HI, PEEPS! I HOPE YOU LIKE THE STORY! IN THIS ONE, CORNA IS A GIRL!

Crona's POV

It was a heavy grey morning as I stepped out of my warm bed, planting my tired feet into the cold carpet on the rickety wooden floor.

I sighed. Surely this day would bring nothing but trouble, as had all of the other days before it. It's just my misfortune.

I began to stretch, popping out all of the kinks in my back. My hair was in a pink frizzy mess as I stepped in front of my bathroom mirror. The dark circles under my eyes had returned from the previous night. Sleeping was one of the many things that I just didn't know how to deal with. Especially last night, with all of the tossing and turning over the anxiety of what would come today.

I picked up my black plastic hairbrush, running it a couple times through my knots. It pulled my hair, sending waves of pain through my head. Strand after strand of loose hairs fell to the sink. I pulled the brush one last time through my short hair and looked down at it, bristle side up. The once white bottom was covered with a layer of pink, soft, dead hairs.

I sighed, pulling them out and throwing the pink wad into a nearby wastebasket. I than picked up my toothbrush. Another one was sitting next to it, but it was barely used and almost completely untouched. Looking in the dirty mirror again, I could see a tiny black figure pop out of my back.

"Oh, hey Ragnarok," I said, handing the little creature his toothbrush. As normal, he threw it against my head, letting it fall to the ground and roll for a minute until it finally hit the side of the toilet.

"What are you doing up so early, huh?" he yelled at me. "I wanted to get some more sleep, you stupid girl!" he really doesn't get it.

"You sleep all of the time, Ragnarok." I said, giving him a light thump on the head. "You don't need any more sleep."

The creature looked at me with an annoyed expression.

"Whatever! I don't need your judgment, Crona!" and with that, he slithered back inside of me, probably going to sleep.

One last sigh escaped my throat. If this were any typical morning, I would have given in to his sleep wish. But unfortunately, it is anything but a normal day. This is one of those common days that I just don't know how to deal with.

My eyes are still filled with sleep as I bend down to pick up Ragnarok's toothbrush. The bristles are bent and smothered, but have not once touched the little demon's teeth. He had thrown the toothbrush so hard this time that there is now a crack running down the handle. Why he hates personal hygiene so much, the world may never know, but I have a great feeling that I have something to do with it.

Ragnarok and I are literally polar opposites. He is the bully; I'm just that shy kid that is open to attack. He hates hygiene, and I, well, need at least something to make me feel good about myself. He is in control of my every move, and I let him be, because I know that no matter what happens, we will be stuck together. Forever. And there is nothing that either of us can do or say to change that.

"Hurry up, Crona! How hard can it be to pick up a lousy toothbrush?" Ragnarok is very annoyed as I finally lift my head from under the smelly porcelain bowl.

"Oh. S…sorry Ragnarok, I didn't know you were waiting." I hand him the toothbrush again, only to see it whip past my ear, hitting the wall on the opposite side of the cramped bathroom.

I just sigh. I'm not going to go pick it up this time. He will only do the same thing over and over. I feel like his slave, sometimes. I do all of the work, while he just sits in my spine, asleep or just being plain out lazy, and at the end of the day, it is me paying for our food, paying the rent, and getting no respect.

"Ha-ha! You fell for it!" the black creature starts laughing hysterically, to the point where he can't breath properly. "You should see the look on your face, Crona! It's PRICELESS!"

"J…just shut up, already," I say, giving him a hard thwack on the head.

He stops laughing, giving me an angry stare before sinking back into my spine.

I smile a bit to myself. At least that is over with!

As I finish up in the bathroom, I hear a ding at the door. It must be Maka. She is the only one in the world who seems to notice that I even exist. Well, other than Ragnarok and maybe her partner, Soul. But she is my only true friend, and I am grateful for that.

I run to the door, stumbling over some piles of old laundry from last week and a couple of my schoolbooks. It may seem strange, but I'm actually… excited that she is here! I love it when I have someone to talk to that won't punch and torment me over every thing I say.

The door swings wide open, revealing the very girl who was just on my mind. I blush a bit, seeing as I am wearing nothing but my pajamas.

"Oh, Uh, hi… Maka," I turn my gaze to her green eyes, which glisten in the morning sun. "W…what bring you here… so early?" The last sentence is kind of choppy. Great! Now I have embarrassed myself in front my best friend!

She giggles a bit, making me blush even deeper. I don't know why, but whenever people laugh, I always feel insulted, as though the laughing is directed towards me.

"Oh! Hey Crona! Might I come in?" she looks over my shoulder, as a common gesture for the desire to enter. Oh, great! What will she think of my messy apartment? I can't let her in! But than again, I have to! She is my only friend! If I don't she will think that I'm hiding something!

"Uh… sure?" She smiles back at me, tilting her head to the side a bit, satisfied.

"Thanks!" She steps over the threshold with no hesitation. Now. I have come here to talk with you about something important."

"Y…yeah?" What could be so important that it wakes up you and your partner at six in the morning?

"You know my Dad, right?" she looks a bit less cheery at the mention of her Father. I don't know why, though. I would give anything to have a Dad that cares about me as much as he does her.

"Yeah?"

"Well, he has been saving up his money to buy us a group vacation!" Maka lightens up a bit when she Sais this. "We have voted, and we will go by plane down to Florida, where my Dad has booked us at a two large beach houses!" There is a light in her eyes that I have never seen before. This must be a great improvement in their Father-Daughter relationship, with her even agreeing to go.

"Um… Maka?" She looks at me with great interest.

"Yeah?"

"I… have… um… never been to a …beach… before…"

Her face droops a bit, surprised at my comment.

"Well, that's okay! You will have a blast!" She shoves a bag towards me, gesturing me to take it. "Here!" she Sais, with what trace of disappointment that may have been shown gone. "Tsubaki and I bought these for you! Put on the top outfit and meet us at the air port at around twelve!"

"Uh… thanks, Maka." I look up, but just in time to hear the door slam behind her. Looking out the window, I see her get into a bright red mini van and ride off.

What is in the bag? That is the next question to cross my mind.

Walking back into my dark room, I empty the content of the bag onto my bed. It shocks me (in a good way) of way I see. Tsubaki must really pay attention to what I like!

Before my lays:

Three strapless tops,

Three skirts to go with them

Two sun hats

Two sunglasses

Two bathing suits, one is a bikini, the other is a one piece

Three cover-ups

Four pairs of flip-flops

Two nice dresses

Two bottles of 90 SPF sunscreen

And a note that read:

Dear Crona,

Maka and me have picked out some of the cutest clothes in the mall for you to wear! We are all so excited to invite you (except maybe Black Star, but don't mind him)!A couple things we couldn't find for you were Pajamas, undergarments, and jewelry. If you would, please bring any of these things along with you, and please have a wonderful time!

From,

Tsubaki (and Maka)

P.S. You may bring whatever you want, as long as you have enough luggage!

P.P.S. If you have no luggage, Maka has left two suitcases at your door! Bye!

Reading the end of the note, I rush outside to find two pink suitcases of identical capacity leaning against my door. It must have been Maka who wrote in that last part. Only she would know that I have never been on a vacation in my life, there for I need no luggage.

The suitcases are heavier that I expected, so I have Ragnarok carry one of them, although he just takes advantage of the moment and bangs it against my head.

AS I enter my room again, I pull off my pajama top, folding it nicely before placing it in the first suitcase. I do the same with my pants. I walk over to my chest-of-drawers and pull open my pajama and sock drawer. I take about four of everything, as Maka has not said how many days we are staying. Closing the Pajama drawer, I look into my Sock drawer, removing four pairs of underwear and four bras (they won't take up much space in the suitcase).

I than turn to the pile of clothing on my bed. How am I supposed to wear these!? They are so revealing, and I don't think I can deal with my body showing so much.

But if it is the only choice I have, than it is the choice I will take!

I quickly pick out a strapless top. They come in three colors: Black, blue, and a pink so light, I could have sworn it was white! That is the one I pick. Turning to the skirts, there is one long white one, a pleated black one, and a short denim one with scruffy, torn up edges. I pick the black one. It will go better with the shirt. The flip-flops are all black, but two are extremely tall, one has a high heel, and one pair is just normal. I go with the tall ones. Maka is always telling me to try something new.

I quickly pack the rest up, just filling the first suitcase with enough clothes, undergarments, and toiletries as could fit!

I'm soon out of the house, locking the door, and on my way to the beach in Florida!