I am strong.
The sadistic moon hung over Shibusin, it seemed too heavy to stay suspended in the cool night air. Most of the citizens of the peculiar city were sleeping peacefully in their beds, a few were stumbling home after one too many drinks. What concerns us is the brightest student in Shibusin. Maka Albarn. She was curled up in her bed, the moon's opaque rays illuminating her bedroom. Maka was not asleep, no it was quite the contrary, she was wide awake. Her face was red and her pillow damp from her tears. I had become a nightly ritual. After she was sure Soul was asleep she would let her tears fall. Every night she would think of her broken family and how others had it so much worse. She'd remember the snide and hurtful remarks made by her male classmates to one another about her physique, lack of "feminine qualities", and her abnormally high intellect. Even the girls gossiped about her and the conversations would play repeatedly in her head. Finally she would think about Soul. Wonderful Soul. He was her complete opposite in such situations, those who constantly berated her, fawned over him. Even the guys had a deep respect for the scythe. She could count on someone to express their pity for Soul for being paired with such an undesirable partner like one could count on the sun to rise. She knew it was silly. She was smart, talented, and gifted, she was a good person, a good meister. Yet, the words still stung. So every night Maka would cry, completely alone, and purge herself of her deemed weakness. Because she was strong.
Author's note: I know this is a little dark and depressing, but while we know Maka is strong she is easily prone to self-doubt.