A/N Hi, guys! This is a totally random idea that came into my head. I decided to just go with it. I apologize if you think Lucy is out of character. That was the first thing my friend told me when she read it. Everyone's a critic… *sweatdrop* But I have a reason. I am an avid believer in the fact that, at least for me, the characters are completely in charge of the story. I'm just the one writing it down for them. Lucy just wanted to be like that. So that's how it is. Deal with it. ;) Anyways, I hope you like the story!

Also, I'd like to thank all my stalkers! ;) You make me feel like doing more, because I fell appreciated. Arigatou gosaimasu!

Disclaimer: I totally wish I owned Fairy Tail. But I don't. If I did, a whole lot of couples would totally be together right now. But did anyone read the latest chapter? Total Gruvia moment! I almost died!

Hi. My name is Lucy Heartfilia. I am twenty years old. I live alone in a one bedroom, one bathroom apartment in Magnolia City. And this is the beginning of my interesting story.

It started out as a normal Tuesday. I woke up from a dream I couldn't remember to an annoyingly loud alarm clock. Groaning, I slammed my fist down on the snooze button (I have to buy really heavy-duty alarm clocks. Otherwise, I just break them. And believe me, it hurts when they shatter).

I yawned, wanting nothing more than to snuggle back under my comforter and go back to sleep. But, sadly, I couldn't. I was supposed to go to my shift at Burger King in an hour. So, instead of going back to sleep, I sat up and stretched, yawning again.

I scratched my neck and looked around the room. Nothing out of the ordinary; my desk in the corner, where I attempt to write my novel when I have free time, my dresser with most of my clothes, my closet next to it with the rest of them, a few pictures on the walls of me with my parents and a few friends from high school that I haven't talked to in years. And my dog, Plue. He's a little Yorkshire Terrier, and he is the cutest thing in the world.

He was curled up at the foot of my bed, still asleep. I smiled.

As I climbed out of bed, he blinked his eyes open and stared at me reproachfully. "Why did you get up?" I imagined him saying. I giggled. "Sorry, Plue, but I have to get up. I have to get ready for work."

He yawned and stretched his little body as I walked to my dresser to decide what to wear.

Five minutes later, I finally decided on a bright red short sleeve tee and a pair of skinny jeans. I grabbed them, along with some fresh underclothing and headed toward the bathroom for a quick shower.

After I had showered and put my chosen outfit on, I brushed my hair. I put it up in my usual side ponytail. Then I started applying makeup. I decided I didn't really want to do much (mostly because I was too lazy), so I just put on a little lipstick and blush.

Walking out of the bathroom and looking at the cute star-shaped clock that I have on the wall, I saw it was seven thirty-five. I have time for a little breakfast, I thought, heading toward the kitchen.

I looked around and decided my best bet would probably be cereal and a toasted bagel. I put the bagel in my toaster and pulled the slot down.

While I waited, I poured myself a bowl of Lucky Charms. I normally reserve them for days I have dates, but I figured, what the heck.

As I poured milk into the bowl, I glance down. Plue was sitting there, giving me his best puppy dog eyes. I laughed. "Okay, Plue, I promise I won't forget you." I walked over to the corner where I keep his bowls and dug a cup into the bag of dog food next to them. I dumped it in one of the bowls, and he barked excitedly, plunging his face in. I grinned and picked up his water bowl, sashaying over to the sink to fill it up. Humming a tune I didn't recognize, I set it down next to him and walked back over to my breakfast, just as the toaster dinged. My bagel popped out of it.

I pulled a plate out of the cupboard and set the warm, almost hot bagel on it, glancing at the clock as I reached for the butter. I'd better hurry up, I thought. I buttered the bagel quickly, then grabbed both my bowl of cereal and my bagel plate and walked over to the table.

Remembering that I needed a spoon, I set them down on the table and turned around, going straight to the drawer where I keep utensils. I opened it and pulled out a spoon. As I turned back, I saw Plue jumping up on my chair to get at my food. "No! Bad dog!" I yelled, running over and shooing him off. He stared up at me, as if to say, "Why did you have to turn around so soon? I almost had it!"

"Plue, you know you're not allowed to touch my food," I said, shaking my spoon at him. "Besides, you just ate your own breakfast. It's not my fault you snarfed it down so fast! Now, I have to eat before I leave, so I can't keep talking to you." I frowned. "Not that I should be talking to you in the first place. You're a dog, for crying out loud. Oh, never mind." I sighed and sat down, sticking my spoon in my cereal. I started shoveling it in my mouth as fast as I could without choking myself and dying.

When I finished, I glanced at the clock. Crap. I better go if I don't want to be late! I decided to eat the bagel in the car.

As I dumped my dishes in the sink to clean later, I grabbed a cup and filled it with cold water, gulping it down. It felt good on my throat. I set that in the sink, too, and ran to the door. I put my jacket on with my bagel clenched in my teeth, then pulled my sneakers on.

I grabbed my car keys from where I had put them on the counter the night before and waved at Plue. "See you later, my friend! Don't rip anything to shreds while I'm gone!"

He barked as I opened the door, and I blew a kiss at him. I closed the door and ran down the hall of my apartment complex. I live on the fourth floor.

I got lucky; the elevator happened to be on my floor. I pressed the down button and waited impatiently for the doors to open, even though it only took a few seconds. I flew into the car, pressing the close door button repeatedly. After a few seconds, they closed too. I pressed the first floor button, wondering if I should've taken the stairs.

When the number above the buttons said '1,' I waited in agony for the door to open. Ever notice how the elevator sits for, like, twenty seconds on a floor before the doors open? It's kind of ridiculous when you're in a hurry.

As soon as the doors were open enough for me to slip out, I was racing to the doors of the building and throwing them open, nearly knocking down an old woman. "Sorry, Mrs. A!" I yelled as I ran past.

"It's fine, dear. I'm okay," she called to me. I barely heard her as I skidded to a stop next to my red and purple convertible. It was a present from my parents for my graduation. I pressed the unlock button on my key ring. The doors unlocked and I threw the driver door open. Jumping in, I slammed the door behind me.

I put the keys in the ignition, and the car started. I peeled out of the apartment parking lot. I started driving as fast as I could while staying within the speed limit.

Another thing. Have you ever noticed how you always hit all the red lights when you need to be somewhere? At least, I do. I hit every single one on the way to work. It was ridiculous. After the fifth one, I glanced at the dashboard. Seven fifty-seven. I groaned, banging my head on the wheel. I am so going to be late.

Ten minutes later, I finally pulled into the parking lot. I parked in my usual spot and pushed open the door. Jumping out, I slammed the door and locked it in the same motion. Then I took off running towards the door inside. I pushed it open, and the little bell jingled. My coworker, Rachel, was at the cash register. She looked up. "You're late," she said, looking stern. "I told you what would happen if you were late again."

I looked at her in horror. "Please no. Anything but that."

She nodded. "Yup. You," She paused for dramatic effect. "Are working the cash register today."

I fell to my knees, begging her with my eyes. "Please don't make me do it! Please!"

She snorted. "Seriously. It's not that bad. It's just until four."

"I know. But that's eight hours! You know I'm not a very social person! I can't handle that!"

"Someone has to do it," she said, unrelenting.

"Well, let Someone do it, then! I'm not Someone! My name is Lucy!"

Rachel sighed. "Look, Lucy. It's just one day. Please?"

I sighed back and stood. "Fine. But don't blame me if we lose customers."

She smiled. "Oh, we won't lost customers."

"Yeah, yeah," I said, pulling my apron, visor, and nametag on. You know, one of those fancy ones they give to employees at restaurants. I sighed again and moved behind the counter. It's going to be a long day, I thought.

A/N So, what did you think? If you absolutely loved it, please leave a review telling me so. If you liked it, please leave a review telling me so. If you didn't like it, please leave a review telling me so. If you absolutely hated it… Well, please don't tell me that. But, that aside, I have decided that I refuse to post the next chapter until I have at least five reviews! Wow… Now that I read that, I sound like a self-conscious, spoiled brat. XD But still. MAKE ME FEEL GOOD! Please? ;) Have a nice day! Peace!

-animeawesomenesslover