First Steps

by lemmingbeans

Two years ago, Maka lost her mother and her ability to walk in a tragic car accident. Now she has to live with her father, and he is making her get a surgery that may allow her to walk again. She is miserable, but can Soul Evans change her mind about walking again, more over, will the surgery even work? Hey Kyoko here, sorry if my summary sucks - this is my first fanfic! :3

2. Getting Ready For School

Hello, Kiyoko here. Thanks for reading my story! This is my first fanfic! Yay!

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Note: I do not Soul Eater or any of the characters.

Chapter 2

2 years later…

My eyes slowly flutter open. The alarm clock on my bedside table starts ringing. Damn, I hate that thing. Well, today's the first day of school, so I might as well just get up already. It's been two years since the tragic car accident that took my beloved mother away from me. Tears almost appear at the thought of Mama. No, I know Mama would want me to stay strong. Ever since that day of Mama's funeral, I've not shed a single tear. That accident also paralyzed my legs, so I'm stuck in a wheel chair. It's not so bad being in the chair. It's tolerable. I pull myself out of bed with my upper strength into the chair. Then I get dressed by lifting my legs with my arms and shove them through the pant legs, but I usually wear skirts, which are easier to put on. Putting on shirts, sweaters, and dresses are easy, I just slip them over my head. Then I put shoes on my feet. Technically, though, I guess I don't really need shoes since I can't walk.

Today I'm wearing my usual pigtails with my new sailor-suit school uniform. I'm actually really looking forward to starting school. After my mother died, I was put under the full-time care of my idiot father. My papa took me away with him to Death City right after Mama's funeral all because of some new job promotion. He got a job as the principal's new head secretary at Shibusen High School (SHS). He had me homeschooled this whole time by a tutor. He didn't think I was ready for school yet, but now he is finally letting go. Fortunately, the admission is free since he works there.

I look in the mirror to see my usual self. My ash-blond hair in two high pigtails, and my two legs stuck in this stupid wheel chair.

I wheel out to the living room where I, of course, seePpapa passed out on the couch. He was probably drinking last night. I stuff a bagel in my mouth and wheel over to the couch to shake Papa.

"Papa, get up! I need you to drive me to school now."

"MAKA!" yells Papa.

His sudden reaction scares me.

"HOW'S MY BABY GIRL!" he screams in excitement. He attempts to hug me, but luckily I had my copy of A Tale of Two Cities with me.

"MAKA CHOP!" I bring my book down on him in full force.

"MAKA! Why do you hit Daddy so hard!" he cries pathetically, lying there like a total toddler.

Ugh! This is going to be a long day...