Hello this is Emio Shira and this is my second Fan Fiction. _ Time does fly by when you are writing!
I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT! ^-^
Hello my name is Maka; I am 14 years old and a student at DWMA. I have decided since Soul wants to be famous and all, I will lend him a hand with this so called… dream. Everyone knows infamous people get famous by scandal, so I will be posting Souls diary online!
SOULS DIARY
Dear Diary,
Well I was walking down the hall with my swag, wait, it was more than just fucking swag. It was the walk of a GOD, THE COOLEST GOD EVER! Even cooler than KUNG-FU ACTION JESUS! Anyways, I was walking when Maka ran up and asked, "Hey Soul, do you have the present for Blair yet?" "Present for Blair?" I asked. Maka looked at me with a puzzled face, "Yeah, she dose have her birthday like seven times a year right?" I thought to myself, "Blair, birthday, Blair, birthday, BIRTHDAY, BLAIR!" (Insert suspense music here.) "Nah, it isn't her birthday. Plus anyways, aren't I enough." I didn't actually say that in front of Maka; you know why.
When I got home there was music, karaoke, HORRIBLE karaoke. It was Blair. "IT'S THE EYE OF THE KITTY, IT'S THE THRRRIIL OF THE FIGHT, um, SOMETHING, SOME-,SOME-, SOME-, SOME-SOME-SOME, SOMETHIIIING!." Blair was throwing a party, it was pretty kick-ass but Maka DID NOT think so. "What the crap muffins is going on here?" Blair looked up at Maka, she had a bottle of vodka. "I'm having a birthday party!" "In out living room?" Maka yelled. Blair got up and responded in her drunkie voice, "Common and join us, it will knock the puberty out of you!" Maka took the stereo remote away from a man that looked like her dad… and it was her dad. "Dad? You know what I'm not even surprised!" Spirit called after her, "I love you!" Maka responded, "Go to hell."
Love,
the most awesomest person in the whole world who will become a DEATH SYTHE in a day or two because he is soooooooo cool like that,
Soul
P.S. Maka didn't stop the party after all, instead she started to sing don't stop believing by Journey. Imagine that.