"Welcome to the Death Weapon Meister Academy!" The voice booms through the speakers. "More commonly known as the DWMA, it stands as a defense ageist the forces of evil. This would plunge the world into chaos and drag humanity into the very depths of fear and madness, if reborn. The demons are well known as the Keshins and their eternal hunger for destruction. To ensure that the Keshins will never become reborn and gain a hold on this world the academy was founded by the grim reaper himself. So, basically we are organization that protects peace. I guess were not your typical average school, oh well! That's not important right now, let's roll up our sleeves and get to work."
"Well, hear it is, the DWMA." I think to myself. "Same lame old speech every year eh, Maka?" I spin around to see a silver haired boy talking to an ash blond girl, maybe around my age. I must have been looking at them for awhile, because the silver haired boy shoots me an ugly stair and mouths the word "What?" "Eh, sorry!" I say sheepishly. He rolls his eyes. Before he can say anything else, the girl standing beside him with ash blond hair smacks him in the face and yells "MAKA CHOP" Ouch that must have hurt, yikes. She looks over at me oh great; do I meet another ass hole today?
"Hey, the names Maka Alabarn, I apologize about my partner over there, his name is Soul." She says. "Oh, hi my name is Ghost. I'm 14 years old; I'm a girl, obviously. So that dude with the silver hair is you partner, what kind of weapon is he?" I say nervously. "Uh, he's a scythe. So do you have a partner already?" Maka replies. "Nope, I know absolutely NO ONE here!" I say kind of mad. "Well, you do have one more day to find someone to partner up with, you know." Maka smiles sheepishly. "Ok, I'll keep that in mind!" I say. "Well I better get going; promise me you'll find someone!" She hollers while running up to Soul. "Weight here's my number. I tell you if I find someone." I holler after her.
