ShhhING! The metallic sound of a scythe rang in my ears. I flinched, not realizing I was the one making a sound. I looked down at myself. Wait, why was I… naked? I realized that it was not my siblings, or parents, but me making that sound. I was finally able to transform? I almost screamed with delight.

"Mom!" I yelled. "Mom I'm a weapon now!" my voice faded as horror overcame delight. How did I… well… stop being a weapon?

"Angarika Effie Celosia, I'm so happy! How did you do it? I was afraid you'd never learn!"

"Wow, thanks, Mom. Anyway I was just thinking about what weapon I wanted to be and this happened. But, uh, now how do I get out?"

"Oh," she said with a chuckle. "Just think about being a human again!"

I exhaled. Okay, focus. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine myself being a human. I waited, but nothing happened. I also still wasn't clothed. That felt uncomfortable. I tried again and again. But nothing worked. It was like this for a few minutes, then I heard a knock.

"I'll get it," said my mother. She got up and left the room, headed for the door.

"Yes, hello?" she spoke.

"Hello, I'm-" I heard the door shut hastily.

Oh, no! Horrible images ran through my head. I imagined myself running into the room only to find my parents gone.

I felt myself changing back. After the tingling sense stopped I ran over to the kitchen holding a small house-key between my middle and ring fingers. Thankfully, my mother was sitting at the table, flipping through a magazine.

"Sale person," she said without looking up. "Wait, you turned back?"

"Um, yeah, I um… just, like thought about being a human."

"Cool. I hope you won't get stuck again."

"Is it okay if I went out for a walk? Like, in Death Park IV? Probably just till around 3 o' clock."

Mom glanced out the window. After a while she spoke up. "…I guess so, yeah. Just don't stay out later than 3:30, ok?"

"Love ya, bye!" I jogged out the door.

Ugh, this was annoying. I should be able to transform on will now! Why couldn't I? I was 14 and most weapons my age had meisters! I started to run down the track that was surrounded by trees, and I plugged in my headphones. I played my angry/frustrated playlist. It usually helped calm me down. But the music that blocked out all noise was only angering me more. I shut my eyes.

Why didn't I learn this? I worried in my head, the evil thoughts protruding through my normal thoughts of books and sarcasm. Am I retarded? Have my parents kept something from me? What if I was the stupid person? What if-

A hand tapped my shoulder.

"Hey, I like that song. Who's it by?" A boy with red, sagging eyes in a yellow and black sweatshirt asked me. He had ruffled white hair that was sticking up by a thick headband. It had two stickers; lips with a vibration sign on and another purple one with the word "Soul" on it.

I looked at him suspiciously. I backed away a few steps and said "Um, Breaking the Habit, by Linkin Park… who are you"

"Soul," he replied. "And you?"

"Angarika."

Soul took out his iPod. "What'd you say that song was?"

"Breaking the Habit, by Linkin Park. That's a nice headband. It's really cool." His eyes perked up a little when I said cool. He was a bit weird.

"Hey, do you want to play basketball with me tomorrow around 4? It'll be here at the basketball court."

"I'd love to, but I can't. I never really was taught how to, like, play. Like, ever. Also, I only know your name is Soul. Why should I trust someone who just asked me what the song I was listening to?"

Soul looked at me like I was a bit smarter than he thought, and I reached for my key in my pocket. I could just hit him in his neck and that would stun him. If he was a pedophile, I needed a weapon, and if I couldn't KO him, I'd just have to stun him and run away.

After seeing me reach for my key, he called out. "Maka!" Oh, no, was this a gang fight. I shoved the key between my middle and ring finger, round part clenched in my fist. Backing away, I began to feel my breath shortening.

But then a girl showed up and saw me starting to leave.

"Oh Soul, she said. Were you flirting again." She teased him.

"No! That's totally uncool. I just wanted to play basketball with her." He said in an aloof-sounding tone.

"Well, don't you think that's creepy? A total stranger walks up to you and asks if you want to play a game? YOU SOUND LIKE A PEDOPHILE!" She turned to me and smiled. She looked sort of embarrassed about the charade. "Sorry. Soul is weird. You don't have to play with him, he's a bit lazy anyway."

I felt weird. I decided to go with a threat. "I don't want to until I know you. And if you pester me after I tell you to stop…" I paused. Then I shouted "THEN I'LL BRING MY MEISTER!"

"Wait, wait. You're a weapon? I don't think I've seen you around the DWMA… Are you a liar?" He said in a mocking voice.

"Ugh, fine! I'll play basketball with you. But I can hurt you!"

The girl I assumed was Maka said "You don't have to worry about him, but you don't have to come over tomorrow."

I stole a glance at my watch. It read 3:00

"Holy crap, I've got to go! Bye!" I said.

As I was turning around, Soul called after me, "I'll only be there till 5:00!"

"Okay!" I ran off home, trying to let in the events of the day sink in.