Fate & Destiny
by sagacity
Chapter 1
The elegant trogons sang merrily on the treetop, composing a new song to welcome the coming of a new day. The early spring breeze was pleasantly brisk, bringing the symphony of nature to everywhere it blew. Leanne brushed a strand of her jet black hair from her face and strode along the corridor with a few books under her arms. She admired the calmness in which the peaceful surroundings had given her. No shouts. No laughter. Only the music from the birds. Although this was the peace which she had longed for, Leanne knew that she could not waste anymore time. It was a new semester, and she must settle herself down before homeroom starts.
"Good morning, Ms Leonhart," greeted a girl who was walking towards Leanne. Leanne struck her own forehead with her free hand. Oh no... not again. Immediately, a group of pupils gathered around Leanne as she entered the lobby of Balamb Garden.
"Ms Leonhart, let me help you with your books," said a stout-looking boy.
"I'll help you with your gunblade," cried another.
Leanne ignored the crowd, shuffling away from them in throttle speed. This phenomenon was indeed not surprising, it actually occurred everyday in Balamb Garden. Every single day in the life of Leanne Leonhart, she was surrounded by fame and support. You couldn't imagine just how annoyed Leanne was when she had to deal with the same situation every day without any improvement.
* * *
Sighing out loud, Leanne finally reached her classroom. She checked her wristwatch, 7:30... pretty early... she could not help smiling to herself as she chose a seat from the boundless classroom. Yes... boundless is the only adjective that can describe the classroom in Balamb Garden. It was spacious, even for a capacity of forty students. Leanne descended her textbooks onto the table next to her computer. Just as she was taking out a towel to mop her dusty desk, a voice from behind startled her.
"Ms Leonhart, I should do this for you," smiled a girl, cleaning Leanne's table with a piece of handkerchief. Leanne did not appear to appreciate a bit, as she shoved the girl's hand off her table and began to wipe the surface of her desk again. Although she did not even said a word, the message was clear--- Mind your own business.
* * *
Dex Kinneas swayed rhythmically as he listened to his MD player. He jogged this way and that when suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder. Dex lowered his earphones and he glanced up.
"What do ya want, Ross? I'm too busy to mess around with you now," Dex cried, waving off his friend.
"Stop pretending to be cool, dude. Look at those girls behind the benches. They are drooling over you now," muttered Ross Ellebe. He was ever so disturb when he saw all the dreamy faces of the girls. Maybe that's out of his envious of Dex's popularity. Despite that, Dex and Ross were best friends and they were known as the best partners-in-crime in the whole Garden.
"So what do you want?" Dex asked as he folded his arms. He stretched his legs and placed them on his table with a loud thump. Dex tilted his head towards Ross, apparently with an irritated look on his face. The girls squeezed themselves into cuddle, and gave a soft scream of admiration.
"Dex, enough of this," said Ross, "you see that thing over there?" Ross pointed at the tall, slim figure behind Dex.
"Leanne Leonhart, the daughter of the commander. So what's wrong?" asked Dex as he turned back to Ross.
Ross smirked.
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Author's notes: Sorry if this chapter is too short. Basically, for the first few chapters, the story will be as short as that, because I would like to introduce the main characters before I begin the main plot. Yes I've got a plot... well... yes... I think so at least. I must apologize if I make any grammatical mistakes, I would be grateful if you tell me that actually. You can do so by either reviewing my fic or sending me an email: [1]cs_smile@yahoo.com.hk
I hope you enjoy this fic as much as I do Pls review. I would like to have some feedback.
Thx.
References
1. mailto:cs_smile@yahoo.com.hk
by sagacity
Chapter 1
The elegant trogons sang merrily on the treetop, composing a new song to welcome the coming of a new day. The early spring breeze was pleasantly brisk, bringing the symphony of nature to everywhere it blew. Leanne brushed a strand of her jet black hair from her face and strode along the corridor with a few books under her arms. She admired the calmness in which the peaceful surroundings had given her. No shouts. No laughter. Only the music from the birds. Although this was the peace which she had longed for, Leanne knew that she could not waste anymore time. It was a new semester, and she must settle herself down before homeroom starts.
"Good morning, Ms Leonhart," greeted a girl who was walking towards Leanne. Leanne struck her own forehead with her free hand. Oh no... not again. Immediately, a group of pupils gathered around Leanne as she entered the lobby of Balamb Garden.
"Ms Leonhart, let me help you with your books," said a stout-looking boy.
"I'll help you with your gunblade," cried another.
Leanne ignored the crowd, shuffling away from them in throttle speed. This phenomenon was indeed not surprising, it actually occurred everyday in Balamb Garden. Every single day in the life of Leanne Leonhart, she was surrounded by fame and support. You couldn't imagine just how annoyed Leanne was when she had to deal with the same situation every day without any improvement.
* * *
Sighing out loud, Leanne finally reached her classroom. She checked her wristwatch, 7:30... pretty early... she could not help smiling to herself as she chose a seat from the boundless classroom. Yes... boundless is the only adjective that can describe the classroom in Balamb Garden. It was spacious, even for a capacity of forty students. Leanne descended her textbooks onto the table next to her computer. Just as she was taking out a towel to mop her dusty desk, a voice from behind startled her.
"Ms Leonhart, I should do this for you," smiled a girl, cleaning Leanne's table with a piece of handkerchief. Leanne did not appear to appreciate a bit, as she shoved the girl's hand off her table and began to wipe the surface of her desk again. Although she did not even said a word, the message was clear--- Mind your own business.
* * *
Dex Kinneas swayed rhythmically as he listened to his MD player. He jogged this way and that when suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder. Dex lowered his earphones and he glanced up.
"What do ya want, Ross? I'm too busy to mess around with you now," Dex cried, waving off his friend.
"Stop pretending to be cool, dude. Look at those girls behind the benches. They are drooling over you now," muttered Ross Ellebe. He was ever so disturb when he saw all the dreamy faces of the girls. Maybe that's out of his envious of Dex's popularity. Despite that, Dex and Ross were best friends and they were known as the best partners-in-crime in the whole Garden.
"So what do you want?" Dex asked as he folded his arms. He stretched his legs and placed them on his table with a loud thump. Dex tilted his head towards Ross, apparently with an irritated look on his face. The girls squeezed themselves into cuddle, and gave a soft scream of admiration.
"Dex, enough of this," said Ross, "you see that thing over there?" Ross pointed at the tall, slim figure behind Dex.
"Leanne Leonhart, the daughter of the commander. So what's wrong?" asked Dex as he turned back to Ross.
Ross smirked.
* * * * * * * * *
Author's notes: Sorry if this chapter is too short. Basically, for the first few chapters, the story will be as short as that, because I would like to introduce the main characters before I begin the main plot. Yes I've got a plot... well... yes... I think so at least. I must apologize if I make any grammatical mistakes, I would be grateful if you tell me that actually. You can do so by either reviewing my fic or sending me an email: [1]cs_smile@yahoo.com.hk
I hope you enjoy this fic as much as I do Pls review. I would like to have some feedback.
Thx.
References
1. mailto:cs_smile@yahoo.com.hk