Yay! I'm finally back to the fan fiction stuff! This is my first attempt at a highschool fiction, but I decided to write one being that I had to go back to school. I started this on like on of the last days of summer vacation, and decided to kind of do it with the course of the school year, but I don't know how often I'll be able to update. I probably will only have time to update on weekends and such, being that tennis and school is taking up most of my time right now. Anyway, here's chapter one, and I hope you all enjoy! By the way, sorry if my formatting is hard to read, but it's not working for me to do it any other way, so...Sorry! Enjoy anyway!

Chapter 1: The Crash

"Okay Miss Yuna, take a left here," the stout man who was sitting in the passenger seat of

Yuna's new car said, and Yuna skillfully made the turn, smiling to herself. It was about time,

after all. She was seventeen, and the only one of her friends who didn't have their driver's

license. Not that she truly cared. The only reason she regretted not having it was because it kept

her from being able to ever drive anywhere, whether it was with her friends or her boyfriend.

Not only that, but she was finally ready to prove to her father that she was a big girl, and that she

could take care of herself.

She'd been sixteen and was the only one of her friends whose father wouldn't allow her

to take her test. It hadn't bothered her at the time; she had been terribly shy and unwilling to

grow up. Now she couldn't wait to leave her house, which would only be in one short year.

It was late August, and almost time for Yuna to begin her senior year at North Bevelle

Highschool.

"Okay, another left here," the man said, as he scrawled something on his clipboard,

"You're doing great. Just one more test and----."

SMASH! Without even knowing what had happened, Yuna had pulled out into an

intersection, and had smashed into a lovely yellow sport car.

"My car!" Yuna gasped.

"My!" the stout man just said angrily, and quickly scrawled something on his clipboard

again.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see that car coming," Yuna said, turning and facing her instructor,

"I'll go clear things up, and then we can just—."

"Sorry Miss, and you were doing so well to," the instructor said, "Here you are."

He ripped the sheet of paper off of his clipboard and handed it to Yuna. Written over all

of his other comments was one single word: FAILED.

"Wait a minute!" Yuna cried, following him out of the car, "It wasn't my fault!"

"It doesn't matter," the instructor just said, as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his

nose, "An accident is and accident, and it results in a failed test. Good luck getting everything

sorted out!"

"Your old man's just leavin' you like that?" Yuna heard a cocky sounding voice say as

her instructor stomped off. She was still too busy engulfed in the fact that she failed to even care

who it was she had hit, and whether or not he or she was okay.

Yuna turned around, and faced a young man, probably about her age, who was leaning

against the yellow sport car.

"You caused me to fail!" Yuna moaned, and pointed to her car, "And that was my brand

new car!"

"Whatever," the young man just said, brushing one of his blonde strands out of his eyes,

"You hit me. And you are the one who wrecked my new car."

By now people had begun to stare at the two, trying to catch glimpses of the wreck.

"I'll call the police," Yuna just said, sighing, "I guess we'll just have to report the

accident..."

"Oh no you don't," the young man said, snatching Yuna's cell phone out of her hand,

"My insurance goes up and my old man's gonna kill me. Obviously yours doesn't care too

much..."

"That wasn't my father!" Yuna cried, "That was my driving instructor! You ruined my

driving test! Now I'll never get my license!"

"Do you think I care? Apparently you don't care that I'm too late for my Blitz practice to

have time to wait for the cops anyway. So we just won't report it, 'kay?"

"That's not right!" Yuna said, "And give me my phone back!"

"Okay, but no reporting this, got it?"

He tossed Yuna her phone, who caught it, and then climbed into his wrecked car.

"Dang is it gonna be embarrassing to tell my teammates that some chick ruined my car."

"Hey! Wait!" Yuna cried, but it was too late. Just like that, as if nothing had happened,

the yellow car started off, and the cause of Yuna's crash sped off.

"Great," Yuna mumbled to herself as she climbed into her ruined car, "I fail my test, my

father's going to kill me, and I was too stupid to even take his name or license plate number!"

Driving home quickly, being that she was without a license, Yuna made her way into her

part of the city, which was where all of the richest people in Bevelle, no, all of Spira, lived.

Her father was a politician, and an incredibly rich on at that. Years ago he managed to

end a war that had been tearing Spira apart and killing many. Yuna had been young at that time,

but could still kind of remember it. The war was something that no one spoke of, nor thought of,

however. It was just something forgotten.

"FATHER!" Yuna yelled, as she stomped into the large entryway of her house, "I'm—."

she trailed as her cell phone began to ring.

"Hello?" Yuna answered, unaware for once who it was. She usually made a habit of

checking the number, just in case it was some lowly boy, like her next door neighbor, asking her

for a date.

"Hey Yunie!" Yuna's face lit into a smile as she recognized the voice of her cousin,

Rikku. Rikku and Yuna had recently been in a huge fight over Yuna's boyfriend, Gippal.

However, they finally worked things out, but Yuna was still sure that Rikku had some hard

feelings about her cousin, and one of her best friends, dating the guy she'd had a crush on

forever.

"Hey Rikku," Yuna replied, as she dropped into a chair right there in the entryway, "How

are you?"

"Okay," Rikku's high-pitched voice could be heard from anywhere in the entire room,

"How'd your test go! I'm so excited you'll finally be able to drive!"

Rikku was sixteen, a year younger than Yuna. Still, they were rather close. Even Rikku

could drive.

"Well..." Yuna trailed. No one else had failed their test, and if anyone could have passed

it, it would have been her. She was suddenly feeling incredibly embarrassed toward the fact that

she hadn't passed. Yet, it hadn't been her fault...

"I didn't pass," Yuna said slowly.

"What?" Rikku cried, "But you're the best there is! What did you fail on, your parallel

parking? What was it?"

"I crashed," Yuna replied sadly.

"What? Are you okay? How bad was it? What happened? Did you lose control? Did

you—."

"Some guy hit me," Yuna replied, "And then he wouldn't even let me call the police or

anything. So now I have a wrecked car, and—."

"Oh Yunie! Your new car! Who was that guy! If I ever get my hands on him..."

"Good luck," Yuna said, sighing, "It's a big city, you know. He could be anywhere. And

stupid me didn't even get his name or anything."

"I'll bet he knew who you were though," Rikku said, "I mean, your dad's like huge!"

"Actually, I don't think he did..." Yuna said, "I wonder if he's from the other side of town

or something...He said he played Blitzball."

"How old was he?" Rikku asked over the other line.

"I don't know, our age? I've never seen him in school though..."

"Ooh, I know, I'll ask Brother's friend Wakka! He plays Blitzball!"

"Weren't Wakka and Brother childhood friends? Do they even talk to each other

anymore?"

"No, but Wakka and me talk! Besides, he's captain of our school's Blitzball team! I'm

sure he knows a lot of Blitzers!"

"But Wakka graduated last year," Yuna reminded her cousin, "Remember?"

"Oh, right..." Rikku said slowly, "But I think he's coming back to coach some! We'll see

him around, I'm sure of it!"

"Okay, go ahead and ask him if you want..." Yuna just said slowly. As far as she cared,

she never wanted to see the Blitzer that her again as long as she lived.

"You should report the accident anyway," Rikku said, "He'll be in big trouble when the

cops find him!"

"Yeah, I guess," Yuna said, "But it's not really the fact that he hit me that is bugging me.

It's the fact that I failed. I've never failed at anything!"

"Just explain it to your dad," Rikku said, "I'm sure he'll...Try to understand..." Yuna

sighed. She knew that her dad and Rikku didn't exactly get along. After all, Rikku was Al Bhed,

a completely different religion than most citizens of Spira. Not only that, but her father, Cid, and

Yuna's father definitely didn't see eye-to-eye about anything.

Yuna's uncle Cid ran a mechanic shop near the center of the city, and was rather

successful, but in Yuna's father's eyes, being a mechanic wasn't considered "successful" even if

you had all the money in the world.

"My pops'll have your car fixed up for you in no time," Rikku then said, "And I can help

out too! Consider it an early birthday present or something."

"Thanks Rikku," Yuna said slowly, "But I doubt my father will ever let me out of the

house again, not to mention drive again. I can basically say goodbye to my car until I'm twenty

or even thirty."

"Yeah, I guess..." Rikku said, "But I'll have Brother stop over sometime tomorrow, okay?

He'll have your car fixed in a jiffy!"

"Okay, thanks," Yuna sighed, "Well, I haven't told my father about all of this yet, so I

better go."

"Okay, bye Yunie!" Rikku cried into the phone, and Yuna said her farewell also, and

turned the phone off.

Yuna stood up, and tried to straighten herself out the best she could, and nervously

soothing out a wrinkle in her skirt, made her way to her father's library.

She tapped a little on the door, and waited a while before her father's gruff voice said,

"Come in."

"Hello Father," Yuna said, coming in and shutting the door behind her. She knew how

nosy the maids were, and really didn't care to have them overhear their discussion.

"How'd it go?" Braska asked, not looking up from his paperwork.

"Okay..." Yuna said slowly, "I failed."

"You what?" Braska dropped his pen and looked up at Yuna, "You failed?"

"It's kind of a long story..." Yuna said softly.

"No daughter of mine better have failed," Braska said, but now sounded surprisingly

calm, "I'll just have to call the instructor."

"You're giving me another chance?" Yuna cried out excitedly as her eyes lit up.

"No," Braska said, "Why, so you can fail again? What happened, did you smash the

car?"

"Kind of..." Yuna answered.

Braska now picked up the phone, and before Yuna could say anything, or even ask what

was going on, began to dial a number.

"Hello, Bevelle School of Driving? Hi, this is Braska, Miss Yuna's father. I hear my

daughter," Braska scrunched his nose in disgust, "failed her test? Yeah...Uh-huh...Okay, if you

could just erase that, and pretend it never happened...Yeah, okay...Yes, thank you. Okay,

goodbye now..."

"It never happened," Braska said, hanging the phone up, "Are you hurt? You didn't call

to record the accident I hoped."

"But father!" Yuna cried, "You're supposed to!"

"Great," Braska sighed, "I'll have to tell them to forget that too." Braska reached for the

phone.

"Wait! I didn't record it," Yuna said.

"Good. Okay, I'm a little busy right now..."

"But, Father? That's all? You're just "erasing" all records of my test? That's all there is

to it?"

"Yes Yuna," Braska replied, as he turned back to his paper work, "Don't tell anyone you

failed, okay? Just lie and say you didn't take it."

"But I...Okay Father," Yuna replied, looking at the ground, "May I retake it sometime?"

"No, you may not. I'll see you at dinner." Then, with a flick of his wrist, he motioned for

Yuna to leave.

"Okay, goodbye Father," Yuna said, and walked silently out of the room, not exactly

believing what had happened.

Her phone began to ring again, and Yuna quickly picked it up, only to notice that it was

the number of her annoying next door neighbor. She answered it and said, "I'm not here!" and

then hung up, sighing to herself as she did so.

Then, dragging her feet, she made her way slowly up the stairs to her bedroom, wishing

that just once she could have a normal family, even if they spent all of their time arguing like

Rikku's...

She'd never questioned anything in her life. She just went to school, came home, studied.

Until last spring when Gippal asked her on a date and they officially became a couple. She didn't

care that much for Gippal, just enough to argue with Rikku about him, and just enough to go to

prom with him, and just enough to keep Seymour, her annoying neighbor away from her.

Now all she wanted was her own life, her own story...But if things continued on the way

they did, things wouldn't go nearly as smoothly as she hoped.

The last week of summer vacation...How she had dreamt of spending it with a road trip

with Rikku and some others. What fun would a road trip be if she couldn't even drive?

"Thanks a lot you blonde idiot," she said softly as she laid down in her bed and buried her

head into a pillow, "I finally earn the responsibility, and then you had to come and run into me!

Now I'll never be able to drive, and now my father will never trust me again..."

Finally, Yuna stood up with a sigh, and decided to prepare herself for dinner, even though

it was the last thing she was looking forward to.