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P.S. I do not own any of the characters or places in the story. The DWMA and all characters except Reece and John are not mine, and all rights go the Soul Eater franchise.
Okay, here we go...
She flipped the pages of the book carefully, glancing at the inhaler on her desk every few paragraphs or so - her dorm room was way to stuffy in the summer.
A knocking came from her plain white door a few moments later and she stood, brushing off her yellow sundress and adjusting her glasses before turning the knob.
"Hello?- Oh. Hi, Kid." The boy nodded once, vaguely, the most prominent thing on his face being the insistent twitching of his left eye.
"Um, Kid?-"
"Y-your dress is - i-it's-"
She quickly looked down, wondering if she'd accidentally left it unbuttoned-
But it was merely crooked, shifted slightly to the right with a strap hanging off her shoulder. The blonde rolled her green eyes, adjusting it quickly and flushing when Kid grabbed her straps and made sure they were perfectly even.
"Y-you wanted something?-"
"Oh, right." He coughed and straightened his jacket, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his slacks as his cool demeanor slowly drifted back.
If only I could look cool like that, she thought once, crossing her arms and toeing the ground slowly.
"My father wanted me to tell you that if you don't find a weapon soon, you'll be forced to join the NOT program, Reece."
Her posture stiffened and she snapped her head up, her balance betraying her as she began to tilt forward, towards the floor-
Kid caught her by the shoulders and propped her upright, glancing down at her petite frame as if she was a clown.
"B-but I can't join the NOT program, my mother will kill me! And it's not my fault no one wants to be my partner, Kid, and it's not my fault I can't do anything!-"
"I know. Anyways, I'm not the one you should talk to about this, Reece. The new students are coming tomorrow. Maybe one of them will like you. It's a long shot, but just maybe." He bowed his head before turning down the hall, leaving a very stunned, very fuming Reece with her mouth gaped open like a fish.
Reece pulled her lips into a thin line before stepping back into her room, kicking the door shut with her foot and collapsing back onto her mattress.
It's not fair, she thought angrily, rolling onto her side and bunching the pink duvet in her fists.
Reece had never really been any good at sports - or anything that'd involved running - so it had come as a relatively large shock when her mother had announced she was going to be attending the DWMA. So big of a shock, in fact, that Reece had locked herself in the bathroom with a pillow, a box of cereal, her inhaler, and carton of milk, and wouldn't come out for a week. When she finally did, she packed a suitcase of clothes, another of books, and let her mother drive her to the train station that would take her towards her doom.
And when she finally reached so-called doom, which was in the shape of a large castle, she'd face-planted going up the stairs. The stairs that had caused her to stop multiple times, so she could suck on her inhaler like Darth Vader.
Naturally, everyone laughed, and it hadn't helped when no one talked to her all day. Or the day after. Or the day after. You get the picture.
She didn't have friends, and only knew Kid and Maka from class, when Professor Stein had forced them to work on a project together - it'd been a dissection, and Reece had fainted after just hearing about it.
Basically, she was a loser, the butt of every joke, and most of all, was deemed the Crazy-head of the school.
There's always tomorrow, she thought quietly, hearing her father's voice echo the words a few times before disappearing.
"There's always tomorrow."
Author's Note: SO YEAH, there it is :) I'll update weekly, so every Saturday I guess. Adios Muchachas! (and Muchachos)