BEEP BEEP BEEP! Maka groaned and flailed her arm around, trying to get her dreaded alarm clock to stop screaming at her. After listening to the squawking of the clock and her hand hit the table for about a minute with no success, she lifted her head off the comfy pillow, eyes still half closed, and gave a final slam, finally reaching her mark. She sighed and face planted back into the pillow. Peace at last...
SLAM! "MAKAAAA! TIME TO GET UP FOR SCHOOL!"

'So much for peace' Maka thought as she dragged her body out of the warm bed and headed down the hall to take a shower. As the warm water trickled down her body, Maka thought about her life, as she usually found herself doing when she was alone. You see, Maka wasn't exactly your typical teenager and her father definitely was NOT what you considered normal, nor was his work. Well, I guess I should say their work. I know by right now your probably thinking, 'what the hell is she talking about? Just get on with the story!' well, I'm getting there, I just thought it would be fun to make some suspension. You're welcome.

Anyways, as I was saying, the Albarn's aren't exactly 'normal". They were angels. Yes, angels, like those things in books and on T.V.. Except, these angels are a bit different then your used to hearing about. Maka and her father, Spirit, worked a non-paying job of fighting off Kishin eggs. They're basically corrupted souls that could potentially turn into a monster called a Kishin, which a re NOT fun to have around, trust me. There "headquarters" is called the DWMA (don't ask what it stands for, it's "classified") and is ironically run by Lord Death. He and his son, Death the Kidd (yeah, daddy isn't exactly the most imaginative at picking names) are Grimm Reapers.

So yeah, that's the HQ, the job, who runs it... Oh yeah, the angels! Their appearances change so that they look different in their human form. They also fight with weapons, not powers, although they do use their souls as a nice power-up, there's no magic or anything like that. Final thing you need to know, angel's wings turn black when they are considered "fallen", which is when they do something against the rules of the DWMA. They aren't evil or anything, but they're still considered bad around the angel community.

Maka sighed as all this went through her own mind, her hand running through her short, brown-blonde hair. She had come back one day from the DWMA and found that her hair was short to better conceal her identity when in human form. She didn't mind to much after a while since it was still the same length in her regular body, not to mention it looked kinda cute. Maka turned the water off, got her towel, and dried off before getting dressed. Black t-shirt, light blue jacket, pink skirt, black shoes. That's what made up her outfit as she looked in the mirror, tying a emerald-green ribbon on one side that matched her eyes.

Maka left the bathroom, heading toward the kitchen to grab a bite to eat before heading out the door. Spirit was waiting there for her, a huge grin spreading across his face when he saw his daughter.
"Maka! You look so cute!" he said with an extreme excitement. Maka just rolled her ayes at her father, who did this almost everyday.
"Thanks dad, but I better get going or I'll be late to school" the blonde replied as she pried Spirit's arms off, grabbed a piece of toast, and rushed out the door, her bag flying behind her. School didn't actually start for another hour, but the library was always open, and being the bookworm she was, she loved spending her mornings among all of the books. If only she knew what would meet her in class that day, she might have stayed in that library forever.

...

Soul sighed as he looked at the building that was to be his new high school. 'Man, this is going to suck' he thought as he stepped onto campus and started looking for the main office. He could feel stares as he walked through the halls towards his destination, but he ignored this, too grumpy to care. He finally spotted the office and started walking towards it when he felt a strange feeling deep in his chest. He turned his head and found that he was right in front of the library. Soul shook his head as if to clear it and kept walking. 'well that was weird' he thought as he walked into the office, got his schedule, and started looking for room 105, Dr. Stein's anatomy class.

"101. 103. 107? Oh, there it is, 105" Soul muttered and walked into the classroom, that strange feeling returning. CRASH! Soul just stared and sweat dropped. A man with gray hair, a lab coat, and a screw in his head just fell backwards in his chair... 'Wait a minute, why is there a screw in his head?!' The man just stood up, picked the chair up, sat back down, and looked at Soul as if nothing had happened. Soul blinked at the man and just stared. Then his brain came back on. "I'm Soul E. Evans, they told me that this is my first period class. You wouldn't be Dr. Stein, would you?" The man just nodded and pointed towards the desks and said, "take a seat".

To the albino's surprise, there was someone already sitting in one of the desks in the far back corner, right by the window covered wall, a book shoved in her face. She had short, brown-blonde hair, and an emerald green ribbon that placed some of her hair in a side ponytail that matched her eyes. He didn't know what it was, but there was something strange about that girl, so he did what any cool person would do: he went and sat right in front of her. He placed his bad down and turned around so that he was facing her. Nothing. He leaned over the book...still nothing. Geez, what was with this girl? Soul finally gave up and decided he might as well actually try to talk to her instead of trying to annoy her when he would get no results.

"Hey, whatchya reading blondie?" Soul asked. The girl looked up, a look a slight surprise on her face.
"What?" she asked, as if she wasn't sure he was actually talking to her, but had mistaken her for someone else. She even looked around a bit, finding the room still empty other than Dr. Stein, and got even more confused.
"I said, 'whatchya reading?'" Soul repeated, his voice a mix of amusement and annoyance.
"Oh" she lifted the book so he could read the title before trying to go back to reading again.
"Is it any good?" he asked, very much intrigued that this girl wasn't chatting up a storm and trying to flirt with him.

She just nodded yes, a strange look on her face.
"Are you new?" she suddenly asked. Soul grinned, his teeth flashing. 'I knew you were like the others'.
"So you noticed? I'm Soul, Soul E. Evans."
"Nice to meet you Soul, welcome to Death City" she replied with a small smile. 'here it comes...' She went straight back to her book. Soul couldn't believe it, what was going on in this girl's mind right now? Is she trying to mess with his brain or is she just blind?

"So what's your name?" Soul tried again, his boredom seeming to disappear into thin air. She looked up once again,a questioning look in her eyes. She placed a bookmark on her page and set the book down, which Soul considered a small victory.
"Why do you want to know my name?" she asked. Soul had to resist face palming.
"You make it seem like it's an evil question." Soul replied, a look of mock hurt on his face. The girl laughed, making Soul smile.
"I'm sorry, I'm just not used to people talking to me that aren't in my group of friends".
"Well, I'm not like most people, so how about a name?"
"My name's Maka, Maka Albarn." she smiled a smile that seemed to glow.

There it was again, that weird feeling again, but he ignored it. Soul had a feeling he might actually like it here, and maybe, he'll be able to show Lor- SLAM!
"AHAHAHA! I AM THE ALMIGHTY BLACKSTAR, THE MAN WHO WILL DEFEAT GOD!" Soul just stared at the blue haired boy who had just come into the room screaming at the top of his lungs and had somehow got on top of one of the desks. The albino turned to look back at Maka, who just sighed like this was normal. 'Oh god, please don't let the whole screw and chair thing with Dr. Stein be normal too o_O' Stein fell right then, almost as if to prove Soul wrong. He whipped his head back around to look at Maka, and found to his despair that she just sighed again as she picked up her book to go back to reading. Yeah, this will definitely be interesting.