Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater.

Maka P.O.V

I woke up in a daze, nauseously staring at my white ceiling. I had another bad dream, but then again, my whole life seems like a bad dream. My Mother left us a long while ago because my dead-beat Father couldn't be faithful to her, so I've been living with him and he's been attempting and failing at raising me ever since then. You don't know how many times I've had to explain that story.

I jumped out of bed and put on my daily attire; a white button down shirt, a green and white striped tie, and a tan sweater vest were what I put on first. Then I put on my red plaid skirt and my overcoat. It's been a few years, so I've had to buy bigger sizes of these clothes over time. My Father said that maybe I should try doing something different, but I just couldn't get rid of my signature look. I managed my hair into 2 dirty blonde colored pigtails that hung from the sides of my head and looked myself over in the mirror, just to make sure I looked half decent, and ran downstairs.

I trudged down the stairs, still half asleep, and walked into the kitchen, to find two white cakes on the counter. One was in the shape of a '1' and the other in the shape of an '8'.

Oh yeah, today was my 18th birthday.

Suddenly, Father jumped up from behind the counter and shouted "SURPRISE! Happy 18th Birthday, Maka!" He was wearing a dirty blue apron over a white t-shirt and sweat pants, and a bandana to keep his hair away from his face. He ran over to me and forced me into a bear hug. "Thanks Dad, but um, can you get off now, it's getting hard to breathe." He let go off me, and I took in a few deep breathes to regain oxygen. "Happy 18th, Maka. I've got a special surprise for you!" Then, he ran down the hall and into his room, where he brought out a big red bag. "Here! I was going to save it until tonight, but I thought that maybe you'd like to open it now! Besides, I've got a bunch of other things for you to open tonight." He then pointed to living area, where a bunch of presents were all on the floor, like it was Christmas. "Go on, open it! Besides, you don't want to be late for school." I looked at the clock and grumbled. Almost 7:15. 'Fine, let's get this over with.'

I reached my hand into the bag and pulled out all of the white tissue paper sitting on top. I reached my hand in to the bag further to discover something made of fabric. I glared at my Father. "It better not be underwear again," I said sternly. His head dropped, "But I told you that was an accident!" Anyway, I pulled out the fabric to reveal a black dress. It was simple; a short fitting sleeve, the neck line wasn't too low, and the dress itself ended just above my knee. It was also kind of flowing, having an empire waistline. It was very soft; I actually liked it! For once, my good for nothing Father was actually good for something!

"Go on, there's more!"

I reached my hand into the bag again to pull out a red cardigan. It looked amazing with the dress. 'Wow, two for two!'

"Oh, and one more thing for you to have. It's all the same gift, just not all in the same bag."

He went over behind the counter again and brought out a shoe box.

'Shoes too?! This birthday is turning out amazing already!'

He handed me the box, and I practically ripped the top off. I guess I was getting a little too excited, but I was even more excited when I saw the shoes inside.

They were red ballet flats with little black bows on them. They were so cute! This whole outfit was cute!

My Dad started to push me back towards my room. "Go put them on quick, before you're late! I'll drive you to school today."

I ran back upstairs and put the whole outfit on. I had to do a double take to make sure it was me that was staring back. I don't usually see myself in something other than my normal outfit, and definitely not something like this. It was perfect!

I dashed back down the stairs, and my Father was grinning widely at me. "Aww, Maka you look so cute!" He hugged me again, and I let him. I mean, he did get me this amazing outfit.

I looked at the clock again, and began to feel anxious. "Okay, let's go! Or else I'm gonna be late to school!"

We ran out to his black pick-up truck (shabby, I know right?),when he suddenly realized that he had forgotten his keys inside. "I'll be right back." and he rushed inside to locate his keys. I was standing in the driveway when suddenly I noticed a Moving truck across the street. Upon closer inspection, I saw a family a four talking on the lawn. They were all unusually attractive.

The mother was medium sized height and was very slim, and had semi-long black hair and thin glasses. She was wearing a light pink sundress, and she had on sandals for shoes. It all looked like it was made for her; she looked like a model. The father was no slouch either. He was very handsome. He was pretty tall, and had black hair, just like his wife. He had on a dress shirt, nice pants, and dress shoes, like he worked at a very high up place.

But what really caught my eye, were the sons. Both of them had an ashy- gray colored hair; almost the complete opposite of their parents. They had to have dyed it; but, what siblings would dye their hair the same color? The younger looking one looked about my age. He was a little taller than his mother, but was still shorter than his older brother and his father. He had on a yellow-orange and black varsity looking jacket on, and red pants. 'Hm, those are some pretty strange clothes.' His shoes were the same colors as his jacket, and had a somewhat strange design on them.

The older brother just looked like an older version of his brother and a younger version of his father. If you took a picture of the three and lined them up next to each other, I would say it was the same person that had pictures taken throughout different times in his life. He looked like he was most likely in college, or at least around that age group. He was wearing a white button down shirt and black pants; like a less fancy version of his father. They were quite the group.

I didn't even realize I was staring, until the Mother looked over and saw me, and gave me a warm smile. I snapped out of my daze and returned one, and waved at her. The rest of them turned around to see who she was looking at. I continued waving, when I realized that the youngest son was staring at me very intensely. I turned my face away a little, embarrassed. Thankfully, my Father burst out of the house.

"Sorry I took so long Maka! Anyway, let's go! Looks like you're already late."

"Right!" We both jumped into the truck and we drove off quickly.

I let out a sigh, and looked in the rear view mirror to check my hair, when my heart nearly stopped. Even as the houses were starting to disappear over the horizon, I could still see that boy staring at me.

'Who is he?'

Soul P.O.V

'Moving is so stupid. I don't see why we needed to move anyway. Just because a few kids jumped me and I put them in the hospital, doesn't mean we needed to move. It wasn't even my fault.'

We were on the highway, following the Moving truck to our new home down in the suburbs. The only reason we were moving is because I got into a big fight.
I had a pretty bad rep with the kids at school. They hated me, and I hated them even more. I got into a lot of fights at school, but I always won. Then one day I was walking back from the gas station down the street from my house and these 3 kids that practically loathed my existence tried to jump me. It didn't work. After I beat those guys up and they needed to go to the ER, their parents decided to sue the Evans'. Pretty stupid idea. Anyway, when we got to court, obviously the Judge wasn't going to let them sue us when their kids were clearly at fault, so the Judge turned them down and the case was closed.

But after a while, our house was being vandalized; bricks were being thrown through the windows, they were throwing toilet paper all over the property, and people were spraying nasty things on the house. I told my parents to call the cops, but they thought they could handle it on their own and ignored me. But, just as I predicted, they couldn't. That's when my parents decided it was best if we moved away. Far away. At first, Wes and I were against it; the thought of running away from a fight wasn't cool at all. But it got so bad that the Mothers of one of those little assholes threatened to harm my Mother. Then reality sunk in and we packed up and left.

I'm not exactly against moving anyway. No matter where I go, I don't make friends, so what do I care if I come here and just make different enemies?

We arrived at the house around 7 o' clock. It was pretty big; bigger than our last house. It had two floors and a garage. The outside of the house was this gray color. I mentally chuckled. 'Huh, no matter where we go, the gray follows us like a damn cloud looming over our heads.' You see, our last house was gray too. And so was our car, and even the school I went to had the name gray in it. Not to mention my hair and Wes' hair. Our parents and doctors don't know why our hair is gray. They think it's some type of albinism.

The moving truck pulled into the driveway, and we parked in front of the house. I was so tired I didn't want to get out of the car. 'Ugh, it's too damn early for this.' We all got out, and my Dad started telling the movers where to put things in the house. Wes and I went inside to pick out our rooms.

The inside of the house was pretty big too. When you first walk in, the stairs that go upstairs are in front of you. To the right is the living room, and to the left is the dining room. You can walk through either room to get to the kitchen which was a decent size. When you reach the top of the stairs, there's a small pretty open hallway. There are 2 bedrooms on the right. On the left, there's another bedroom, and at the end of the hall on the left there's a bathroom. I took the bedroom on left, and Wes took the one down the hall on the right. There's a window on the far wall, making everything up here seem brighter. At least there's some type of brightness.

It was a nice house. I might like it here.

After we got the little stuff in its designated area, the family went back outside again. We were just standing there talking, when Mom grabbed our attention. She was waving at someone across the street, and we all looked to see who she was waving at.

I gave my menacing shark tooth grin at the sight. 'Hm, maybe this won't suck after all.' There was a girl standing across the street, waving at us. Everyone else waved back, but I couldn't stop staring. She was cute; really cute, and that outfit she had on was perfect. I guess she noticed my staring, 'cause she looked away; embarrassed. It was so cute.

Just then, a man with weird red hair came bolting out of the house.

"Sorry I took so long, Maka! Anyway, let's go! Looks like you're already late."

'Maka; pretty cool name.' Just then, they both jumped in their truck and drove off. My eyes followed them all the way down the street. Mom looked at her watch, and her eyes practically popped out of her head. "Speaking of late, Soul! We have to get you to school. You can't be late on your first day!"

Then my eyes nearly popped out of my head. "What! You mean I'm starting today! But that's so soon!"

"Yeah, well, you can never be too diligent in your studies! Besides, it's September, you want to start as soon as possible so you don't get left behind!" She practically pushed me over to the car. "Come on! Let's go!" She was trying to seem happy, but I knew she just wanted to get rid of me for a while. After all, it was my fault that we had to move. Plus, I'm not too good at unpacking, or helping at all, really.

As my mother drove me to school, I couldn't stop thinking about that girl Maka. She was pretty cute. The way that dress fit her was perfect. But she seemed different from me.

'Who is she?'

This is just the prologue.
I'll be updating every Monday.
Anyway, how'd you like it? c: