AN- I am back with a new story. Forgive me for my looong absence and for updating crapply on of a dog and a wolf pack. That story is currently on hold and It shall hopefully be finished by next year. I will start writing more chapters soon for it. But here is a new one that just randomly popped into my head.

Enjoy.

And he did it again. She was only trying to be nice. But no, he just had to go off and ignore her like she was some sort of crushed leaf under his giant foot. she would always smile, would always greet him when he walked into class. Her loud mouthed blue friend would call him some weird name as he tried to guess it. Most of her friends were silent, only talking to her in a room voice. One girl, a tall busty black haired one, was always the quietest of the bunch, he observed.

He would sit at the top of the class room stairs in a desk that he claimed as 'his'. He always silently watched the small group of people, watch the one girl smile brightly when she picked up a book to show some pink haired guy. The pink guy would blush and cover his mouth with the sleeve of his uniform but nod at what ever she said.

He wanted to talk to her so badly but he couldn't.

No, you see, he couldn't talk at all, heck he couldn't even make a sound when he yawned. All that came out was... air. A silent squeak for when he would attempt to talk. His parents had kicked him out of the house for it. A bunch of stuck up people they were, his brother included.

Sometimes he would eavesdrop on their conversations just to hear what thy sound like. She had such a heavenly voice. It was calm and soft and it had a tender touch to it.

Soul Eater walked down the street his hands shoved deep inside his pockets. His shades were pushed high on top of his head, pushed down tightly on his black headband. It was his favorite head band too. He remembered when and where he got it from.

He was about ten years old when he and a buddy of his went out in the town shopping. His bangs were constantly in his eyes and he remembered his friend pulling it out from his back pack And handing it to him.

'Keep it.' he remembered the small black haired boy saying.

'Thanks.' Soul said mentally as the image faded from his head. He is nineteen now his birthday being several months ago back in march so it was now may. Most days he would take his most precious baby to school but some jackass had to jerk it up last week.

If you're wondering who his baby is, it of course is his Harley. He and his Harley went everywhere. Soul smirked at the image of him getting in some serious trouble at the beach last year for driving it in the sand dunes. His Harley is orange, (or was till that jackass jerked it up!) it had a smooth leather black seat and nice four pouched saddle bags two on each side.

Soul finally reached the DWMA's stairs. They were long and steep and it took lots of stamina to climb even ten. The DWMA is the high school he attends to for normal teenaged males and females. Except he wasn't normal, hell a lot of the people here weren't normal. No most had some sort of disorder or obsessed over random things and events. But the only reason this school was built was for talent. For talent!

'What talent is there that I have? What am I good at?' Soul questioned himself. He remembered that little pigtailed girl bursting in on him in the music room during his lunch break last year.

Soul played the keys written out on the music sheet in front of him. A beautiful melody of the piece 'four seasons'. The part of four seasons he was playing was fall or known as autumn. The key D minor and E major with him having to switch back and forth between the two was very difficult for him. He had to push another piano petal down and switch them yet again to get the right sounds.

He heard the door open behind him and heard the small sounds of feet tapping away at the floor. But he didn't stop playing, he kept going. He turned the music sheet quickly and hit several keys harder than he intended to and winced. slowing down the piece it soon came to an end.

He jumped and silently gasped when he heard the applause behind him. Whirling around there stood a small girl of maybe fifteen, her hair tied up in two high tight pigtails in scrunches. He completely forgot about the person who entered! His shock soon turned into anger. She was flattering him with that smile of hers and with her clapping. He knew he wasn't that good, no his parents had told him that he was no better than a one year old that played the beautiful piece.

He never looked back at the saddest frown that she gave him as he stormed out of the music room and out of the school to his apartment.