Lucy's PovI am Lucy Heartfilia, heiress to the Zirevia Kingdom. I am seventeen years of age and turning eighteen, which is the age for me to rightfully take the throne.
I have decided that I do not want the throne yet, and will take over when I am twenty five.
Anyway, enough of this formal speech, I need to practice my speeches so deal with it.
Prior to this day I used to attend Prescott Academy, and I majored in every category, but the one thing that my heart really desires is Fine Arts. Music, dancing, art. It's my passion. I was the best in the school, and very popular among males and females.
People only used me for my fame and wealth. They betrayed me, and I was not going to let that happen to me again. I was going to dress up as a "nerd" or whatever and see how I'm accepted then. I hate people who only judge people from their appearances or social status.
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As I was sleeping peacefully in my comfy four poster bed, a screaming monster (aka. my alarm clock) woke me up from my beautiful dream.As I sat on the edge of my bed, pondering about my future school, I thought about my disguise and how I should act. Should I...Nah. Then realization hit me like a brick wall. What time does this school start??I frantically search for my phone and somehow end up being tangled in the sheets like a cocoon. I flop of my bed and see my phone. I exhale in relief and check the time, It read: 6:07am. Ugh too early! I flop back onto my bed, embracing the warmth of my sheets.
Suddenly, my maid came in. She is very sweet and I treat her as a friend, not a slave. She is a Korean and Japanese mix. Her name is Song Ji-soo or in Japanese Songu shisu. She is my only friend who will stick by me no matter what.
We are both secretly otaku's hehe, and I am obsessed with kdrama. But, not so much for Kpop. But we fangirl to death together. A friend that fangirls with you no matter what is a friend that you should keep. Remember that.
"Lusiii!! School starts soon, you should get ready or I'll hit you with a stick." Ji-soo says in a korean accent.
"Nooooooo ~" I whined. "Five more minutes?" I asked, giving her a puppy dog eyes.
"Nope." She stated firmly, sticking her tongue out at me.
"Ugh!" I ruffle my hair in frustration.
She giggles and scampers away to do her other miscellaneous chores.I inwardly groan, and arise from my bed. My body cries in protest as it yearns to be back in my fluffy cloud-like bed. I slip on my slippers and trek to my walk-in closet. I catch a glimpse of myself and I cringe at my reflection.
My eyes are all crusty and my hair is an absolute disaster, It reminds me of a clown who forgot to brush his hair and somehow got cotton candy stuck in it. Yes, it was that bad. I searched for my uniform and discovered that it was hiding behind my old school uniform, seriously? How do they expect me to find it? Oh well, I found it anyway.
It consisted of an off-white dress-shirt, a light-beige vest to go over top of it with the school crest on the right side of my chest, a complementary black blazer, a gray and black pleated skirt (labelled 5 In. above knees), white knee-high socks, black school shoes, and finally, to complete the look, a leathery-like brown messenger bag.
I realize that I ordered the uniform to be bigger, for my nerd appearance.
I check the size of the blazer M it said. I tried it on and it was really baggy, perfect. My real size in clothing is usually XS. But I want to look like a person who is a little bit fluffy, so people don't fawn over my body like they did at my previous school.
I close the closet door, and lock it. I then strip from my pajamas and put on my undergarments. I bandage my chest so it will look smaller, and slip on the blazer. I then tie my golden shoulder-waist hair to a bun, and slick it back into a hair net. I pit on my frizzy, dirty blonde wig and wide-framed glasses on. Then I put on my fake braces and pencil freckles onto my cheeks. I pencil in darker eyebrows and ta-da! I'm finished.
I grab my bag and grab an apple for breakfast. I open the front door and greet my driver. He politely opens my door and ushers me inside I bow slightly and step inside my 2017 Rolls-Royce and the driver happily takes my to school. We make small talk and soon enough I'm at Fiore Fine arts school.
I looked at the building. I admit it is nice but not as nice as my other school. I make my way to the office, well attempt to. But I really was walking around aimlessly. After a good 15 minutes I finally found the office! Yipee~
I smile at the office lady and she gestures me inside. She reads my student info and I swear, her eyes almost popped out of her sockets.
"Y..Your H..Higness-" She respectfully bows and stammers.
"Please, do not call me that. I prefer you to address me as Reishi. Thank you." I say politely while bowing back.
" As you wish, Your- I mean Reishi. I must ask, why are you enrolled in this school?" She asks.
"Ah, yes. Well, I wanted to leave Prescott because of all of the fame. I must tell you, it was quite annoying." I chuckled.
I simply ask her for my schedule, and she handed it to me.
I thanked her and grabbed a school map on the way out.As I walk down the hallway, the bell rings, signalling that school has already started.
"Well great! I'm late on the first day of school! What a great impression."
I think to myself, slapping my forehead in the process.As I glance at the map, it and compare it to my schedule it says that I am in class A-1. Okay. Is that the advanced class?? Because it has an A? Oh well, I'll find out when I get there.
I skim the numbers of each class as I pass by.
Class C3......B2......C2.....A2......B2....ah! A1!!
Finally!! I arrived at my class. I knock on the door and wait until someone opens it.
Suddenly, a beautiful red haired woman opens the door.
"Come in," She says, gesturing me towards the class, "I am Class President, Erza Scarlet, and I welcome you to Class A1. What is your name?" She asks looking me up and down.
I think that I should make a fake name because it would defeat the entire purpose of coming here if I reveal my identity now....
"Uhm...My name is Akame Reishi." I said. This is a stupid name, why did I choose this?? Ugh.
"I see, well Reishi, welcome to class A1. Please do come in, and introduce yourself to the class. You must be very talented to get into this class as we only have 10 students in this class. And these students are the top ten in this school." She said, trying to make small talk.
"Ah, well I wouldn't call myself talented, but thank you, Erza Scarlet."
I said bowing to her.For some reason, her name sounds familiar....oh well, it's just my imagination, maybe she just has a common face.
I step into the class and 9 heads all turn their attention to me.
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FanficLucy Heartfilia, Daughter of Jude Heartfilia; Heiress to the Heartfilia Corporation, is being threatened, harassed, bullied, and even beaten by her own fellow classmates, it is called Prescott Academy. Prescott Academy is an award winning fine arts...