Diary of a Meister

by CSMichaelis

On her first day, Maka begins a diary, a place to record all of her fears, anxieties and events that occur during her time training at the DWMA

1. Chapter 1

Diary Entry 1

I've finally made it... The DWMA, and it's just like Mama said it would be. I have to admit that I'm a little nervous, I don't really know what to expect but I'm also kind of excited.

I wonder what my partner will be like, Mama said she knew hers pretty quick. I guess that's another reason to worry, that's how she met Papa.

What if after everything...I can't trust anyone enough to find a weapon partner?

It's hard to learn to trust people when you can't trust your own father. It hurts me to say that but it's true. After what he's done to Mama, I don't know if I can ever really put faith in anyone. Trust is a big factor You literally have to put your life in their hands, it's a two way street of course.

Aside from my many fears, I have to say that when I first got here, after I finally set my mind to making the long journey to the top of the stairs outside of the Academy, I realized that Death City is a beautiful place. Mama always told me it was, but I never imagined what the view could be like at the top of it all.

Tomorrow, there's going to be a social for the students, we've been told to take our time to find the weapon that we can match our soul wave lengths with, I don't expect to find someone soon. There's so many students in my class, I doubt any of them would even consider it. They're all so sure of themselves.

I know that this is something I have to do, I promised Mama that I'd do everything I can to be as good a meister as she is, maybe one day I'll make my weapon (If I ever find one) stronger than my dad. I just hope I don't end up letting Mama down. She was the best when she was here, it wouldn't look good if her daughter couldn't keep up.

Still, I can't stop thinking that somehow, I'll disappoint her. As she always says " Be brave Maka, take heart, it'll all work out the way it's supposed to."

A part of me already just wants to go home and forget about it, maybe I'm not meant for this I guess I'll see what happens tomorrow, maybe I'll find my place at the DWMA. Or maybe it's just wishful thinking.