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Prologue

Finally. A new school and a new life. Maka could finally forget her old life and start on a newly turned leaf. Or so she thought...

CHAPTER ONE

"Maka, you know I'm still here right?" A voice said.

"No..." Maka complained, switching sides on her comfortable bed.

"Even though you started a new school in a different city, you still can't forget about me can you?" The voice sneered. Somehow that voice seemed familiar. Maka's eyes shot open.

"Shit! I have school today!" She said, falling on the floor. This was her first day at her new school the DWMA. She had moved to death city, wanting to escape her old town and him... "No I can't think about that she mumbled, opening her closet door. She quickly pulled on her clothes. A plaid mini skirt, a long sleeve button-up top with a yellow vest, tie, and a cloak that went to her ankles. She also wore white gloves and shoes that matched very nicely with her red skirt. These clothes seemed tight to her, considering she was use to just a white shirt, 4 sizes to big.

"You only wore it because it made him happy..." She told herself. Oh well, at least she had proper attire on now. She grabbed her backpack which had her school supplies and her favorite book in it ,then took a long look around her tiny apartment and headed out the door, making sure that she didn't forget anything.

"Okay, today was the big day, the day where she finally got to school."

As Maka rushed up the stairs to the big glass doors leading into the academy she took out her book, figuring that she still had time left. Her nose was buried deep into the book, and thump she fell on the ground, book still in hand. She looked up at three people, glaring down at her.

"Oh, I'm sorry." She said trying to get up. Maka then saw that she ran into three girls. The one on the left had dark brown hair and eyes. Her black leggings almost reaching the hem of her skirt. The one on the right had a fat ugly face and was glaring at Maka like a little kid does when they have just eaten a rather rotten piece of candy. The one in the middle had the meanest look about her. She had short pink hair and was also wearing the same clothes as the one on the right.

"Hey Kim, what do you want to do about this one?" The dark-haired girl on the left said.

" I don't know yet. We still don't know if shes cool or not Jacqueline" Kim replied.

Oh, so they were those type girls, Maka said in her head. She wondered why they didn't do anything yet, for she hadn't heard their conversation. Maka also wondered why they didn't allow her to stand up and move out their way. She started to contemplate what she would do if they didn't let her pass. She was about to say something when-

"Hey, Blondie, why don't you tell us your name?" Kim asked, coldness in her tone.

"Maka". She replied shorty.

"So you like to read books?"

"Yes."

"Where was your old school?"

"Home schooled." Well, that wasn't completely true, for her ex-boyfriend taught her plenty of things she did not want to know about.

"Hehe, told you that you can't stop thinking about me." His voice creeped up again.

"Your a prick," Maka said. She then covered her mouth because she realized she had just said that out loud.

"What did this bitch just say to me?" Kim almost screamed.

"Sorry, I didn't mean t-"

But before she knew it she was pinned on the wall that suddenly appeared behind her. Sometimes she could be so unobservant.

Maka 1st person

Kim's breath smelled like a garbage can. Could someones breath smell so badly? And she was a girl too!

"Me?" Kim spat, sounding out each syllable. I then noticed that Kim had what looked like a branding iron in her hand, the dark-haired girl was gone.

"Oh well," a smirk creeping up on her face, "I have decided that you aren't cool,"

I tried to get away but she somehow had an iron grasp. As the iron got dangerously to me I closed my eyes, ready to brace myself. I felt a cool breeze and a husky voice, but I dared not open my eyes.

"Kim, its not cool to pick on the new kid," The voice in front of me said.

"The hell with that, she bumped into me, then called me a prick!" Kim said.

"Whatever we'll talk later, just let her go."

"Humph. Fine, but this won't be the last of me Blondie!"

I felt her hands release me, and fainting footsteps. I fell to my knees on the dirty floor and finally opened my eyes. The boy that saved me had wild spiky white hair, tamed by the tan band he was wearing around his forehead. He had a yellow and black blazer on with a symbol of a soul on the back. He also had maroon pants on with big black and yellow boots that matched his jacket. I couldn't see his face though for he was facing away from me.

He suddenly turned. I gasped as frightened emerald eyes met non-emotional crimson ones.