Academy of the Arts
The Beginning
Chapter 1:
She stood there absolutely breathless. Her heart beating faster and faster at an unhealthy rate, feeling as though it was about to tear itself out of her chest. All eyes were staring at her, to many for her to count. Her shaking became intense and she couldn't feel her body anymore. There was only one thought running through her head.
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'WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING!?'
She began to become even more nervous. She closed her eyes and remembered his words.
The music started and during the intro she remembered all the events that led up to this heart-pounding moment.
*Earlier that day*
The shy girl walked down the halls of her dorm, holding her books so very tightly to her chest. She stared at her feet while quickly walking through the halls occasionally bumping into something only to quickly apologise, to an object, yes. She had been at Magnolia academy of the arts for about a week now and she still got strange looks from everyone she passed, probably because she was the only student without a uniform.
The uniform consisted of a light purple blazer with the letters MAA (the M is above the two A's) threaded in gold within a white shield located on the left side above the heart. Under the blazer was a simple white dress shirt and a red bow for girls while the boys had red ties. The bottoms consisted of a black skirt for girls and black dress pants for the boys with black shoes.
Her appearance wasn't to appealing as well. She had giant circle glasses that were fogged up so that you couldn't see her eyes; her messy and tangled hair was pulled up into a high pony tail, with bits and pieces hanging out everywhere. Her skin was a creepy tone of pale and her lips were chapped. She wore a long sleeved baggy white shirt and a long patterned skirt that reached her ankles, and a pair of old sneakers to finish it off.
Right now all the other girls were just waking up, probably applying make-up she knows she'd never be able to afford.
"Haha, did that really happen?"
"P-Please quiet d-down!"
The girl lifted her head to see two petite figures walking out of a room. One was trying very hard to stifle a laugh while the other was as red as a tomato. She stopped and stared at the two girls with surprise and interest.
"With 's son? Haha!"
The smaller of the two somehow turned a deeper shade of red. She knew these two girls from her English class. The smaller girl was a prodigy and, for some reason, was accepted into the academy even though she was only 13. The daughter of one of the most graceful dancers in the history of Earthland was her, Wendy Marvell. She was just as good as, or maybe even a better dancer then her mother Grandine Marvell.
The second girl imitated the beauty of a porcelain doll but sadly also the frailty. But her frailty was the very thing that made her such a beautiful artist. It is said that her paintings are that amazing that she was able to perfectly imitate the texture of the object she was painting. But that was not her only talent. She was also extremely smart. She was able to speak 8 different languages fluently. Her name was Levy McGarden.
She stared in awe at the two beautiful girls forgetting absolutely everything, including the fact that they had stopped talking and where now staring at her. The two girls stayed completely still, until Levy moved forward. She started waving her arms in front of the daydreaming girls face in hopes to get her attention. Levy cupped her chin with her for finger and her thumb, while she thought of ways to get herself noticed by the wacked out girl in front of her. So she chose the easiest solution.
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She flicked her in the nose.
The girl looked dazed and in the end all her books fell to the floor. The poor girl bent down to collect her books. Levy giggled and bent down to help her. It didn't take long for Wendy to join the floor party, almost tripping over her own feet as she made her way over. The un-named girl stared at the two with a confused look.
Levy giggled "It's my fault you dropped your books so I can at least help you pick them up!"
The girl smiled warmly as she stood up. Wendy noticed something strange about this girl, a feeling of warmth and pureness radiated from her and this greatly intrigued Wendy.
"E-Excuse me, but do you mind if I ask your name?"
The girl's warm smile widened and Wendy couldn't help but smile back.
"My name is Lucy; it's a pleasure to meet you."
The Straw haired girl bowed her head as she finished her sentence. The bluenette's bowed their heads in return. The dancer opened her mouth to speak but Lucy stopped her,
"Wendy Marvell and Levy McGarden… You're both in my English class."
Lucy looked away sheepishly, a light blush coating her cheeks. And then realisation hit Wendy,
"You were the one who wrote the Gothic remake of one of Shakespeare plays… Romeo and Juliet right?"
Lucy nodded,
"I bet the only reason you remember that is because of Romeo-Kun~" Levy teased
The small girl turned a deep shade of red which would even make a tomato blush.
Levy giggled before continuing, "Random change of subject, Lu-chan you were pretty out of it."
The blonde laughed nervously while scratching her cheek, "I always get scolded for having my head in the clouds."
"HAHA! HEAD IN THE CLOUDS! HAHA!"
Levy wiped away a non-existent tear, while Lucy and Wendy looked at her confused.
"Your head was way above that! It would be better to say that you're floating among the stars!"
Lucy smiled at the strange pun the blunette had created.
"Hey Lu-Chan can we be friends?"
The Blonde nodded her head enthusiastically at the porcelain faced girl, and the dancer who had been excluded from this conversation for a while now silently agreed.
The trio didn't realise but the hall had now filled with other girls making their way to the dining hall to eat their breakfast.
Wendy and Levy began to drag Lucy to the breakfast hall but she managed to convince them to let her go. The two made their way to the dining hall worrying about Lucy the entire time. But what they didn't know was that she had a secret.