Chapter One.
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Juvia's P.O.V.|
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"I hate school. I hate school. I hate school.
There is absolutely no point to school. I hate it. And I hate everyone in it too." Juvia wrote down in her notebook. Juvia Lockser. Juvia was beautiful, smart, and funny. But she thought otherwise.
"First day of ninth grade. Still no friends."
She kept to herself. She was quiet. She hadn't had any friends since she was younger. Way younger.S-still no him..
She thought to herself. She gripped the pencil in her hand as she put her head down.
"Ms. Lockser." The booming voice of a man caused her to sit up.
"Would you like to share with the class what you're writing?" The man stood firmly in front of her desk, looking down at her, making her feel small. She looked up at him. He tapped his foot. Juvia had been made fun of her whole life, if they read her notebook, who knows what would happen.
"n-no... I-it's none of your business." She replied quietly. She grabbed her notebook and held it to her chest.
She could hear the students laughing in the back of the class.
"Leave her alone Mr. F" she heard a young boy say. She turned around to see who it was.
"She's psycho, who cares what she's writing. Probably her suicide note" he and the rest of the class all laughed.
She felt a lump form in her throat.
"I-I n-no.." She tried to speak up. But she couldn't. She wanted to. But she couldn't.
"What did you say?? I can't hear you!" The whole class laughed. She opened her notebook and laid her head back down so she could write.
"Still first day. My social anxiety is still here to stay. And I still have no friends."
Juvia buried her face into her arms, and she fell asleep.
She awoke to the lunch bell.
"Miss Lockser, I let it slip this one time. The next time you fall asleep in my class you get detention for a week." The teacher exclaimed as she walked out of the classroom.
"Oh great, the wonderful hallways." She thought to herself.
She walked to go get her books out of her locker. When suddenly she felt someone shove her. She turned around. It was Minerva. The most popular girl in the school.
"Why the fuck are you looking at me you creep?" Minerva shoved Juvia again. And again, until she fell to the floor. Dropping her notebook in the process.
"What's this?" Minerva picked up the notebook.
"Aww, how cute. I should share this with everybody!" Minerva flipped through the pages.
Juvia felt the tears start to build up in her eyes.
"N-no.." She tried to talk. "P-please don't" Juvia felt the tears running down her face.
"What was that?" Minerva laughed at her. "I can't hear you! Too bad." She smiled evilly. She started to rip out the pages of her notebook. When suddenly someone came up behind her, snatching the notebook in the process.
"G-Gray!" Minerva tried to hug the boy. But he backed away.
"What the hell are you doing to her Minerva?" He looked angry. Minerva didn't say anything. But she did give Juvia a dirty look. After that she stormed off to the 'popular' table.
Gray held out his hand.
"Do you need help?" He asked Juvia. He smiled at her. But she tried to get up on her own.
"I'm Gray." He smiled at her.
"It's funny." Juvia thought to herself. "He doesn't even remember me. He doesn't. Why would he?" She felt the tears start to come back.
"Wh-what's wrong?" Gray reached out to her.
"n-nothing.." She half whispered. But he heard her. She tried to turn around and pace away. But she felt something come off of her back. When she turned around she saw Gray with a piece of paper.
"Push me." He read it outloud. "This was taped to your back, how childish." He rolled it up and threw it in a nearby trashcan.
He stared at Juvia for a second. She felt her cheeks turn hot, and she turned back around and walked away. She tried to hide the fact that she was crying.He doesn't remember me..

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"I'm With You." - a Gruvia fanfiction. (Fairy tail)
RomanceJuvia is a young girl who suffers from depression, social anxiety, and bullying. She feels her life has no purpose. And she has no one to talk to. The only thing she has is her notebook and her memories of the person who ever tried to be her friend...