AN: I changed the name from 'Say I Love You' to 'My Angel'. Don't ask why, it just came to me... Thanks for all of the reviews :)

- JK Writes

Beep, beep! Beep, beep!

Maka opened her emerald green eyes slowly, before turning her head to see the white alarm clock beside her. She glared at it, before quickly turning it off.

6:45... 6:46.

Maka sighed, and sat up.

Today was her first day at this new school that is supposedly full of blackbelts. You see, Maka's family owned a dojo back when she was little. But when Maka's father died, she and her mother decided to close it down. Although Maka still trained, they couldn't stand to be in that dojo where he was always smiling.

It was too painful.

Anyway, since today was her first day, she wanted to get there early so that she could show herself around a bit, and hopefully, not get lost during the school year.

She quickly changed into the school's uniform, the kind of uniform you'd see someone from a private school wear. A black and red plaid dress that nearly reached her knees, a white blouse and a black blazer. She slipped on the black knee socks that came with it, and rushed to her bathroom to brush her teeth.

Following this rushed routine, she ate breakfast... cereal. It wasn't long before it was 7:00, and her mother came out of her room, with major bedhead.

"Mornin'" She said, yawning into her hand. "Good morning, mom." Maka said, putting her bowl away. "I'm off to school!" Maka said, reaching the door.

"But it's only 7-"

"And I want to get a good look at this school. I heard it's big, so I don't want to get lost." Maka said, slipping on a shoe.

"Okay, fine. You know the rule, be back before four." Her mother called from the kitchen. "I will!" Maka said back.

She closed the door, before heading off to the school.

After reaching the school, she stood at the front gate, looking up. That's how tall the school was. Apparently, the principal's name was Mr. Death, which, to be honest, seemed really interesting.

Maka walked up to the doors, and pushed them open. It looked even bigger on the inside. There were three hallways leading away from the enterance, and it looked like they went on forever before taking a turn.

She walked down the middle one, looking at trophies she passed by. 'Wow... Seven trophies for first place in Martial Arts... Amazing.' Maka thought, staring at the print on each trophy.

All of a sudden she heard the doors open. Being a loner-type girl, she quickly hid behind a locker. She heard a group of people enter the school. She could only say they were all boys, or just a bunch of girls with deep voices.

"Kid!" A voice called from the end of the hallway. For a second, Maka thought someone had seen her, and called her a kid, before she heard another voice answer back.

"I heard there's this new transfer student from Cidelia (Sid-elle-e-ah). Someone said she was hot." Maka's eye twitched. 'I hope there's another transfer from Cidelia, because if they're talking to me, I'll kill them...' She thought, clenching her fists. The last time someone called her 'hot', she had lashed out on him and he ended up in the hospital, while Maka ended up with a week of suspension.

"Why are you telling me this?" 'Kid', at least, Maka thought it was Kid, questioned. "Well, uh- Patty's on the hunt for another victim." The male said. Maka furrowed her brows in a 'v'. "Victim?" She whispered to herself.

"Well, God help her soul." 'Kid' said with no emotion.

"What are you doing?" A voice, creepily close, said to Maka. Maka let out an 'eep' before hitting her head on the locker beside her. Maka opened her eyes to see a girl, who looked a year or two older than her, standing beside her with a smile on her face.

"Hiding...?" Maka said, although it came out as a question. "What's your name?" She asked. Maka's eye twitched again. "M-Maka Al-"

"FOUND HER!" The smiling girl said, pulling her out of her secluded hiding spot. Maka struggled to get out of her grasp, as she found the girl suprisingly strong.

"Eh?" One of the boys said. Maka closed her eyes and grabbed a book out of her backpack, covering her face. "Patty..." One of them said, warning her with her voice. "I found the transfer!"

'Oh, dear Lord.' Maka thought, leaning into her book. "So she's a shy one..." An obnoxious voice said. Maka could feel his breath on her neck. "That's hot."

Maka ripped the book from her face, and punched whoever said that square in the nose. The boy had blue hair, and she could see a star tatoo on his arm.

"Can you let go..." Maka asked, gesturing to her arm, which was still in the grasp of 'Patty'. Patty's eyes trailed to where she was pointing, and immediately let go.

Maka sighed, picked up her bag, which had somehow fallen off her back, and continued to walk down the hall. ignoring the calls from the same cheery girl.

Little did she know, two of the boys were watching her leave. One, out of interest, and the other... Well, you can find that out later ;).

Maka walked around, before looking at a nearby clock. 7:30. She looked down at the paper the principal had given her a few days back, and looked at the lockers.

#26. That was her locker number. She looked at the numbers on the lockers once again.

#35. #34. #33. #32. #31. #30. #29. #28. #27.

She quickly found her locker, and opened it with the code that was written underneath the locker number.

4. 2. 4. 2. 5. 6. 4.

The lock clicked, and it opened, revealing an empty locker. She quickly put her bag in, and walked away, looking for something to do.

Almost right away, she heard a voice, one she had recognized as one of the boys from earlier.

"Hey!" He called. Maka turned around, to see a boy with white hair and red eyes. "What do you want?" Maka deadpanned. "You're Maka Albarn, right?" Maka nodded, still confused, before it hit her.

"Oh my God..." She murmured, covering her mouth. "Are you by any chance Sul Evans? (I know I spelt that wrong, but there is a purpose. It's pronounce Sew-ole)

"Yeah, and-"

"I haven't seen you in ten years!" Maka interrupted, grinning. "Yeah." Sul paused. "And by the way, you can call me Soul." He said. Maka stared at him. "Soul?" Soul nodded. "Remember those stories your dad used to tell us about how at some point there was this huge academy where people fought souls?" He asked. Maka nodded.

"Well, because of that, and the resembalance to my real name, I have changed my name to Soul." Soul said, putting a fist to his chest. "Anyway, how is the old man?" Soul asked, referring to Spirit. Maka's fists clenched. Soul immediately realised, and apologized. "Don't worry, it's not your fault. It's that stupid drunk drivers'."

Soul frowned but nodded. "Oh yeah, what classes do you have?" He asked. "Uhm..." Maka dug through her pocket to find the paper, before giving it to Soul.

"Socials, Science, P.E. 1, Algebra, Math and Home Ec..." Soul mumbled. Maka took back the paper, and put it in her pocket. "That's a good thing. You have these classes with one of my friends, so he can show you around." Soul said, as they started to walk down the hall.

"Yeah, sure." Maka said, unconvinced. "Please tell me he's not that blue headed idiot that called me hot." She finished, crossing her arms. Soul shook his head, and chuckled. "Nah. But please do call him an idiot, it might stop him from calling himself God." He said, scratching the back of his neck.

"That idiot calls himself God?" Maka said, amused. "Wow." She said, laughing. Soul joined in, before they both calmed down. "So which one of your friends do I have these classes with." Maka asked.

"Did you see them when Patty dragged you out of your hiding spot?" Soul asked. "I saw two boys with you. And one girl." Maka said, remembering the faces of the two. "The idiot and the guy with the white stripes in his hair..."

"Well the second guy is Kid. The idiot's name is Black Star. And the girl was Liz." Soul said. "Black Star? That's his actual name?" Maka said, raising a brow. "Nah. He just calls himself that to be cool. He's never told us his real name though." Maka nodded.

"So can I meet the guy who has to 'show me around'?" Maka asked. Soul nodded. "Yeah. But I'm warning you. He's a bit of a perfectionist." Maka scoffed. "Please. I've dealt with worse than a perfectionist." Maka said. "You know how the people at the old dojo were. They were nuts."

Soul nodded again, before taking out a phone. The case was white, but it had red markings on it. Maka leaned forward a bit to see what it said, and she saw the words 'Fight On' in Japanese.

"He said he'd meet us at the fountain." Soul said, before leading Maka down the halls. "This school has a fountain?" Maka asked. "Yeah. In the middle of the school there is an opening. It's really just grass with a fountain in the middle." He explained.

"How big is this school?" Maka asked. "Very. I heard the person who built the place was a millionaire who wanted to run a huge school." Soul said. When they got to the fountain, they saw Kid there with two girls.

"We're here." Soul said.

The group of three turned around, and the two girls immediately ran up to Maka, making her lean back in shock.

"What's your favorite color?"

"Your favorite animal?"

"What do you like doing?"

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"What's your favorite number?"

Maka leaned back so far she fell over. "Um... Green, tiger, I do karate, no, and eight?" Maka answered, getting up.

"Liz, Patty leave the poor girl alone." Soul said. Liz and Patty backed away until they were beside Kid again, letting him get a full view of the girl. He was instantly interested in her, not romantically, but interested. She was symmetrical. Perfectly symmetrical.

"Are you the one I have to show around?" Kid asked.

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TBC