I DO NOT OWN SOUL EATER!

Water was Maka's life. She couldn't remember a time she was without it. She had learned to swim at age 3, she learned to surf when I was 10.

"Yo Tiny-Tits! You coming or not!? 50 foot waves today!" Maka's friend, Soul shouted. Standing at the West Coast waterline. Maka looked over her shoulder wrapping up her surfboard wax.

"Yeah, yeah Soul! I'm coming!" She shouted. Picking up her board and was in the water in 3 seconds flat. Soul following behind. Maka's ash blond hair whisping around in the wind. Soul's platinum blonde hair going every witch way. But not in the wind. They waited there for awhile. Soul rubbed a ruby red eye. They where just about to give up when a 50 foot wave came into view.

"Mine!" Maka shouts swimming towards it. Soul just smirked, showing his shark like teeth as Maka paddled closer to it. Maka slowly got to her feet and kept her balance and rode the wave. It was like flying. Freaking flying. It was like defying gravity. That was about the only way to describe it to people who haven't surfed before. It was like standing on air. Maka could sit here and make a list on how awesome it is to surf. Maka concentrated on where Maka was going as she heard people cheering for her.

'Maka! Maka! Maka!' She usually ignored it. When Maka finally had to dive into the water, she did. Swimming through a wave is amazing. It's like what everyone used to do as kids. When you would go about waist deep into the water and whenever a wave would come you would let the wave take you to the shore and you had to try your best to clutch the sand? It was sort of like that.

Sort of.

~MAKA~

I ran through the woods trying to get to my highschool. Shibusen. I was usually on time but today I slept in and I couldn't help but catch a little wave. Before I knew it, it was 8:15. I was currently running in the West Coast little greenery (I wouldn't necessarily call it a wood. Nor a forest) that goes along the beach shoving a shirt over my bikini top. Then, about two blocks after that, I was hopping on one foot getting (or trying) to get some jean shorts over my lanky legs. My school was coming into view and I was currently hopping on one foot again trying to get a mint green converse onto my feet without any socks. Yup, I was definatley destined for blisters.

As I ran through the hallways, I was running my hairbrush through my hair trying to make it look halfway decent as I made my way to class running at the speed of sound.

"Aw fuck it." I mumble to myself as I shove my hairbrush into my PINK (not the color the brand) bag. I decided to leave my hair down for the day. Not wanting to fuss with it. I fumble with my bellybutton piercing trying to get the pink little jewel into my naval. When I finally suceeded, I screech to a halt in front of my first period class and casually walked in. Mrs. Marie pointing her green EXPO marker at me.

"Miss. Albarn, late again." She says. I nod and take my seat next to my friend Soul. He just snickers at me as I thwap him on the head while Mrs. Marie wasn't looking. Class wore on and on Mrs. Marie talking about how-

'X times Y equals C divided by 6...'

When was I gonna need this stuff in my life? I planned on being a famous surfer when I grow up. I don't need math. I scoffed out loud accidentally one time in class after she said-

"These thing will be useful in you life one day."

'When?' I asked. Leaning back in my chair with my arms crossed.

'Well Miss. Albarn, what do you want to be when you grow up?' She asked.

'A surfer.' She just looked at me while I had the smuggest smile that was ever on anyones face that has ever lived.

'Well, if you wanted to be a graphic artist, you would need to know these things. Also with-'

"Miss. Albarn!" The math lady spat at me.

"Hey.. yo. What did I miss?" I ask. A bit out of it.

"The question I asked you." She says crossing her arms.

"X times Y = 5 to the thried power!" My friend Tsubaki whisper shouted at me.

"X times Y = 5 to the thrid power." I say. Mrs. Marie just nods and continues with her lesson.

'Thanks." I whisper. She just smiles at me.

When the lunch bell finally rang, I got to the cafe and go on line with Soul on my left and my friend Black*Star on my right.

"So, Maka. Entering the surf competiton?" Star asks me. Talking with a mouth full of apple right after he took it from the container.

"Hell yeah. Who do you think I am?" I ask. I continue going down the line with Soul and Star because all I got was a salad (I had a sort of severe case of anorexia... it wasn't that severe, but it also wasn't that... low level (?) ). When we finally got to our table in the back, with our other friends, Kidd, Liz, Patty, and Tsubaki, we all took out usual seats. I was next to Star and Soul across from me. Everyone engaged in a friendly conversation while Soul and I had our own.

"So, after school, wanna hit some waves? 30 feet today." Soul asks me. I nod my head as I take down a tomato. I continue picking at my salad. Soul just eyes me.

"Did you eat this morning?" He asks.

"I didn't have time, alright?" I say. Stabbing another tomato to death with my fork.

"Dammit Maka, you're never going to get over it if you don't train yourself to eat." He says. Downing his noodles drenched in cheese. And was attacking his cheetos like if he didn't his world would end.

"Now,.." He begins. Swallowing a fist full of cheetos.

"You're eating that whole thing." He says. I scoff at him.

"Pft, you know better than anyone I can't do that." I say. Pushing my salad back. He pushes it back to me.

"Eat."

"No." I push it back at him.

"Maka.." Push back to me.

"Soul..." Push.

"Eat the damn salad." Push.

"Make me." Push.

'Stubborn." Push.

"Arrogant." Push.

Soul sighs and finally gives up the 'Great Pushing Salad War'.

'I was just trying to help." He mumbles. I suddenly felt really bad and walked around the table hugged him quickly and got back to my spot.

'I know Soul, and I appreicate that. I really do." He justs smiles at me and shows off his shark like teeth. We continue with our conversation.

After school was let out I just took off my clothes at the beach while Soul ran home to change. If you remember this morning, I was changing and using a bathing suit as a bra and underwear set. I was waxing my board when Soul came back with his board and in swim trunks. He sets his board down next to mine.

"Can I borrow your wax? I sort of forgot mine." I nod and hand it over to Soul. I wait for him to finish as I examine out boards. They both looked so different. Soul's was a mix of dark colors. Navy blue, a mossy green like my eyes, and black. While mine was full of wacky colors like fucia and electric blue. We surfed until sunset and my guardian Mabaa, and Soul's, Hank had to come and get us. We didn't even relize how late it was. It was already 9. Thank gods for Fridays. As we walked back to our houses, Mabaa and Hank behind us chatting, me and Soul where chatting.

'So? Feel ready for the compertition?" He asks.

"I'm really nervous but I feel ready." I say. He just smirks. We where in front of my house and Soul only had to go across the street.

"You'll do fine tiny-tits. Now get some sleep." He ruffles my hair and walks away. I just laugh and wave. I walk into the house leaving it open for Mabaa. Both of my parents died when I was 5. I scrubbed a towel through my hair and got into some flannel jammie pants that going down the thigh wrote-

2009 WEST COAST SURFING COMPETITON

My wait never grew alright?

I didn't get any sleep that night. I was too anxious. But, my name was on the list.

There was no going back now.