[Death City]
Death City, an average morning just like any other. Windy, cold, heated, creepy. The mixture of emotions and weather patterns as usual, taking an odd effect on the strange people whom took residence in the area. It was a very odd city, populated by odd people, centered around an odd school. In that, it's not surprising that a young teenager could be left on the streets for so long. Some are forgotten and some are saved, the others aren't so lucky. Those who are left behind become bitter, they'll soon be corrupted by the dim lights of the city and live for only one purpose: Destruction.
Maka Albarn, she wakes up in an abandoned apartment every morning. This morning, she followed her Saturday routine.

"MAKA!", a woman's voice carried, as a large, pampered lady busted down the door.

"Maka Albarn! How many times do I have to tell you to stay away!", she now grabbed the girl by the back of her leather jacket, pushing her outside. Maka was very poor, she didn't have much to convince the lady she'd be an average residence at the small apartment, no matter how well she'd behaved or what little complaints there were for the neighbors. She looked like, and was easily dubbed, a trouble maker. The black leather jacket she wore hid the loose, barely torn white t-shirt that covered the tip of her plaid, red mini skirt. For shoes she made due with white sneakers, that were quickly outgrowing her as they began to slightly pinch her feet.
This was normal, she'd been living this way for almost two years now.

" , lovely to see you as always.", Maka sarcastically smiled.

"Unless you have some kind of payment, GET YOUR ASS OUT OF MY APARTMENT BUILDING.", screamed.

"I already told you, as soon as I take care of these last few payments, i'll pay you too. It's under control, I promise.", Maka falsely reassured herself as well as the furious woman.

"No more chatter, GET OUT OF HERE!", the woman pushed her out by the scruff of her unfitting leather jacket, slamming the door shut behind her as she pushed her down the long medal steps winding down the three rough stories of the apartment complex. Her favorite, empty building, which nobody took residence in, was on the third floor. She'd been shoved down these stairs far more than necessary.
After stumbling down the final steps, she picked herself up, dusted herself off once more, and took a walk down the street. The neighborhood was very narrow, not too many houses surrounding it. Only the line of apartment buildings and the occasional dark ally. Typical, ideal spot for Death City in her opinion.
There was a park not too far from here, she turned the corner, heading down the street facing five blocks that now stood in her path, separating her from the quiet place. The park had been usually empty, not too many people inhabited the area. It was a good place to get mugged, or attacked. Though the crime rate mostly consisted of routy teenagers, and false accusations courtesy of Maka, getting on somebody's bad side. She was good at this, she was better at being alone. This was the way she liked it, nobody relying on her, nobody she would be forced to rely on.
Maka shook the many bad memories out of her mind and made her way to the small park. Once there, she took a spot on a bench, under the shade of a weeping willow tree. There were words, phrased, and names carved into the wood of both the benched picnic table and the old, falling tree.

"Another boring day. Great.", Maka thought.

"When am I finally going to have the guts to stand up to her, I always tell myself i'm going to do it but I always end up here. How uncool.", she murmured to herself.

"Yo,", a rough voice called behind her.

"Who are you,", she asked the teenage boy approaching her. She didn't have to turn around to know it was a boy, his voice was so deep and jagged she could tell. It was like that of a shark. So amusing.

"What? Already with the questions? All I said was 'yo',", he replied, taking a seat across from her on the bench. Maka held her head down so she was unable to see his body or face.

"Well i'm not exactly interested in conversation, so if you'll excuse me.", she picked herself up from the table, walking away.

"You're not even gonna tell me your name?", he asked, following her.

"Nope,", she walked down the hill, away from the willow sulking in the wind, and tread down a narrow cement track.

"What are you doing in a place like this? It looks deserted.", he asked once again, still treading behind her.

"Go away.", she stated in her firmest voice.

"I just came to talk to you because I think that's my brothers jacket. He had one just like it, but it went missing and now he blames you for stealing it.", he laughed a bit, "You could say you're well known in the area as a thief."
She didn't have to look at him to tell he was smiling.
Maka sighed and stated, "So i'm 'well known', but you still don't know my name.", she imitated his voice.

"Yeah, not cool I know, but anyway, can I just have it back so I can, you know, get out of your hair?", his voice was calm, not demanding yet no restraint.
She didn't reply, she unzipped her jacket quickly and threw it behind her at the boy, pacing faster along the narrow tracks.

"How nice, this isn't even his size.", he thought to himself. He'd be unable to catch her, he'd only hope she would be there tomorrow so he may return it to her.

[Next morning]
Maka received no sleep that night, it became too cold and unbearable around midnight or so. She usually stayed awake unless she was in the comfort of the abandoned apartment. The woman scouted the apartment shortly after she'd kicked Maka out, she'd done this before and had learned the hard way. At one point she tried nailing the door shut, only making it harder on everybody.
She was hungry, she hated to admit it. Her jacket and minimum luxury had been taken from her.

"Oh well", she thought as she shrugged it off.
A familiar voice had interrupted her thoughts once more, as she bowed her head in abrupt shame.

"I thought I told you to go away", she warned.

"I just wanted to return this.", he said, carefully placing the jacket on her shoulders as he stood behind her.

"Get away, don't touch me", she said, this time more irritated than the last.

"What? I can't do you a favor without you yelling at me? How uncool.", he stated firmly.
Maka got up and proceeded to walk away, ignoring the boy who once more followed her path.

"Go away!", she commanded once more, pacing faster.

"Tell me your name and i'll leave.", he stated.

"Maka Albarn, go away.", Maka replied, refusing to look at him even once.
He smirked slightly as he replied,

"Soul Eater."