Cross Fate

Hi guys! Sry i haven't been posting lately. My mid-year is comin soon n my mum keeps naggin at me 2 revise. Anyway, today, i'm gonna share my story. Yes, my story. Well, not the ENTIRE story...just the 1st chapter. If you guys like it, then go 2: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/3875941/x3AngelicDevilx tis is the link 2 my profile. frm thr, scroll down 2 the bottom n u'll see the stories i have written so far. which is 1. now, on with the 1st chapter! :) hope u like it!

Creeping out of the gigantic door, she felt like an intruder. She felt that the doors resembled prison gates. As she walked out of the mansion, she headed towards a large grave.

“I’m leaving. I can’t stand living with that man. Don’t worry mom. I’ll take good care of myself and I love you.” She whispered to the grave. With a heavy heart, the blond haired girl dashed out of the property, glancing back once in a while. That girl was Lucy Heartfilia, a wannabe writer.

                It was 6am when Lucy reached the train station. She had been waiting for this day and finally, it came. The day she ran away from home-No, the day she ran away from hell would be exactly how Lucy would have described it as. With only one million Jewels to her name, she boarded the train heading to Fiore.

“I’ll finally be able to live my own life! I’m no longer ‘Lucky Lucy’, just ‘Lucy’.” She told herself with a determined look on her face.

“I might as well make myself comfortable if I’m going to be on this train for five hours.” Lucy took out her favorite magazine, the Weekly Sorcerer, from her pink fuchsia purse with her initials sown on it with gold thread. Slowly, she came to the page which shows all the famous schools in the continent, like Blue Pegasus, Phantom and Fairy Tail.

“Fairy Tail, my dream school. Someday, I’ll get to study there and get my very own photo spread. Like Mirajane!” Lucy breathed as she flipped through the many photos of the beautiful Mirajane.

“Dear passengers, we will be reaching Fiore in forty-five minutes. Thank you for travelling with us.” The train conductor announced. Waking up from her slumber, Lucy shrieked when she saw how messy her hair looked when she checked her appearance in her pink compact mirror. She rushed to the toilet to fix her very unkempt hair. Half an hour passed. Lucy was finally out of the toilet with her hair tied in a ponytail with a green ribbon, matching her green polka-dotted dress.

The train screeched to a stop at the station. Lucy hopped off the train, took a deep breath in and said, “Finally! My new life has taken its very first step!” This was the beginning of Lucy Heartfilia’s life as a writer, with nothing but her writing skills to help her become a world famous author.