It's been seven days since the devastating yet successful final fight against Asura Kishin. They say physical pain heals, but not emotional pain…
"What a joke. I can't believe you were the one who made Soul a death scythe. Weakling. How pathetic," the girl smirked, then continued, "You know what? I'm surprised Soul hasn't left you yet, considering the fact that you are a flat-chested, ugly, and ungifted nerd. Cool people like Soul don't match with nerds. It's a surprise that you two are able to resonate."
Maka faced her open locker, resisting the urge to turn around and start an argument. She just calmly put her textbooks and binders inside the metal compartment, trying to act as if she was ignoring the girl's words. The hate-filled words did sting, but she didn't want to break down and show the girl that she, is in fact, weak.
She fidgeted with her things until, finally, the girl left. She met up with Soul, who was waiting for her outside. Ignore her. You can't let one Soul-fangirl break you, when there are sure to be hundreds more waiting to hurt you, she told herself mentally.
Speeding down the streets, Maka tightened her grip on Soul's waist, as if the ground was a mob of Soul-fangirls and if she fell down, she would fall to hell.
"So, how was your day?" Maka didn't notice that Soul had asked her a question because she was drowned in her thoughts. She took a moment to reply.
"Fine."
The rest of the trip was silent.
When they reached home, Maka just walked into her room and fell onto her bed face first, forgetting about having to do homework or eat dinner. She didn't really have an appetite anyway.
Tomorrow's a new day. A fresh, new start is what I need.
But, of course, a new day is just a new day.
Maka woke up to the sound of a constant ringing. Alarm clock. Maka was not in the mood to go to school, but she knew she had to. School was what drove her to wake up. She knew it was the only thing she was good at, and she was always competing to be the top of her class.
She quickly dressed, as realization hit her - she had forgotten to do her homework. Shoot, she thought. It was also her turn to make breakfast. She made an omelette as fast as she could, but there wasn't enough time for her to make another one. Instead, she grabbed a granola bar and left the omelette on the table for Soul.
Soul walked into the kitchen, rubbing his sleepy eyes. He had stayed up late that night, making a present for Maka. Why a present? Well, it was her birthday today. He didn't want to give it to her yet, he decided he was going to wait until after school. He saw an omelette on the dining table, but noticed that there was only one, and Maka wasn't there eating either. Stupid Maka, Soul thought. Always putting others before herself. He smiled at her kind actions and gobbled up his breakfast.
Maka took a quick glance at her clock, and realized it was 7:50, and school started 8. Dammit, she thought. No time to finish homework. She grabbed her things, went into the kitchen to find Soul already ready to go, and ran outside with him to hop on the motorcycle.
My first fanfic. Sorry for the short chapter. Please RR. No flames plz. (^ω^)