Author's note; this is a story i started on but i didn't like it so i re wrote it, so if you find this story familiar to something you have read before... it is because i re wrote it ummm... i am still pretty new to fanfic cause i have only written one story... this is my second one. So feel free to give advice that i will try to improve on. Oh... and have fun reading ;)

Chapter One

I'm Just an Orphan.

I stood there in the middle of a small alley. I gripped my fist tight and tried my best to keep calm, but how can a person keep calm in a situation where they are getting ganged up on by two girls and one guy? These situations often happen to me, I am not even scared of these threats anymore, what I really needed to keep calm, was my anger.

"What is it now?" I asked with a small sigh but I did not relax my fist in case I need to punch anyone.

"How dare you embarrass me in front of the school?" the girl on the left said was annoyance in her tone.

"I did not mean to start anything, besides; you're the one who poured milk all over me, so I guess it is only fair that I pour milk all over you" I gave a sweet smile "so why don't we pretend this never happened and get along like people should?"

"Too late for that now, George, Sabrina, get her"

Once again, it happens. My teacher told me that I should talk matters out with my mouth instead of using my fist, I tried, but it never works. I guess that's because the mouth does not leave as much impact as the fist, stupid people won't understand forgiving unless it is beaten into them.

I gave another sigh as I watched them run towards me with a fist ready to punch, their eyes filled with anger. The look their eyes gave off was actually really funny but I reminded myself not to laugh in a situation like this because it does not benefit you in any way. The two of them are coming closer towards me as all these useless thoughts past through my head. Before any of the two can throw a punch, I managed to give George a kick to the face and Sabrina a punch to the stomach. Luckily I had my first ready to fight, wait, even without me being ready; I would have been able to beat them anyway.

I gave a small snigger and walked off, I felt proud and happy that I won without any scratches on me so mum would not find out, but I was wrong. I did not win yet, the girl who was on the left before charged at me, with a knife that I only managed to dodge with a small cut across my left cheek.

"That… hurts…" I said the minute I got my balance back. I charged towards that girl and grabbed her collar. Before she can make any sound, I flipped her over my shoulders and slammed her hard to the ground.

"Crap. Mum is gonna yell again! I'm already late for manners and etiquette lessons" I grabbed my bag which was lying on the floor and ran home as fast as I can.

"Did you get into a fight again?" Mum asked the minute i walked in.

As expected. That is the first thing she says when she sees a cut or bruise on me most of the time, the cut and bruise was not even my fault.

"It was becau-

"Answer my question; I don't care about your reasons!"

"Yes, but I only did that because-

"I told you I don't care about your reasons; a fight is still a fight. Why must you keep on ruining my reputation? I raised you up to be an elegant lady and why is it that you come home with bruises and wounds? Not to mention all the complaints I'm getting by the parents of the kids that you badly injured, have you no thought of how I would feel at all those women talking behind my back about your behaviour?"

"Is that all you can say when your daughter comes home injured?" I held back the urge to yell, instead I tried to say it with my normal voice, but it came out a little shaky which is not a good sign. "Normally, a parent would ask 'who did this to you?' instead of accusing their child first"

"How dare you teach me how to treat you? Are you disrespecting me now?" Mum raised her voice

"No, I was just trying to –

"After all these year I spend to look after you, you talk to me this way? I spent so much time to make an orphan girl like you fit into the society I live in and this is how I end up getting treated? I don't want to see you anymore. Maka, you're going to a boarding school."

I have had enough. I don't want to live in a place where people don't listen to what I have to say before going off about what I did wrong; I walked quietly up to my room. I'd rather be anywhere but here, she is not even my real mum, I am just an orphan. So why does it hurt so much?

xChiharuYoshimi.