"Hey, that's Lucy Heartfilia, right? I heard she's like, totally loaded."

"Damn, she's kinda hot isn't she?"

"Probably just another whore,"

Another school year, another set of stupid gossipers. This is high school— idiocy is nothing new.

The blonde sighed heavily as she makes her way to homeroom. The classroom was dimly light by a small nightlight in the corner, and all the shades were drawn. Her classmates were all eerily quiet (perhaps this was because everything seemed quiet since he left. She'd made it a point to never speak his name again. Ever) and looked at her pointedly as she entered with a loud creak of the floorboards. She warily wondered if she was late.

"Oi, Lucy—we've got Mr. Hangover here for a teacher," Gray hissed, gesturing to the desk where a dark figure was sprawled awkwardly. "Apparently we're just supposed to keep quiet and sit here for the rest of class."

Thus, homeroom proceeded to be the most boring thing Lucy had ever had to experience.

Second period wasn't much better.

"Welcome to your second year here at Fairy High!" Ms. Aries exclaimed timidly, faltering when one of the barbarians wolf-whistled at her.

The blonde felt a twinge of sympathy for the young teacher, what with all the lustful wolves that were eyeing her like a piece of meat. Teenage boys were all about video games, girls, partying, girls, girls, girls, oh—did she mention girls? Especially girls with bountiful assets.

... Such is life...

During third period, some guy tried to grope her so she screamed bloody murder and watched in satisfaction as he was dragged to the principal's office.

During lunch one of the stupid gossipers (a haughty-looking girl with mint green hair) purposefully tripped her, causing her to drop her food all over a poor freshman who then began to cry because the now soiled shirt had cost a lot of money and whatnot.

During P.E. Ms. Aquarius completely grilled all of the students, and cast an even more malicious intent upon Lucy.

And then—

So in short, her entire day ended up being like a large ball of crap rolled in moldy socks that had been shoved down a diarrhea-filled dumpster.

To add to that, she barely saw any of her friends all day.

It sucked.

When she went home, she was greeted by cold eyes and empty halls. There was nothing waiting for her here—not when her fire was gone.

Author's Note: Short chapter—sorry! I have no excuse. I'm just trying to slowly overcome my writer's block. Anyway, thanks for reading!