Hey guys so this is my first time writing anything for fun, meaning other than school projects but I always get these ideas in my head and I finally decided that I was going to try to write. So please I don't care if you feel you are being harsh I want the brutal truth. (I wouldn't be opposed to softening the blow but don't sugar coat things.) If any one actually reads this letting me know how badly I did or what to improve on would be fantastic. Now without further interruptions here's my story!

Escaping My Past

Snow white hair and blood-red eyes dance in my mind, they seem familiar but I can't figure it out. Who has eyes like these? Why can't I remember? More and more I see those distinctive features in different ways but I feel like I'm looking too closely at a picture and I need to take a step back, but I just feel stuck. "Who are you?" I call out and I hear a deep-throated chuckle.

"You couldn't have forgotten me, idiot." As soon as the words came out of his mouth the picture focused as did my memories.

"Soul!" I gasped and flung myself at him, "Soul where have you been? I've been so lonely! You promised me you would always be with me!" expecting the familiar warmth of his embrace I look up shocked. He isn't facing me like he was before, instead he has his back facing me and his arms open wide. Time slows as blood flies through the air. I can feel the thick liquid splatter on my face and I realize, "I messed up."

Bolting upright in bed I scream, "SOUL! SOUL! NO YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME!" then I realized it was only just a dream. No matter how much I wish for a different outcome there is nothing I can do. What happened that day will never change.

Adjusting my favorite coat around myself I noticed that it isn't the same feeling. If only my friends could see me they would be surprised at how much I've changed. Collecting my books I stuff them into my bag, I don't have time to make things organized I'm going to be late on my first day!

I'm not accustomed to the weather in japan yet one minute it's sunny (but not nearly as hot as death city in Nevada) the next clouds have created a barrier and the rain pounds down like there's never been a drop of sunlight. Running to school I pass many people wearing identical outfits, blue blazers with black pants on the boys and bright yellow dresses for the girls. "Is that the style in japan?" I wondered out loud, which earned me several puzzled expressions. Oh shoot! I was speaking in English! I'm going to have to learn how to speak Japanese if I'm ever going to survive here.

Looking through the halls crowded full of people I realize one of them must know where my classroom is. Not being comfortable around boys I decide to tap the first girl who passes by on the shoulder. A pretty girl in a yellow dress with perfectly coiffed curls that reach her waist directs me with very broken English to where I should go. A sign hanging above the door reads "音楽室番号3" (sorry that's Google translate I don't know how correct it is. It's supposed to say music room number 3) I open the door and was caught in a bright light and a whirlwind of rose petals.

As my vision begins to clear I make out the outlines of seven people. Surely my class has more than that? When I can see everything I realize I am in a very large room with couches, tables and floor to ceiling windows. Not only that those seven people are gorgeous boys! Wow, maybe I could get used to this class. Rapid whispers are travelling between the boys and a tall boy with ink colored hair and glasses steps towards me. "Hello, my name is Kyoya Ootori and I am the classroom's vice president." His English is perfect and he has only the slightest accent. I am too shocked to speak. First of all I'm in a class with seven boys and no sign of a teacher, secondly it's my first day and I already don't want to be here and thirdly all eyes are on me.

"H-how do you d-do?" I manage to choke out, eyes on the floor blushing profusely. Suddenly there are two pairs of arms encircling me and all I can think of is soul and black star. The two hugging me must have felt the way I stiffened because they instantly let go. Two identical faces framed with silky ginger hair were analyzing me looking for what could have caused my reaction, when they seemed satisfied both stuck their hands out at the same time. "Hey there cutie, we're the Hiitachin twins Hikaru and Kaoru." In perfect synchronization and with an accent that I found suiting for them they greeted me. Mori, Honey, Haruhi, and Tamaki had more normal greetings, just stating their names and giving me a friendly smile. When they finished their introductions I realized the silence was them waiting for me to return the favor.

"Hello, my name is Maka Albarn and starting today I will be joining your class." My voice barely audible and filled with fear brought concerned looks upon my new classmates' faces. Amazing chestnut eyes met mine as Haruhi asked "Is everything okay, Maka?" but before I could answer I was assaulted by questions. "Where was your old school?" "Why did you move?" "Why don't you have a uniform?" "Have you always been this shy?" "Can you tell us a bit about yourself?" I decided to take the questions one at a time.

"My old school was in America more specifically Nevada, I don't have a uniform because being unique is something I take pride in and I don't do dresses, and no I was very outgoing. Okay, well back home I had a few friends that I cared for more than anything else, they were my family and they were always there for me. Other than that I enjoy studying to get the best grades I can. I am here because of scholarship." Taking a deep breath I glanced upwards feeling more confident than I had until I received another question. Meeting Kyoya's eyes I realized he is not one to miss anything.

"Is there a reason you didn't answer about why you moved?" Pointed teeth drawn in the most beautiful smile, a black headband holding back his pure white locks, and that permanent look of relaxed confidence in those easy-going crimson orbs. Fighting back the tears I managed to reply,

"Sometimes the closer you are to someone the less you realize the impact they can have on your life." With that Kyoya smirked and began writing in a small black notebook. The others had begun chatting in English probably for my benefit but still I picked a seat by a window in the corner took out one of my books and began reading, well I tried to read but how could I concentrate? I haven't been able to since…

"Maka, I love you." The words resonated through my head, replaying over and over, "Maka" "Maka" "Maka, I'll always be there to protect you because I love you." "You are my partner and I would do anything for you." "I will always be here right by your side." You lied Soul.

Ok so that was the end of my very first chapter! If there are spelling mistakes i deeply apologize but it is 2:00 in the morning. please let me know how i did! all i want to do is improve and share my stories with people and i can't do that without some technique building criticism