Fairy Tail | Mysterious Magic (Discontinued)

Chapter 1

        If she was to sum up the day in one word, it would be described as horrendous. Immediately that morning, she tripped at her own two feet when she entered the school corridors. A good half of the school had to of seen that, the groups of people whom stared at her fallen form. No one laughed, but no one didn't help her up either. It seemed that the doors were warning her there is no way back if she didn't turn around. Of course, she kept her optimism high.

        Then she was called up to the front in her French class, forcing to introduce herself in French. All she literally knew was "Bonjour" and she still messed up, saying "Ben Gour", due to being so nervous. Her knees quaked, her palms sweaty with nervousness. When she slumped in her seat after that, she could feel her face red and hot from embarrassment. She hid her face from her fellow pupils the whole period.

        Lunch time came around, and it was already off to a not-so-good start. She took forever getting her lunch money out, the groans of impatient teens behind her. No where to sit, she headed to a vacant table at the corner of the open space. After she sat down and opened her carton of milk, a shriek echoed through the room. Startled, Y/N spilled her carton of 2% whole milk all over her new floral top, the cold liquid causing her to shiver. Her already frozen body had just spiked to a whole new level, goosebumps on her goosebumps. Fistfuls of napkins later, she grabbed her warm jacket from her bag, zipping it to where the spill couldn't be seen. During this process, she figured out that the unneeded shriek was from a girl squealing about her friend getting a date. At least she was by herself at a corner rather than at a center table with prying eyes like that girl.

        Finally, but certainly not least, throughout the whole day, she felt judging eyes piercing at her back. Every step she took, some pair of eyes stared. Entering a classroom, all classmates turn around to watch her. Most were unreadable to her, others in curiosity or humored. She really wished she could read people's expressions better. Perhaps she could work on that.

        Now here she was, in her last class of the day. Students chattered as they waited for the bell to go off. The teacher was at his desk, filing some papers and preparing for tomorrow's lesson. Y/n sat by the window, staring at the rain pummeling to the ground. The rhythm of the rain pattering against the glass eased her tension, the quiet melody soothing. Moments like these almost made her forget her troubles. Her escape. It began to thump harder, starting to become uneven and rapid.

        She gave a small smile. Thank goodness she rode the bus and not having to walk in such conditions. Escaping the comforts of her mind, she silently she glanced at the classroom to her right, gazing at the chatting groups of people. Her heart sank at their cheery smiles and laughs. She stuck out like a sore thumb when compared to them. They were outgoing, having no worries in the world. Yet here she was, shy and timid, afraid to talk to these people. They didn't bite, they just seemed to be a bit too wild.

        Seeing that the clock was about to hit its mark, Y/N zipped her backpack shut and swung it over her shoulder. The students began to prepare to leave, tossing pencils into their bags and missing their crumpled paper at the trashcan. The bell shortly rang after, all the students immediately shuffling out of the classroom. The teacher didn't even bother to say bye. The last one out, she briskly walked to her blue locker, a few doors down from the class she just exited.

        Her heart practically leaped in joy when she caught sight of her locker. She can now get out of this miserable place. Almost jogging to it, she was met with a warm object. It and her fell down from the impact, toppling to the ground. Laughs rang through the air, catching sight of the collision. Tears threatening to fall, Y/N blinked them away. No, you have been strong this whole day. Don't break now. She stayed upon her knees, her palms pressed against the cool ground. Her eyes didn't dare check her surroundings.