take attendance in a few moments."

I watched as the gorgeous white-haired girl turned in my direction, smiled, and walked towards me.

And then she sat. Right. Next. To. Me.

I think I was hyperventilating. Why was she sitting next to me? Was she here to make fun of me? Please, don't let her be like them.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

"Hello," she said whilst sticking out her right, pale hand. Her skin was like porcelain. "My name is Lisanna Strauss. My sister, brother and I moved here last spring." And to top it all off she seemed nice and inclusive.

I stared at her hand. Should I shake it? Would that be weird? Well, she was the one offering it to me, so…

I took her hand in my own shaking, sweaty one. To my surprise she didn't yank her hand away in disgust, instead only smiling even wider. "What's your name?" she asked, her voice sweet and gentle.

I quaked in my chair. Stop it, Lucy! Stop being so stupid. Stop being so shy. Stop being so uncool. Stop being so scared of people. I refuse to believe that everyone in the world is bad. So either say something or... or ban yourself from watching and reading all anime and manga!

NO! My life would be over if I did that. Yeah, I'm totes (I can't pull that off, can I? Didn't think so) super lame. Lamer than a... lemur. Hahaha. No. Just no.

I really need to chill.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

"I-I... M-my name i-is..." Gulp. C'mon, Lucy. This is just becoming painful to watch. Especially to hear. Do you hear your voice? How weak and scared you sound? For the love of mustaches, pull yourself together! "L-Lucy. My n-name is Luc-y." Why can't you say your own name without the stutter? SERIOUSLY? I wanted to curl up and die.

She giggled. It wasn't a mean, mocking giggle though. It was like she was laughing because... because it was funny. Or something.

The situation, once again, reminded me of Natsu. My first... sort-of friend? I didn't know if I should officially call him that. We'd only met once, after all.

Lisanna's kind voice brought me back to reality. "You're so cute, Lucy," she giggled. "Can I call you Lucy-nyan? I feel like you would look adorable with cat ears." I nearly fell over in my chair. Looks like this Lisanna girl could be a little strange, too. I liked her already.

I really liked her.

And she watches anime! Or maybe she just really likes Nyan Cat. Either way I couldn't believe that someone like her would, but I was starting to discover that perhaps everyone isn't exactly how they appear to be.

I felt my lips twitch upwards and my face explode with a blush. I looked down at my lap, my fingers tangling together nervously. I glanced back up at her curious gaze and her hopeful expression. She was so nice. I had expected her to be—well, like them. Maybe it was because she radiates with beauty and that fun, cool girl aura that most popular girls have.

"U-um..." I trembled. I didn't really know if I should say it, but I decided to anyway. Because at some point I'm going to have to start talking. I really didn't want her to sit there without an answer. And I really didn't want her to feel embarrassed for asking it, either. I liked that she asked me. I'd never had a nickname before, other than Lucy-bucy. "I-I... I suppose y-you could. B-but only i-if I, um... get to call you L-Lisanna-nya-n...?"

Oh my Mavis was that too much? Maybe it was. Because her smile slipped and she looked at me wide-eyed.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

But, thankfully, after a moment the look passed and her face lit up with a smile so bright it was almost blinding. "Yes! I would like that, Lucy-nyan."

As I was about to open my mouth to reply, a loud shout from a few rows ahead startled me so badly that I nearly peed my pants. "Yo, Lis!"

Lisanna turned toward the source, which so happened to be the blond-haired hunk—ah, guy she came in with earlier. She stuck her tongue out at him. "What, Eucliffe?" She puckered her lips as though she were annoyed, but just like earlier when she was with the orange-haired hunk—uhh—I could see the playful glint in her eyes that obviously suggested she was anything but agitated.

The blond—Eucliffe? I think that's his last name, but I didn't have anything else to refer him by other than "blond-haired hunk." Anyways, Eucliffe smirked and his eyes shifted over to me, running over what little of my body he could see. Especially my breasts. It made a shiver go down my spine—whether it was a good or a bad one, I wasn't sure.

"Who's your pretty friend there?" He gestured with his head to me.

I wanted to hide my face. Or my entire body. In a janitor's closet. Yeah, that's where I'll go before first period. I'll hide in there for the rest of my life. Well, until everyone in the school is gone and Ms. Supetto can pick me up without anyone seeing me. Yeah. That sounded like a good plan.

"This is Lucy-nyan," Lisanna said, smiling widely and winking at me. EEEEK! I know I agreed to let her call me Lucy-nyan, but I hadn't counted on her calling me that in front of other people! This is so embarrassing... "I just met her a few minutes ago. Yes, she is really pretty and cute. But you can't have her," she huffed, "because you'll just break her pure heart."

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

Were there really this many kind people in the world? First Natsu, and then Erza, and now Lisanna. All of them have been so kind to me after not even meeting me five minutes before. It was all the more strange to me, as I've always had this vision of the world. Nearly everyone I've ever met before have been awful and flat-out mean—that is until the other day.

And did she just call me pretty, cute and pure? I found it incredibly hard to believe she thought those things about me. But I have to have faith in people, I told myself. Trust her.

And was it bad that I was so happy in that moment? Even if she was just joking?

"Lucy-nyan." Lisanna's voice brought me back to the present once again. Geez, I really need to stop spacing out. Lisanna's eyes seeked out mine, and I struggled greatly to look her in the eyes. I'm not exactly big on eye-contact. I settled for staring at her nose. It was perfect for her face—almost as if she had gotten a nose job, but I got the distinct feeling she wasn't the type. Okay, Lucy, quit thinking about how perfect her nose is and try actually focusing on what she was saying.

"I know I only just met you, Lucy-nyan," she said, looking away for a moment before smiling at me. Gosh, this girl smiles a lot. "But I can feel something coming from you... like perhaps we are meant to be friends?"

She felt it too? I guess I'm really not going insane... (Smiles creepily. Inwardly, of course.)

"It's only been all of ten minutes and I guess I just have this really good feeling about you. That you're a good person, and like I just said: that you have a pure heart. I know it's crazy. I know you probably think I'm crazy. But—"

Without really thinking about it, I interrupted. I am so rude oh my gosh. "N-no! I-I don't think you're crazy... I-I feel the same, a-actually. Um... thank you for even t-talking to me in the f-first place a-and especially for, um, being s-so nice..."

Before she could answer me, the blond-haired hunk—err, Eucliffe cut in. "Ooh, are you switching teams, Lis? That'd be so hot."

"I second that," cut in the orange-haired hunk.

Lisanna's nose wrinkled and she glared playfully at the two. "Quit being pervs. I have nothing against lesbian relationships, thank you very much, but I think I'm only into guys. Unless we're talking about Jenny Realight." She winked, and I swear that the orange-haired guy got a nosebleed.

"I-I love Jenny Realight," I said found myself saying as I picked nervously at the hem of my shirt.

Jenny Realight is a FairyTube music sensation. I've been following her work since before she became really well-known last year.

Lisanna lit up like a Christmas tree. I wanted to laugh, but didn't have the heart to. She's just so sweet and kind and I don't think I can handle this. I can't handle this many people. It's all so foreign to me and I'm so awkward around people. Ever since my mom died, and then everything that happened at the Leadership Academy…

"Really?!" Lisanna squealed. "Jenny is amazing. Her new song 'Real or Fake, Give or Take' is like my life motto."

I smiled shyly, nodding my head in agreement.

"Okay, okay, quiet down everyone," the white cat, Professor Carla, spoke up once again. Oh my Mavis I'm never going to get used to this. CAT'S CAN'T TALK. "It's time to take attendance and then afterwards we'll listen to some announcements, pledge the allegiance, take a short break, and then you'll all head to your first period classes."

"Ooh, ooh, Carla!" the blue cat, Professor Happy, pleaded, "Can I do the attendance? Please?"

Professor Carla huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Whatever, tomcat. But do it right! No goofing off."

"Aye, sir!" Professor Happy cheered. He plucked the clipboard off of the desk he was standing on and awkwardly held the pen with one of his paws. "Cana Alberona?"

A girl in the front row with long, pretty auburn hair lifted up a lazy hand. "Here," she groaned.

"Natsu Dragneel," Professor Carla called next, and I felt the air leave my lungs. Natsu is in this homeroom? I didn't see a head of short, untamed pink hair anywhere in the room, which could only mean—

"Natsu got sick last night," whined Professor Happy to Professor Carla. "He hardly ever gets sick. And he was so looking forward to his first day, too."

Professor Carla shrugged and shook her head in disappointment as Professor Happy marked something off on the clipboard, and then she read the next name listed. "Sting Eucliffe."

The blond-haired hunk—urg!—stood up with some sort of, I don't know, swagger? "Here," he said coolly before taking his seat again.

So his name is Sting, eh? Kind of strange, but I'd be lying if I said it didn't suit him.

Professor Happy hummed. "Carla, how do you think you say this?"

Professor Carla grumbled something and Professor Happy nodded, repeating, "Jellal Fernandes."

A guy with cobalt-blue hair with, from what I could see from here, some sort of tattoo—or perhaps a birthmark, considering he didn't look old enough for tattoos—around his right eye rose his hand to signal he was there, but didn't say anything.

"Gray Fullbuster."

Two rows in front of me a guy with blue-black hair rose two fingers. "Here," he said idly. Did I mention he wasn't wearing a shirt? I could only see his back, considering he was in front of me, but that is a nice back. I could see the muscles from here and how strong and chiseled his shoulders are.

Perverted Lucy is back, people. ...WOW! (This is a cry for help!)

It suddenly occurred to me that the cat was announcing last names. No, no, no, no! I can't let anyone figure out my last name! Heartfilia Railroads is a huge company and if people even heard my last name they'd immediately know that I'm loaded. I don't want people to know I'm loaded. When people know you're loaded they treat you differently—and I can't have that. Not after the last time…

"Lucy He—"

"Here!" I screeched. It felt like everyone was staring at me now. Mavis, have mercy! Mercy!

Professor Happy tilted his head at me, but continued. "Weirdo." I had the sudden urge to strangle him. "Anyways... Aries Lamb."

The adorable pink-haired girl from earlier trembled visibly in her seat, raising a shaking hand. "H-here... I'm sorry!" She buried her face in her hands and practically hid under the desk.

At least I'm not the only shy one around here. That made me feel a little bit better.

"Loke Leo."

This time the orange-haired hunk—stop it or I'll kill you! Er... myself?—rose his hand swiftly, before blowing a kiss that oddly made my insides tingle. "I'm here, ladies," he said huskily. A few girls squealed while others rolled their eyes. Even some of the guys huffed and averted their gaze. Any suspicions of Loke being a playboy before were definitely confirmed now.

"Juvia Lockser."

The girl directly in front of me rose her hand. She had really, really shiny blue hair that reminded me of the ocean. It was only now that I realized the gloomy aura that surrounded her. Depression practically rolled off of her in waves. It made me feel sad, and I was really curious as to why she was so sad too. Not that I'd be able to ask her, though, because it looks as if I can't talk to anyone unless they talk to me first—and I could barely do it then.

"Levy McGarden."

The blue-haired girl that had come in with Lisanna rose her hand, but her eyes were glued to the book in her hand. I couldn't blame her—that book was mysterious and when I read it last year I couldn't stop until the very end. Plus the fact that it had quite a few... steamy scenes.

"Laki Olietta."

A pretty, albeit nerdy-looking girl with flowing lavender-colored hair glanced up from what looked to be a textbook, adjusting her glasses and calling cheerfully, "Here!"

"Erza Scarlet."

Erza! Where was she, anyway? I hadn't seen her since she told me we were going to be expelled. (Was that even actually true?! I'd have to ask her later.) "Here, Professor Happy, sir." I nearly jumped out of my skin. She was on the other side of Lisanna, standing up with perfect posture. This girl was really big on manners, wasn't she? She still scares me, though... But I'm very grateful for her help earlier, too, don't get me wrong! I'll always be grateful.

"Lisanna Strauss."

Lisanna giggled beside me, stood up, and bowed politely. "Here," she said breezily before plopping into her seat again. How could she be so... bright? I got the feeling that she was always like this. How was it even possible for someone to always be as happy as she appeared to be?

"Rylee Trace."

"Right here," said an alluring voice that was fairly close to me. I turned to my left—and did a double take. Or two.

The girl beside me was the very definition of "drop-dead gorgeous." She had waist-length hair, a shade of Russian violet, straightened to perfection. Her eyes were intimidating, being a dark cyber-yellow, and reminded me of a werewolf. Her skin was tan and seemed to glow beneath the lighting, and she had a heart-shaped face. To top it all off she was tall; like, supermodel tall. Do you know how tall most supermodels are? Yeah, really tall and they have nice legs, too—

Quit the creepy talk, Lucy. You sound like a supermodel stalker. Or something. ...WOW! (I'm too lazy to even beg for help right now. I'll just ask Ms. Supetto to drive me to that mental hospital we passed on the drive over here...)

"Ryker Trace."

Holy mother of everything that is hot. Th-this guy... now he, he was the very definition of "hot as hell." I don't even care if I sound like a pervert right now—he was undeniably sexy. Strangely enough though he looked exactly like the girl beside me, other than the unshaven stubble and muscles so lean and defined that I could just stare at them for hours on end and never get bored of them.

What is up with the people at this school? Why is every one of them so good-looking? They're just as, if not more, hotter than hot anime characters. I didn't even know that was possible. This must be fangirl heaven... The only thing that's missing is the fanservice.

"Alright, class," Professor Carla spoke up, interrupting my very vivid daydream of real life hot people doing school-worthy things with hot anime characters.

We then listened to some rather boring announcements, mainly just "hello"s and "welcome"s before pledging the allegiance, and then Professor Happy told us we were free to do whatever we like for ten minutes or so before heading to first period.

I spared the first minute to tell Lisanna and Erza that I had to put some stuff in my locker (that conversation went a little something like this: "W-well, I, um, h-have to g-go... b-bye!") and then ran a fast as I could (more like walked briskly because I really didn't want to get busted by the hall monitor, if there even was one) to the janitor's closet, where I would remain for the rest of said ten minutes, and slammed the door shut behind me.

This was going to be a looong day.

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Well, it looks like my thirty minutes are up. So that's how my day has been so far. Lunch is after next period, so after I eat I'll write some more—that is if anything even happens in that time.

Goodbye for now, diary—ehem, journal. Looks like I'm already getting used to writing in you... ugh.

Feeling overwhelmed,

Lucy

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A/N: for all you lisanna haters out there—lisanna is a wonderful person! i'm tired of people making her into some witch bitch when in fact she is one of the nicest people in ft and has a rather weird side xD i really like her, so to any lisanna haters out there, i'm sorry, but if you can't handle lisanna as a good guy... then get the hell outta here. :p

also, sorry for the extreme crack in this chapter. i was in a weird mood when i wrote it.

anyways, thank you so much for all of your support thus far! you have no idea how much it means to me.

~CeeCee~