The Rumored New Girl.
I awoke this morning extremely excited and nervous. Why you ask? Because as of today I am a meister at DWMA (Death Weapon Meister Academy)! I hopped out of bed and dressed in my black skinny jeans, plain gray T-shirt, lace-up combat boots that reached mid-shin, and my ever-so-trustful black and gray striped jacket. I made sure to remember to comb through my shoulder-length, auburn hair, brush my teeth and apply deodorant.
'Can't have them thinking I'm a slob on my first day….Even if I am,' I thought to myself.
After all of my excessive preparations, I left for my first day of school. Hoping to get there early, I traveled at a moderate jog. As I approached the area DWMA was supposed to be I was instead facing- sadly - an enormous case of stairs!
"Son of a bit-!"
"YAHOO! Come on Maka, you slow-poke! Race you to the top!"
"No way, Black*Star! Besides, we have to wait for Soul and Tsubaki!"
"Hey! Who's this chick?!" asked the kid apparently named Black*Star. Wait a second. Is he referring to me?! Yep, he's referring to me…..'Great….now I have to talk to people…'
"Hey Girl, wait up!" he said racing over to me, "I AM THE GREAT BLACK*STAR! AND I AM THE MAN WHO WILL ONE DAY SURPASS GOD!"
'God, he's loud….'
"MAKA CHOP!" and Black*Star was K. , "Sorry about him. He's just kind of …..energetic?" She said extending her hand, "I'm Maka! You must be a new student, what's your name?"
"I'm Alexa," I mumbled as I tentatively took her hand and shook it. Almost as if they were waiting for a signal the two, who I'm guessing is Soul and Tsubaki, ran up to Maka.
"Hey Maka," called I'm guessing Soul? Giving a shark-toothed grin.
"Heya!" she replied, "I'd like you guys to meet Alexa! She's knew here and-"
" Alexa! Hey, over here!" came a boys' voice. I looked over my shoulder and saw my weapon partner, Axle.
"AAAXXXXLLLLEEEE!" I called as I dramatically ran to his embrace.
"Cut it out," he said, holding up his hand to keep me at arms length, "So….who're your new friends?" before I could interject, they started introducing themselves. Rude, if I do say so myself.
"Hi, I'm Maka! Nice to meet you two!"
"Sup? I'm Soul," he said as he gave Axle a knuckle-touch.
"Hello," she said with a slight bow, " I'm Tsubaki."
"AND I'M THE GREAT BLACK*STAR!" 'Well he recovered quickly…'
That's when I saw him…..
"Liz! Patty! Hurry up, we'll be late!" said a passing-by boy. He had raven locks, gold eyes, and three perfect, white stripes stretching from the back of his head to the front.
"Crap! He's right! Can't be late on our first day now, can we?" Axle asked in fake worry.
"Okay class…..today we'll be introducing two new students," he wheeled over to me and Axle, "I think there're some empty seats up by those two." He informed in a monotonous voice. I looked up to where he was pointing and saw two attractive girls. One was blonde with light, youthful, blue eyes and a cutoff, red sweater. She appeared to be coloring her assignment…..yellow? The other was somewhat taller with dusty brown hair and more mature, caring eyes. She, too, was wearing a red, cutoff sweater. We made our way up to them and took our seats silently.
"Hey there," said the taller of the two, "I'm Liz and this is my sister, Patty."
"Hiiiii!" sang Patty.
"Hey. I'm Axle and this is my meister, Alexa." Liz gave me a friendly smile and wave. I returned one halfheartedly. They continued to talk but, I didn't pay attention. They were probably only talking to him because they think he's 'cute'. With dark brown hair and eyes to match, standing at 6 feet tall, with slightly sun kissed skin, who wouldn't? Other than me of coarse, he's like a brother to me now. I'm not one to pay attention in class, and today was no exception. (I did notice the teacher is kind of….insane. I like it!). After class I saw 'him' again, though.
I was walking down the hallway, trying to find the firing range, when I was grabbed by the shoulders from behind.
"What the heck?!"
"Shh! I'm working!"
"What could you possibly be working on?" I snapped.
"Your hair is uneven, so I'm fixing it for you. Stay still please…," I got some questioning looks and answered with a shrug. After they saw who was behind me, they seemed to understand. But I still don't! He turned me around after about 10 more seconds to examine his 'work'.
"There," he said satisfied, "perfectly symmetrical!"
"Why thank you….I think?"
"But of coarse! Symmetry is the ultimate beauty in the world!"
'Wo….his eyes are…..entrancing…."
"So you must be one of the new students my father informed me of. What's your name?"
"….goooollllllddddd…." I said still starring into his eyes. He gave me a questioning look. Obviously. I felt my face heat up a bit, "I-I mean Alexa! My name is Alexa." 'God I'm an idiot!' I mentally beat myself up for that charming little blunder, "What's your name, anyway?" I desperately tried to change the subject.
"I'm Death the Kid," 'Such a peculiar name…'
"Yo, Alexa!" shouted Axle from across the hall, "We have to get to the…..Firing range!' he informed while checking his schedule.
"Oh? I'm going there too, if you'd like me to escort you I'd be happy to help,"
"Okay! Thanks!" I said kind of loudly. My face grew red again. 'Desperate much?!' I thought to myself.
In the DWMA firing range I saw the kids from earlier: Soul, Maka, Tsubaki, Liz Patty, and who could forget Black*Star? I know I can't.
"Hey Kid! Over here!" came Liz's voice.
"Hurry up Kid! Or you'll be laaattte!" said Patty in a singsong voice.
Looking slightly worried at that notion, Kid- as he's called by these people - scurried over to the only group of people I knew. Then, a blue man in a basketball jersey came out to talk to us all.
"Okay, all short-distance fighters, go to the East-wing and wait for further instruction from Nygus," and with that, about half the class left. The only people I knew who stayed were Liz, Patty and Kid, "As for you long-distance fighters, you stay here and do target practice," finished the blue man.
"Okay Axle," I started. Turning to look him in the eye, which is difficult because he's, like, two feet taller than me, "how about hatchet mode?"
"Sounds fine by me," and with that, my partner was swept up in a puff of green smoke. He then formed a small ax-like-thing in my left hand. I ran my hand across the smooth, silver handle (which is the same color as his jacket) and spread my feet to keep my balance. Wondering whose Kid's partner was I glanced over. I wish I hadn't. Kid was partners with Liz and Patty, who were much more attractive than I am.
'Maybe I should get dressed up more…?' I thought as I looked down at my ratty jacket that has been worn down throughout the years I've owned it.
"Hey Alexa! Focus on the targets, 'kay?" Came a voice from the hatchet. I looked down to see his face in the shining blade. I swear he can read my mind.
"Yeah….sorry," I mumbled as I chucked Axle across the room, slamming the blade deep into the middle of the farthest target, smack-dab in the middle. The only problem with a hatchet is now you have to go get it. But not with Axle! Moments after my first throw another green puff appeared and he was back in my hands.
"Nice shot! Let's try to break our old record of 10 targets in 15 seconds," And with that, I was throwing that hatchet like there was no tomorrow. Which of coarse, there was. Every time, hitting the center, I'd catch the weapon, spin it over my head and send him flying again. I didn't break my record, but it's a tough record to beat! I looked up to meet the gaze of most everyone in the room.
"Did I….do something wrong?" I asked desperately hoping the answer is 'no'. 'Please tell me I didn't make a total idiot out of myself…again.'
"No! Not at all!" assured some pink haired girl with a thermos-type-weapon.
"That was amazing!" chimed in Kid. Patty only giggled. I could feel the blush on my face. Again. "You can really fight!"
That settles it. Tomorrow, I get dressed up real nice-like.