Me: Here is a remake of Why Me. Sorry that I had to delete the other story but this one is way better with the same concept. This goes for the rest or the story-I don't own Soul Eater! Now enjoy the first chapter ^_^

Chapter One: A flashback then a school?

Spirit POV

"Daddy, what is going to happen to me?" She said, her sandy blonde hair falling out of her beautiful pigtails from the impact.

"Honey, can you hang in there for a little longer?" I said, looking at my new wife in amazement. I knew that the right thing to do right now is to stop the operation but I couldn't, otherwise my precious 8 year old Maka would die, and I couldn't live with that.

"Damn, I'm so selfish!" I said, putting one hand on my forehead.

"Honey, it's going to be okay," My new love cooed, staring back down at her patient so that her back was facing me.

Maka POV

"Damn, I'm so selfish!" My papa said, putting a hand on his forehead with was a pretty good indicator that he didn't know what to do.

"Honey, it's going to be okay," The evil woman said glaring down at me, a wicked grin appearing on her black lipstick covered mouth. She reminded of me of a spider. I hate spiders...

"Can you leave the room now dear, I can only do this part with complete concentration." She said, looking back up at him with a fake smile. It wasn't done yet? I was already writhing in pain from my soul being out in the open.

He looked at me in a pained expression and I nodded; he didn't need to suffer along with me.

He left the operation room hastily and his new wife glared back down at me, an evil smirk appearing on her face.

"Now that the annoying prick is gone, we can finally start the real operation." She said.

The last thing I saw was a gas mask coming closer to my face and something that looked like a soul but was purple with a red like cloud around it appearing out of a glass jar in the woman's pocket.

*End of flashback*

I could feel my body fly across the room and slam against the wall. I slid down and landed on my knees, while coughing up blood.

"Just give in already!" my step-mom screamed, slashing her right hand to the left. Wind appeared and raced towards me and slashed me across the face. I put my hand on my cheek, feeling the oozing blood smear on my hand.

"..IN!" I yelled and ran up to Arachne. Just before I reached her however she raised her hand lazily and white spider webs shot out of her palm, pinning me to the same wall I smashed into 100 times before. I could feel my consensuses slipping. I couldn't let her win! I couldn't!

"Fine," I whispered, barely inaudible.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you!" Arachne sneered. Of course she hadn't heard me.

"I-I'll sign the contract," I said, my head hung low. As soon as I said that the webs disappeared and Arachne appeared above me, smirking.

"Here is the contract and anything else you need is in the letter," she said and left the room. I tightened my grip on the papers and drifted off into a much needed sleep.


"Ugh," I grumbled and sat up from the stone floor. I looked at what was in my hand and it reminded me of last night. I opened the letter first.

Dear Maka,

You will be attending the DWMA for miesters and weapons. During your stay there be sure to make friends. The closer you get to them, the better. You have probably opened this first so once you sign the contract you will become a full witch just like me. Once you step foot on school ground I will not be able to contact you but once you are not on school grounds feel free to ask me for help with any particular problems you may have. Remember that your parents lives are on the line and I will "talk" to you in the near future. Until next time, good luck.

I put the letter back into the envelope. What did she mean by "talk?" I sighed as I went onto the contract. I pulled myself off the ground to find my face planted on the floor in the next instant. My wounds from last night still existed so how would I be able to go to school with them?

I ignored my body's resistance and I stumbled over to my plain desk to get a pen. I grabbed one and sat down in the chair. I stared at the contract for what seemed like an hour. This is for Mom. This is for Dad. I thought and I signed it. Maka Albarn

My signature is nothing special but once I signed the last letter of Albarn I felt the same pain I did all those years ago. It felt like my blood was boiling and I screamed but I knew that no one could hear me.

Some time later I awoke (again) a stood up. For some reason it didn't hurt. I looked at both my arms and all of the bruises and scratches from last night was gone, along with previous scars. I went over to the single mirror in the room and looked at myself. My face stayed the same but sadly my hair didn't. Instead of my usual shoulder length dark blonde hair was waist length light blonde hair that flowed with every move I made.

For clothes I still wore my plain black shirt and jeans. I looked around the room and found a package and a note on my bed. I strode over and opened the note.

Dear Maka,

I was thinking that you might be bored of your old clothes so since this is your first time going to school I got you presents. Wear them.

I gulped. None of her presents were ever good. I opened the package cautiously and out fell a black dress. It was plain and simple and ruffled at the bottom so that the bottom looked like more of a skirt. I looked back in the package and sure enough there was a smaller package. I opened it and found a pretty black choker necklace that had a decoration of a spider on it. There was a note attached to it.

Wear this at all times and never take it off.

I narrowed my eyes but said nothing. I looked around but there were no shoes. That's weird. Just then I heard someone clear their throat.

"Maka-sama, would you please come with me?" a man that looked like a waiter asked. He was munchkin short and had a nose that looked like a carrot.

"Who are you?" I replied, keeping my back strait and tall since he was a lot shorter then me.

"I am a butler that works for Arachne-sama and she asked me to escort you to the limo. This is your first day at school." he said and smiled. I nodded but looked down at my bare feet.

"Oh! Here, put these on," he said quickly and walked over to place the shiny black heels in front of me.

"I can't wear heels," I said quietly but he still heard me.

"That can easily be arranged, but first, let me escort you to the limo," the butler said while motioning to the door. I followed him out of the door without looking back at my past "home".


Me: Sorry if the last part confused you but I tried! That is a wrap for the first chapter! I'm so exited about this story now!

Maka: What was in the Jar? O.o

Death the Kid: What's wrong with being emo?

Maka: Nothing!

Me: Please read and review!