Hello readers ^-^ thank you for checking out my new story, anyways I'll apologize now if you don't like the idea of some of your favorite characters being kind of OOC. I will try and keep their original personality, so it will be more like I'm adding another side to them, giving them new attitudes. Yes, Crona is a girl in my fanfiction, I apologize if you disagree, and Ragnarok is human in this too.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything except my plot and story :)

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The dirty blonde girl had had enough. She was always judged by the way she looked, acted, and because she was a bookworm. No one knew this girl actually enjoyed listening to rock music full blast in her headphones. Or that she had gone to a night club, gotten banned from a store, went to motorcycle races & participated in them, and was liking the idea of dyeing a few streaks of her hair a different color. She could be a teacher's pet, but the part she hid from everyone was the opposite, a complete rebel. She could also be extremely violent but she managed to control it. Most of it, the furthest she went with the people around her was a 'Maka-chop' to the head. People think she is a good girl, straight A student with a perfect GPA, which is true, but her anger issues and changing attitude was getting to her. She needed an escape. No one saw this side of her coming, but most of all no one was expecting that she would buy tickets to escape the life she had in Death City.

She knew she would return someday, but until then, she would live the life she really wanted, and no longer hide the other part she had in her. Her dark side. Her name? Well most knew her by Maka, Maka Albarn, but after this day, the Maka Albarn everyone knew would be gone.

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The pinkette looked at the dresses on display in admiration. She let an accidental giggle escape her lips. She covered her mouth and looked around hoping nobody saw that. She put her usual gloomy facial expression on and continued to walk ahead with slumped shoulders. Everyone thought she was a normal(not really), shy, gloomy girl who stuttered a lot when she spoke. What they didn't know was that she could really be girly girl at times. Although most didn't even know she was a girl. She hated that but kept the thought held inside. One faithful day two sister demon pistols took her shopping. Neither of the sisters knew what gender the pinkette was so they decided to dress her in boy clothes just in case, they didn't notice the side glance the girl sent to the dresses and skirts in the junior section.

The pinkette was even into romance novels and wrote them too. She posted her work online, where her voice, no one thought she had, could be heard through words and paragraphs. Her pen name hid her identity and face. No one would know the shy girl sitting at the last row of the classroom had a voice inside of her. A voice that yelled, screamed, made snotty comments about people, wanted to be let out, but was held back. Her partner, Ragnarok, a boy who teased her yet cared for her, didn't know this side of her. He only heard the girl yell or curse under her breath very few times so he suspected nothing. Some partner and best friend he was.

But that didn't matter, she could make new friends, become more social, confident, everything, in one day. Crona is her name, anyone who met her the next day would never forget it.

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Tsubaki, the silent red camellia flower, a girl so nice and could never hurt a fly. Wrong. She could, in fact she made disgusted faces each time she saw an insect. She was silent, most of the time, wasn't shy, just kept her really loud voice restrained. She was actually not the actual complete opposite as her partner, which is why she knew how to handle him, since they actually had something in common. Most people thought of her as a very polite person whom you can trust to keep your secrets, this however is true, but if you hurt her once, well, let's just say she can hold one heck of a grudge. She will get back at you. Revenge is sweet, just like the personality she shows to everyone each day. However this sweet candy had a sour after taste.

This raven haired girl could be a really mean person if you messed with her or her friends. She made rude comments in her head about, well, anything that bothered her. This tsubaki flower was dark, it's aroma gone, but it's looks deceiving, kind and alluring. She can be the nicest girl you ever met, or the scariest. Never underestimate a girl. A harsh lesson her partner and friend would learn the next day.

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The Thompson sisters. The two devils Brooklyn feared and hated. The two girls who were taken in by Lord Death's son and became his partners, completing his 'symmetry' as he so often called it.

The older one was known for being girly, social, out going, and scared of ghosts. Sure, she was once one heck of a trouble maker, a devil, whatever they called her, but she is actually very kind and hated inflicting pain on people. She hated the thought of it, but when living in New York, that was the only way to survive for her and her sister. She is very superstitious, as everyone knows. A 'scaredy cat' as her sister says, but that is just one of her many flaws. Thought to be a 'girly girl', which she is, but she actually enjoys doing things such as skate boarding and learning tricks. It all started one day when her meister had left his demon skate board behind, carelessly left on the floor in front of the DWMA when he had an outburst worrying if he forgot to fold the edges of the toilet paper into a triangle. The girl, Liz, looked from side to side checking her surroundings, and decided to give the board a try. She hoped on and rode it like there was no tomorrow on her first try. She loved the feeling of the wind blowing against her face.

Since that day she would secretly go to skate parks where she met a couple of new friends. Liz started to even like playing basketball with these new friends of hers. She felt like she had freedom from all her worries at the park. Some would even call her a tomboy. She even stopped painting her nails since they kept on getting chipped and simply got in the way of every new sport she learned to play. No one from the DWMA, or even her closest friends, knew this side about her, they didn't know that she wanted to leave and live a wild life where she can have fun while riding her board. Only her sister did, because, well, they never kept secrets from each other.

Now on to the next Thompson sister. Patty, the always energetic girl who enjoyed, drawing, and doing all things childish. But what no one knew was that one day she had gone to the library to check out a book on giraffes, only to get distracted by actual books(no offense intended to giraffe books). She grew to like having knowledge and got into poetry. She was actually always an observant girl but she hated when things got serious so she would try to cheer everyone up. After a few months this girl had the ability to graduate early, just like her friend Maka, but something always held her back from doing so, her friends and most importantly, her sister. So she hid this secret 'power', or side, of her.

She did not want to leave her sister behind, especially not when Liz had gotten those new punk friends of hers, Patty felt they were trouble. Not that she had much of a right to talk with the things she did back in Brooklyn. Patty was actually very smart & wise but not just that, she was a fast thinker. If it came to it, she could beat a whole gang in a matter of a few minutes, she had an escape to every situation, when she lived in the streets with her sister this came in handy. With the brains, advantage, and everything else she had she could perhaps even rule a whole town. But of course she would never go that far.

But for those who underestimate her capabilities, they sure are in for one heck of a hell.

These two girls, combined, would be the girls who can do it all, sports, beauty, brave, strength, and would gain courage. They will finally get to be who they always wanted, always were, but hid, and no one could stop them. Liz and Patty, an unstoppable pair of sisters, no one would stop them from what happened the next day.

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The green eyed girl had planned it all out, how she would run away, just for a while, and have the free life she always wanted. And out of the reach of anyone who wanted to stop her.

She stood with her arms crossed, against a tall grey wall with graffiti written all over it, and with a defiant glare on her face. She wore a black hoodie, the hood covering her hair color and sunglasses shielding her emerald orbs, despite the fact it was already night time. The dark blue denim jeans she wore had rips at the knees and thighs, her converse worn out, but she chose to keep the shoe laces tied, part of her will always be a good girl.

She had been waiting an hour and a half for the tickets and fake identities she ordered from some shady guy. Her right foot tapped impatiently on the dirty concrete ground, I swear, if this guy cheated me I'll make sure he pays for it. Maka clenched her jaw and knit her eyebrows together. She snapped her head to the right where she heard footsteps. A teenage boy wearing a dark blue hoodie (the hoodie covering half his face and hair), black jeans, and with his hands in his pockets walked up to her.

Maka stood up straight with her fists clenched by her sides. "Why are you late?" Her tone was harsh. The teenager looked up and spat to the side. He cleared his throat making a disgusting noise causing the girl's eyebrow to twitch. "I had to do do some last minute work, alright? I'm busy." Maka's fists released it's previous clenching, but her fingers still twitched.

"Did you bring the tickets and ID's?" she demanded. The teenage boy nodded. He took the said items out of his sweater pocket and handed them to her. Maka studied them in her hands. She was smart enough that she can tell a real one from a fake from a mile away, she was satisfied to find these were real, though stolen. "Thanks." Maka handed the boy the cash from her jeans pocket. "You didn't buy this from me." the boy said taking the money and left without another word.

Maka grinned and looked up at the laughing moon. She smiled widely, I'm finally getting my freedom. She got out her portable small mirror. She fogged up the glass and dialed a set of digits. Tsubaki picked up in a matter of seconds, she was obviously awaiting her call.

"Did you get them?" Tsubaki asked as she stared at her emerald eyed friend. Maka nodded and waved the tickets and ID's to their new life in front of the small mirror. Tsubaki gave her a nod of approval. "Call Crona while I'll call Patty and Liz." Maka said, "When do we leave?" Tsubaki said blankly but Maka could detect a hint of grief in her indigo eyes, knowing she was thinking about her loud partner, Black*Star.

"Tomorrow after school, we meet at the train station, but we can leave a little later if you want." Maka said, she too would miss her best friend and partner Soul, the girls knew they would come back but even so Maka wanted to spend one last day with him, the other boys, and the DWMA.

Tsubaki shook her head on the other end. "It's fine, we decided this was for the best, we will come back, but before that. We need to live life while being who we really are. When we return we will be ready to show them the truth." Maka nodded and flashed a smile of determination. "Yes, because this is the part of us that Death City never knew." she then sighed, "Imagine their face expressions when they find out we ran away. Anyways, we're also going to need a huge makeover."

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That's it for today, I hope you enjoyed. I forgot who wrote this song, but as I wrote this I couldn't help but think of the song 'Good Girls'. It has a verse that says: 'good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught.' :)

Thanks for reading, I'll update as soon as I can (since I'm still managing other stories). Bye :)


Edit: Yes I am continuing this. But first I am editing and fixing any errors I can find. I apologize for the wait. Anyways, talk about a long title, I am clearly not the best with them, or summaries. I'll try to come up with something better.