The small girl held her pile of books close to her chest, she had her nose into the brim of the books, trying to keep them steady in her hands. Textbooks, notebooks, and several books she had borrowed from her close friend. Happily, she walked down the crowded hallway, trying to get to her first class with enough time to talk about the plot with her friend before the lessons had to start.

She had her hair out of her face for once and instead in loose pigtails that hung below her ears. She had dulling blond hair that usually hung over her large bright green eyes, but since her Mama had sent a letter talking about how beautiful her eyes are, she decided to trim her bangs and pull the rest back more. Her thin body was draped in a long jacket, white button up, eggy-cream vest, and green striped tie. A red plaid skirt and her favorite boots also made up her outfit for the day. When she started the school year, she was under the impression that the school she was started had at least some sort of dress code, but she didn't mind since school wasn't really a time for looking nice, but a time to work hard and study. Train your brain to be as good as your body. She turned the corner, stepping into her classroom when her eyes shot up.

"Where is she?!" The voice was familiar and booming from the far side of the class room. She bolted to the side and went behind the wall, nervously setting her books down onto the floor. "I needed to see her about my essay!" The voice huffed again. She lowered down to sit on her knees, dropping a book to the side, hoping they didn't hear the loud thud it made. "What are you waiting for? Go look for her." Another voice said casually.

She knew better than to wait any longer, lifting up quickly; using her hand to shove herself into a running motion. Her hands shook as memories of her last encounter with those boys pushed into her thoughts. Her breath was heavy, as she ran as fast as she could. Most people were already in class, so there was nearly no hope for being saved. Her hands swayed out to the side quickly, and her boots smacked the floor hard as she ran. "There she is!" Her heart stopped as a hand gripped her jacket. She pulled herself out of it and scrambled around a corner, her eyes burning with fear. Skidding to a stop, she shot her head around and looked to a janitor's closet. She opened the door quickly and slammed herself in, shutting the door behind herself.

'Please please please don't find me.'

{Several Weeks Earlier}

Maka was walking home from school, a test paper in her hand and a pout on her face. "B-. Are you kidding me?" She began to stress, studying for that test for over an entire week apparently wasn't enough, but honestly; she couldn't do better than a B-? "Damn. . ." She huffed, opening her bag and shoving the paper inside.

"What?! Was that a swearing word from the great and proper, Maka Albarn?" She looked up from her bag to find a tall boy leaning over her with a sneer. She took in a quick breath and stepped back, lifting her arm up as he went for her bag, trying to knock his hand away. He grabbed in forcefully and began to look through it. "Oh, what's this?" He pulled up a book. He snickered, looking through the book and pulling out pages in clumps and tossing it behind him. "Maka, you have great taste in books."

"I just-That's brand new!" She said, trying to grab it again. He pulled it back and cocked out his foot, making her trip and land in a wet area of dirt. She lifted herself up, her knees scratched by the rocks and dusted in mud. She glared at him and went for her thing's again, and he forcefully kicked her to the side. 'Shit!' Her head hit the ground roughly, and her eyes nearly went black for a moment, as she tried to compose herself. He kicked her hard enough to knock the air from her lungs, and she spent a bit of time wheezing as she stood.

"Don't try that again." He said, voice stern, as he shoved the now ruined book into her bag. His laugh was bitter, as he kicked her once more in the back. "This isn't how I wanted to spend my Friday night, Maka, you shouldn't have pissed me off." He said as her small body went flying several feet.

She pushed up from a brick wall, and turned quickly, cracking his jaw hard. His face slammed to the side, and he lunged to her. He lifted her up and shoved her into a near wall, knocking her head into the thick stone, nearly knocking her out. "What.. What did I even do?" She asked, trying to shake the dizzy from her mind.

"You always act so prim, so proper, so perfect. You don't even have a weapon yet. How are you still higher than me in the ranks? I go on missions back to back, and you are still 20 spaces up than me." He grabbed her arm, she had tears welling up into her eyes, but it did nothing to stop him from slamming her into the wall.

By the end of his two-hour taunting and beatings, he left all of Maka's thing's next to her weak body. He had fractured her rib, busted her lip, swollen her left eye and slashed open her cheek just below that. She had bruises covering her stomach and back, and a rather large headache from hitting the wall so many times. Had she told her Papa, he would have handled it. Instead she went with the story that she had gotten into a rough situation with a keshin, and was unable to protect herself due to her lacking a weapon of her own.

{Present Time}

She breathed heavy, letting her body fall, landing on her knees. She scooted closer to the wall and tried to cover up her hard breathing with her hands. Her chest rose and fell in a heavy fit, and she was tainted in a cold sweat. The panic was running through her, and she was trying hard not to lose to much of her composure as she knew they would use that as a fear tactic.

Suddenly a loud slam hit the door, and she only thought of the boys, hitting the door to scare her. There was a loud shout of something, but Maka couldn't hear, the pounding of her heart was too loud in her ears. She started to cry, she couldn't handle it if that boy got ahold of her again. They hadn't put her through enough training for her to get out of another fight, and this time she was truly out numbered. Maka kept her breath as quiet as she could, her hands trembling. There were still traces of her last beating on her face, yellowish-green splotches on her face and body. None of which hurt physically, but the thought stung worse than when the beating was fresh. She pressed her back to the wall as she tried to keep the mops and brooms standing up right. She heard some shuffling outside of her door. She could picture the group of boys laughing and planning out their attack, tearing open the door, and smashing their hard fists into her face. Her eyes flooded in tears, but she didn't pull her scared eyes away from the door. She waited for the fate that was sure to come.

The door was torn open, and she couldn't help but scream, her terrified voice screeching though the halls.