Author's Note: In case you didn't read the description, this story takes place in a normal high school, otherwise known as not the DWMA. Sorry, guys. But I do really enjoy it when people read and review my stories. So please do so! Please?
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"And that's all for today, class!" Dr. Stein called out as the bell chimed. "Make sure you do the worksheet on ionic bonds I handed out for Monday,"
Papers rustled and zippers zipped as the students filed out of the classroom. The last thing anyone wanted was to spend another minute in science class on a Friday.
Everyone except Maka Albarn. She was a good student, the kind that every parent wants their daughter to be. She especially liked her science class, which was actually for juniors. She had been moved up a year with a recommendation from her old teacher, Mr. Sid. Maka liked to spend her free time at school alone in the library reading or doing homework instead of hanging out on the quad like everyone else. She had always kind of been a loner.
While Maka carefully put her pens back into her pencil case, someone's giant backpack knocked the books in the corner off her desk to the ground. She looked up to see who it was. The white-haired boy didn't even turn around to apologize. Rude! Maka thought, annoyed. Does anyone at this school have any manners? Who was that guy anyway? She sighed and bent down to collect her books. Standing up, she brushed the eraser shavings off her yellow sweater-vest and red plaid skirt before walking up to Dr. Stein's desk. "Thank you, Dr. Stein,"
"Oh, Maka," he said, his face softening. "How are you?"
"Good," she replied automatically. Not really. She thought. That queen bee, Arachne, had tripped her in the hallway "by accident" for the third time this week. And then she went and made it worse but apologizing so profusely that it was glaringly obvious she wasn't sorry at all. Just because she was popular didn't mean she had to be such a bitch about it.
"Good, good. Oh, before I forget," Dr. Stein said, reaching over his messy desk to a pile of papers. He pulled one out of the middle and handed it to Maka. "Nice work on your lab report,"
Maka took the paper and saw the giant, red 100 at the top. "Thanks, Dr. Stein," She glanced at the clock. "Well, have a good weekend!" She said, excusing herself.
"You too, Maka," Dr. Stein said, turning back to his stack of papers.
Maka walked out the door, closing it gently behind her. It's 3:10 right now. She thought. I could either go home or do some homework in the library.She shook her head. Definitely library. Dad probably has "company" again.
Rolling her eyes, Maka set off for the sanctuary of the library.