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Dear Journal,
The first day of school was fine, I guess.
And the entrance ceremony wasn't too bad.
It wasn't totally boring. So overall, it was fine.
Except for the part where I was sitting next to this sick guy.
He kept on sneezing into his hand, and wiping his boogers onto his uniform sleeve.
At one point, he leaned towards me, and asked me for a tissue.
I'm sorry, but I don't carry a box of Kleenex with me everywhere I go.
And I was WAY, WAY occupied trying to get away from his running snot to answer him properly.
They way I'm writing this, it seems as if nothing happened much, but a LOT did happen.
My first class is English.
And for the first day of school, the teacher decided to read a short story right off the bat.
Right?
So, after we read the two pager, she tells us that she's going to put us into groups of two so that we can do an assignment she has planned ("Oh joy!").
So, she tells me that I'm going to pair me up with Cana Alberona, and then she gives me this real sympathetic look. Like she's telling me she's sorry.
I don't know why she's reacting like this until I actually meet up with my partner.
First off, Cana's pretty. She has long, dark brown hair that falls in waves, and she has sparkling eyes that are veiled by long, dark eyelashes.
She's also got a LOT of…chest.
And the second thing I notice, she's wearing her shirt with the top few buttons unbuttoned, revealing a huge amount of cleavage, and a VERY short skirt.
I blink, not wanting to say anything dumb.
"So," she scowls at me, "Are you going to do all the work for me?"
Hell no! I want to yell.
I want to.
But her penetrating, beautiful eyes are giving me the scariest death glare I've ever seen in my whole, entire fifteen years of life.
And I kind of want to live on longer.
So I say yes.
And then she freaking growls at me!
"No, you aren't. I'm not dumb you know! I'll do some of the work myself!"
Well, she SHOULD have said so right from the bat! Instead of scaring half of my life out of me!
Then, she commits herself to staring at my face for half an hour.
Finally, I gain enough courage to ask, "W-what?"
"You remind me of Levy McGarden," she says at last. "You know her?"
I shake my head no. I BARELY know anyone.
"She's this bookworm who I've been best friends with for years. She's sort of a nerd."
So was she indirectly calling me a nerd? That was nice.
Except I was different from the kind of nerd she was thinking about, most likely.
I didn't talk on and on about the latest book by whoever-the-famous-author nowadays is, and I didn't even rave about how math is SO awesome.
One word: anime. That's my entire life wrapped up into three syllables.
When I was little, I didn't want to be a princess.
I wanted to be a Pokemon Trainer just like Ash Ketchum! (By the way, Catch 'em, Ketchum,OoO)
And the biggest question in my life wasn't: should I wear my pink tutu or my pink skirt tomorrow?
It was: Why doesn't Brock from Pokemon open his eyes? How does he NOT bump into things?!
I'm still wondering about that to this day, by the way.
But instead of mentioning all of this to Cana, I blink and say, "O-oh."
She snickers and starts working on her questions.
I thought I had totally bombed my first shot at friendship. But she continued to talk to me.
"What do you think about Zekua Melon? He's Levy's favorite author."
"H-he's a g-good a-a-a-author."
"Are you scared of me?"
Uh, yes. You make me want to pee in my…skirt. You see, this is why I wear PANTS most of the time.
"N-n-n-n-n-no."
She looks skeptical. "Riiiiiiight."
She leans into me again. I can smell alcohol on her breath.
"D-d-d-do y-y-y-you d-drink?"
She glares at me, and puts a finger to her lips. "Nah."
Riiiiight. OBVIOUS LIE!
But anyways, we finished our assignment without complications….except for the occasional scary cuss word from Cana.
I thought that was the end of Cana and me.
I was SOOOO wrong.
At lunch, I wandered in with my tray full of…I don't even know WHAT it was.
But a hand suddenly grabbed me.
And at first, it was all like, OMG! Someone's kidnapping me!
Sometimes I wonder if I've got a screw loose…
It was Cana.
She was sitting beside this blue-haired girl who had a golden hair band running through her hair.
She looked really small and short. Her figure was super slim, and she smiled at me hesitantly.
"C-C-C-Cana," I said, gripping my tray of…lunch, let's just call it that.
The brown-haired girl gestured for me to sit beside her. "That's Levy, by the way."
Levy smiled at me. "Hi there. You're Lucy, right? Cana's told me about you."
I couldn't bring myself to smile back so I answered, "Urrrrgh."
My total lack of social skills is shown here.
Levy's smile falters, but only for a moment. I put my plate down beside Cana, and start to eat.
"How does it taste?" she asked me.
"G-g-g-good," I reply (after choking for a full minute).
"Really?"
Actually, it wasn't good. It was gross. I had to remind myself to pack a lunch for school. For now, I just hope I don't get some food poisoning.
"N-n-no, it's n-n-nasty."
"That's what I thought."
I tried to open my milk carton to wash down the bad taste, but Levy stopped me.
"The milk is pretty repulsive, too."
So I decided to starve rather than kill myself over the school food.
The lunch room was pretty boisterous.
Everyone was screaming, talking, laughing, chatting.
Hardly anyone was completely silent.
A little ways from the table we were at, there were a BUNCH of people crowded around another table.
"The A-Class table," Cana told me.
"The Popular Group," Levy added on, just to make the point clear.
That made sense.
There were a bunch of pretty people. A purple head, a blue head, some green ones…
The boys were a good-looking bunch, too. Not ANIME GUY hot, but still my-mouth-fell-open-and-now-I'm-drooling inducing.
"The most popular people aren't even here, yet."
That was Levy's input.
"Really?"
I hadn't stuttered on the query, to my surprise.
"Yeah, they should be here soon - ah, there they come."
I looked over to where she was staring.
It was just like in those movies where the famous people walk down the hallway with the wind brushing their hair back.
A group of a total of about thirteen sauntered in, their hair ruffling just slightly.
There was a redheaded girl, a black-haired boy, an orange-haired boy, a long, white and wavy-haired girl, a short-and-white-haired girl, a purple-haired guy, a purple-haired girl who was probably his twin, a blue-haired, petite girl, a blonde guy with a scar just above one of his eyes, a black-haired guy with red eyes, another black-haired guy (but head spiked and longer hair) with red eyes, and…
That's a lot of "hairs".
But the thirteenth of them…
He was ashajdjsdjfklad!
His locks, which were spiked up, were a vibrant salmon, and his onyx eyes were intense.
His facial features were angular and handsome, and most of the girls in the group stuck close to him. He wore a Letterman's jacket, which was all red – except for the sleeves, which were white – over his button down shirt.
The uniform's pants conformed to his legs perfectly, and even though he wore that long-sleeved jacket, you could see his muscles showing through.
He was what you would call a…what was that word for hot guys?
I can't believe I've totally FORGOTTEN!
Levy came to me, and leaned in close.
She pointed to the redhead, "That's Erza Scarlet, manager of the football team."
She then pointed to the black-haired boy, "That's Gray Fullbuster, member of the football team."
White-and-long-haired chick was Mirajane Struass, cheerleader.
Short-and-white-haired girl was Lisanna Strauss, cheerleader.
The purple-haired twins were Hughes – football team member - and Mary, cheerleader.
The petite blunette was Wendy Marvel, cheerleader.
The scarred guy was Sting Eucliffe, member of the football team.
The guy with the shorter black hair was Rogue Cheney, football team member.
The one with longer hair was Gajeel Redfox, also part of the football team.
And the ashajdjsdjfklad guy was Natsu Dragneel, the football team's captain, even though he was just a first year.
They walked by us without a single glance, even though I was practically drooling over Natsu's presence.
When they reached a table, a girl with short green hair, dark skin, and exotic-looking purple eyes stood up. She had red earrings on her earlobes, and her figure could only be called "perfect".
"That's Sue," Levy whispered. "Head cheerleader."
I stared enviously as she clutched onto Natsu's arm.
"Natsuuu," she drawled, as he looked at her.
He didn't say anything, but sat down with his other friends, and immediately began to laugh as they filled him in on something.
Sue stared disappointedly at him. Behind her, Lisanna and the other girls giggled.
"Heeeey, Luuuucy."
I snapped my head around. Cana was staring at me curiously.
"Don't tell me you've been drawn in by that idiot Natsu."
"N-no!" I said indignantly, feeling my face go hot.
Looks like I was an obvious liar, too.
"Good, because I think he and Sue are going out…even though it doesn't look like they are."
I felt my heart sink. Whatever. As long as I had some eye candy to look at when I was away from all my anime guys, I was content.
I just had to find out what that word was for guys like him.
Throughout lunch, I kept looking at him to find out.
But I can't find out.
Not even right now.
The computer won't find the word for me.
I'm hopelessly lost.
I'll just go watch some ANIME then. And tomorrow, at least I'll have something to look at.
I mean…look forward to.
Ha ha, ha ha…
*cough cough*
Signed,
Lucy
Hope you guys liked this chapter! About Sue: Oh, and just in case you guys don't remember Sue, she was the girl in Phanotom Lord with the purple bandana around her head, who blushed whenever she was near Natsu!
PLEASE REVIEW! THANK YOU IN ADVANCE!
Natsu came ina littel earlier than I planned...heh heh