Chapter One
Maka's POV
"Mamma, hurry up! I wanna check out the new books they have in stock!" I yelled as I looked in the mirror. I was wearing my favorite lavender dress with my new white sweater and sandals. My ashy-blond hair was put up into two perfect pigtails, which complemeted my emerald-green eyes. I wasn't beautiful, but I certainly wasn't ugly. I never really cared how I looked anyway, but it would be nice to be a bit taller and have some bigger breasts. I'm kinda flat-chested for a fourteen-year-old girl. It was a perfect spring morning. The sky was blue and the clouds were big, white, and fluffy, as they always appeared.
"Okay Maka, I'm hurrying, don't rush me," giggled my beautiful mother. My mother's name is Kami. My mother had the same deep green eyes and light blond hair. My mother was in her usual white blouse and black pencil skirt. I've always admired how my mom has always dressed so professionally.
"What new book are you going to get? I think I might try out one of the classics this time," Kami said with the common warm smile she always gives me.
"There's this new series I've been really wanting. It's really popular right now, so it's always out of stock. That's why I want to get it before it is sold out again, so let's hurry!" I exclaimed with an excited smile.
We got in our red van and began to drive down the dusty road. Arizona was always so dry and hot. The sticky sweat that grew on your forehead as you stayed out in the hot sun would always make you feel at home though.
"So, Maka sweetie, I was thinking that maybe you could stay with your papa a weekend sometime," Kami suggested.
"Why? Papa is a good for nothing cheat who constantly flirts with all sorts of sluts. Besides he's so annoying and when I do visit him, whenever I leave he starts wailing and gripping at my leg begging me not to leave acting like a toddler," I huffed with my eyebrow twitching at the mention of my no-good papa.
"I know, but he is still your father, and he loves you very much. Even if he acts like a complete moron most of the time, he still is your parent, and he misses you very much. So please just visit him this whole weekend for me," pleaded Kami.
"Alright, fine, I will, but it's going to be the hardest and most agonizing weekend of my life," I huffed once again. Mamma and Papa got a divorce a while ago, because my stupid womanizing father cheated on my mama. My mother got full custody of me, but she allowed Papa to visit me regularly. I could hardly stand my father's antics most of the time, but now I'm was going to have to deal with him for a whole weekend!
I couldn't stop thinking dreadful thoughts of how this was going to be the worst weekend of my life. Though I was interrupted when a truck suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
"Mom, wait -" I nearly yelled, but it was too late.
We had already made impact.
10 minutes later…
Ow…my head hurts... Where am I? THE TRUCK! My eyes flutter open. "Oh no." I can barley even talk. The car is flipped upside down and there are scraps of metal everywhere. I'm still in my seat. My head aches and there is a horrible pain in my arm, but my legs feel numb I can barely feel them. From what I do feel there is an immense weight on them. I barley turn my head backward to see some of the debris from the car has crushed my legs. Shit! This is just great.
Wait. Mamma. I turn to see my mother still in the drivers seat limp with blood all over her forehead. Her eyes are glazed over.
"Mamma!" This is so pathetic I can hardly even yell. She isn't breathing. I can't even reach out to her.
"No." Salty tears fall down my cheeks. She's dead. No. Why is this happening?
The tears don't stop till I black out.