The dim nights that were spent with Lucy crying by herself continued, and no one came to console her. Her tutor had not come back, he had called the land line a few times, only to meet the robotic voice of answering machine. About three nights passed and each and every night, she had the same dream, of her frolicing with her mother the estates 20 acres of gardens, surrounded by daisy, lilies, roses and poppies. Lucy's mother, holding her right hand, and Lucy using her left to hold her favorite doll, Michell, she had her favorite pink dress on, and her mother looked like an angel fallen from heaven, everything was right and perfect in her life, as it should be.

And then she would waken to the bright sun once again rising above the hills miles away from the estate. Declaring the start of a new day, and another day alone.

But Lucy did not rise with the sun. She stayed down. Unable to fall asleep she'd wait hours until the sun had at last set, so she could once more live within a dream.

On the fourth night since the incident, Lucy could not seem to will herself to close her eyes once more. Maybe it was her malnutritioned body telling her to get some food or some water, but she couldn't sleep. So instead, she escaped. She grabbed the money she was meant to pay the tutor with, a pair of ripped black skinny jeans, and vans before she hightailed it outta there, leaving on the rouge sweat hoodie she had been wearing for the last four days.

She then threaded through the darkness insearch of her bike. But the thing was, Lucy had no idea how to ride a bike in the first place. She had always had one, but never got the chance to use it. And when I say always had one I mean always. It's pink with white and purple tassels. It has training wheels. Pinky pie was on the front basket.

Lucy had clearly not anticipated how long it would take to ride across 60 acres of land, because after just 10 minutes of struggling to riding on her tryiclice, she gave up and just took a golf cart. She rode the golf cart for about an hour before finally reaching the bus stop. After waiting for the bus for what seemed like ages, the bus finally came and she boarded it, leaving the golf cart behind as she advanced on in her journey.

She had stayed on that bus for about an hour until she reach a city with bright lights, big towers, and loud people.

She was in utter shock. Lucy had been to the city before as a child, and a smaller somewhat suburban area near her house not too long ago to go to the library, but this was astounding.

Street lights lighting the night as people sang, talked, walked, even slept along the city's bustling streets. It was hot of course it was august, but for some reason it was a different type of hot. Like a thousand people's body heat pressing against you to envelop you in a strong yet pleasant hug you could not break free from.

As Lucy walked down the long city streets examining each and every crack on the side walk, the names sloppily spray painted on the was, the Mcdonalds bags and candy rappers that littered the streets, the occasional stray cat, she sucked it all in, savoring the beauty, before she saw it.

In a small bodega underneath an ageing brick apartment building with rusting, fragile looking fire escapes, was a magazine.

And above that magazine there was a poster. 'Mt st vermillion academy of language arts' it read, showing a picture of a enchanting white haired girl as her long wavy hair that flowed through the wind almost as if it beckoned you to touch it.

She picked it up the new, freshly printed magazine under the poster and opened it to reveal paragraphs and photos of the most beautiful people lucy had ever seen in all her years of existence. She started to read the interview segment of a boy with salmon hair, a devious smile, and what lucy was sure was the deepest, onyx eyes on the planet.

'Why do you love mt st vermillion?' was written in a gagid speech bubble pointing the opposite direction of the pink haired boy, meant to represent the interviewer talking.

'I love mt st vermillion beca-'

"Yo kid" said the man behind the deli counter, as he took a long drag of what seemed like a cigarette.

"This ain't a library you gotta buy that or ska-" Lucy slammed 20 dollars on the counter, grabbed a honey bun, and opened it to take a large, moist bight of it, while not putting down the magazine or looking away from it

"Aight wait a sec" the man reached under the counter to pull out the change he owed the blonde,

"Ok so that'll be-" he started, only to find she was gone.

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"Ay watch it!" screamed a rushed plump man with a red face as he hurled into lucy knocking her over, drowning her newly purchased magazine in a puddle of swampy water. Lucy would have been devastated, but she had already got all the info she wanted out of that magazine. The words of the pink haired boy echoed in her head, shaking her very essence.

'I love mt st vermillion because everyone in our school is nakama. We're all fairies of fairy tail, no matter of our past, future, or present. We protect each other, and grow together.'

'I want to be a fairy too'

Hey, its Honeyboon, AGAIN. with this chapter right hiea. Enjoy.