This voice makes my head hurt. Funny thing is though that I used to love it so much once. I always sought out its soft warm words of approval. It never happened and I realized that it would never
occur. So I ran, I ran away from it and everything. But somehow it found me and now here I am hearing its coarse disapproving tone.
"I just don't understand how this could have happened? Aren't your teachers looking out for you?
How dare they send children to do this kind of thing. It's barbaric, When I figured out where you were
I should have dragged you back here." If you haven't figured it out this is the voice of my mother. It's
the first time in two years that we talk. But I could care less there's a bigger problem right in front of
me.
This girl whom I call my meister is sleeping on a chair at my bed side. She hasn't moved since I
got back from the infirmary. I feel guilty it's so uncool to have a girl worry about you like this.
"Mom keep it down there are other people here that are sleeping. It's rude to wake them up because
you're upset." I think I chose the wrong words, it just pissed her off even more. So I set my phone on
the night stand facing down. There was no point in arguing and besides I needed to take care of
Maka.
The idiot was going to get sore if she stayed in that position all night. So I got off my bed and
picked her up carefully before setting her down gently on my bed covering her with my blanket.
Her blonde hair covered my pillow, it was almost like an angel sleeping on my bed. And I liked, I
don't know why but for some reason I stopped listening to everyone that I thought once mattered. As
soon as I met her it was her voice that filled my mind. I grew accustomed to her kindness and
warmth. Two things that I was never used to, to conclude she was someone I would be willing to die
for in order to preserve her smile. I just had about enough with this woman barking through the phone. So I picked it up and held it to my ear.
"I want you to come home now!" Home? What was she crazy?
"What are you talking about mom? I am home." And with that I hung up the phone before turning it
off. I don't want anyone unpleasant to be calling throughout the night. I sit on the chair Maka was on
earlier and this time I look over her. I'll always look out over her, I'll tell her it's because I'm her
weapon. But in all honesty it's because she is my home, and I don't ever want to lose it. I'll guard it
with my life if I have to.
