I don't own Soul Eater

There was a new kid in class today. "Class, this is Soul Eater. He will be in class with you guys from now on," said Dr. Stein, Maka's homeroom teacher.

His eyes were crimson red. His hair was white and he was wearing a black shirt and dark jeans. He was wearing a couple bracelets on his wrists. Maka noticed all the girls checking him out, and she didn't blame them. Snap out of it Maka! He's way out of your league.

I hate it when people look at me like this. This wasn't Soul's first time being the new kid at school. They were all the same though. But at least he wasn't home. Any place was better than there. With him. His mom had abandoned him when he was little and left him with his father. And let's just say, he wasn't the nicest person in the world or anything near nice. But Soul couldn't wait to get away from everyone. He had some Mary Jane in his pocket just waiting to make him fly and forget everything else. Then he could care less what his 'dad' did to him. Or maybe he'd get lucky. Maybe he would O.D. like his older brother, who had died three years ago. Who had left him alone. In hell.

So here's a new fanfic. Please read and review and have a good rest of your day\night!