Chapter 1

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I sighed, sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at the slightly faded picture of my parents. I ran my thumb over my mom's face trying to keep the tears in. My chest felt heavy as I tried to push my emotions back.

"Morning Mom, Dad." I said softly.

After staring at the picture for a good minute, I sighed and reluctantly tore my eyes away and sat the frame down on my dresser. I stretched and yawned, feeling the muscles in my back pop. I grabbed my phone to see what time it was.

6:15 - it read. The sun hadn't even risen yet. I grimaced at the time, 'why did I wake up so early?' I questioned. Shrugging it off, I made my way to the bathroom. It wasn't that far seeing as it was a pretty small apartment but, I wasn't complaining. The rent wasn't a bad price and the landlord was pretty nice, and as a side bonus, it was close to my school.

Phantom Lord high.

Weird name for a school, I know, But it isn't that bad. I mean sure, there's at least two gang fights a day, and the teachers could literally careless about any of the students, and we don't actually get a proper education... But... At least there's free food?

I know, I know... I seriously need to get out of that school.

But that's the thing. I can't.

I don't exactly have the best reputation, and no matter how many times I say it wasn't my fault. They never believe me. So naturally they put me in a school with people who are either in gangs, criminals, and/or thugs. People who are "Like me."

I shook my head just thinking about it. 'How could any of those people be anything like me?

My mom raised me right...'

I stood up from my bed and started getting ready for "school." We didn't have a dress code or anything like that, so I got to wear my black ripped jeans, my plain red T-Shirt and my black and white scarf. I always wore my scarf wherever I went. It used to be my Dad's but after he and Mom died, I decided to wear it with me all the time. It felt as if they were still here, when I'd put it on.

I sighed, making my way down the stairs and into the kitchen. I had 2 1/2 hours before school started, so I had plenty of time.

I grabbed a bowl and poured some fruit loops into it. I then poured some milk in it and put the milk back in the fridge. I walked over to the living room and plopped my butt on the sofa. I frowned when I realized I forgot my spoon. I groaned and sat the cereal down, making my back in the kitchen to get a spoon. Once again I plopped my butt on the sofa and started eating my cereal with one hand, and turning on the T.V. with the other. I had the bowl in between my legs as I sat cross-crossed.

I flipped through the channels slowly, trying to see if anything was on. I stopped on the news, when something caught my eye.

"Gajeel Redfox is behind bars today, for destruction of private property. This man is one of the 5 original dragon slayers. For those who are just tuning in, the Original dangerous dragon slayers (ODDS) are different than ordinary 'users'. They are descendants of Real dragons who used to walk the earth, millions of years ago. We only know of 2 ODDS. Gajeel Redfox, who is now behind bars, and Natsu Dragneel, who, years ago, destroyed an entire city, killing off millions of civilians including his own parents. Natsu was only 5 when it happened, and because of 'user' laws, he was only sentenced to 6 years in URC, otherwise know as the user rehabilitation center. The other 3 ODDS's are nowhere to be found. We are asked to ask anyone who has any information of the other 3, to please come forward with the information. Now back to you, Jacob." The camera then switched to someone else, "Thank you Sam. Coming to you with some sad news from Sorcerer weekly. Last night the Hartfillia Family was coming back from a vacation, when their private jet blew up. Only Jude and Lucy Hartfillia survived. Anna Hartfillia, wife of Jude and mother of Lucy, died on scene. We don't know who was responsible for the explosion, but we do know that it was a 'user' now who it could've been? We don't know-"

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