Desk notes
by, a sad wish.
Maka stared down at the small letter written in messy handwriting.
dear miss beautiful,
how may i help you? for i don't even know what is bugging you.
but when i see into your eyes i know it is not from the girls that
call you named, that pull you hear, and try to make you in to a
monster.
it is something more.
so how can i help you?
Maka stared down at the letter in her hands. then slowly looked down at the letters on the desk next to her "help". There were only three, but every one of those letters made a carving into her heart. not just the old, run down, brown desk. H,for his, O , for own, W for world. just three letters to say "H.O.W".
"Hey Albarn," the voice was far too familiar. it was the voice of vicky. the most loved, meanest, and the prettiest girl in school. she had this thing for making sure she knew everything about everyone. " I heard that your daddy left you and your mother. and that he never loved any of you. and your mother must have felt the same for she i saw was on a plane. i don't know where she went. but i know she hated it here. i mean she never loved you enough to even bring you along. i guess everything's your fault if no one took you with them" she knew about it already. not even a week has gone by to try to just heal up her broken heart just a bit. she knew why i wear this jacket every day. she knew that this jacket was maka's mom's jacket. she knew that maka wanted to be just like her mother. so she took combat praktis at 6 per.
"Vick, please" Maka clenched her teeth and fist. it was the only thing she could do to stop herself from hitting Vicky. "Shut up!"
But Vicky didn't stop "Hey what's that in your hand?" Vicky didn't get to it in time before Maka slapped her in the face and stuffed the letter in her pocket and sat at her desk. now Vicky had a nice red cheek to got with her long red hair and black, tight, mini skirt with a pick too loose shirt with the words "pink" on it.
"Ok to start this lesson of- Vicky please have a seat." the teacher started the lesson and Vicky took her seat behind Maka.
How should i reply to this letter. i can't just let it go. and how should I feel about this. I never ment or any one to read it. maka for once slouched in her seat head wrapped around the tangled mess of her thoughts. she soon slowly picked up her pencil with her white gloved hand and took out a post-it note. handwriting neat and smooth stretched across the small yellow post-it. Soon it was done and every letter she put on it felt like one step to a smile. maka took the poster and stuck it under the desk, so it would be away from prying, evil, Vicky eyes.
once the Bell rang, like always at last per, Maka got up from her seat without saying a word to anyone. she walked out the door and again bumped into Soul in the hallway.
"Hey Maka where you going in such a hurry?" Soul stopped Maka.
"oh- um i need to go see mr. Lord Death about something." Maka sang.
"oh really i have to go over there too. why don't i come with you. I just have to get something from my math class and i have to talk to the teacher about something if you will wait for me?" Soul said pulling maka over to the classroom. "here just wait here 'tiny tits" he joked with her.
"MAKA-CHOP" maka herald one of her books that she grabbed out of nowhere at the boy in red jeans and a yellow and black jacket. "you better be fast Eater. i don't have forever." maka smiled. is this smile real or fake i can't tell. and why am i being so nice to him he just called me tiny tits. how dare he say that. but then again he is one of the only nice people here. what ever i am just thinking too much.
She is so cute when she is made to. but i think i like her when she smiles after words more. Soul chuckled to himself as he danced into the classroom. "hey Teach, i am here for my next mission." soul looked at maka's desk and saw the little post-it under the desk. he put his hand under the desk without anyone seeing and grabbed the post-it. and put it in his pocket. I will read Makas reply latter at home. He thought to himself and got the papers from his math teacher.
"about damn time you got out of that room. i really don't have all day you know, Soul." Maka pouted and they started walking to Death's room. "Soul why are you so nice to me?"
"Because you have given me know reason to be mean to you. the only thing i have found bad about you are those dang "Maka-chops" you give out to everyone" Soul stuffed his hands into his pockets and slouched over. "and any ways you don't seem scared of me which is weird and i kinda like that about you." soul said looking up at the roof.
maka started blushing a it. they didn't talk the rest of the way to Death's room.
_Lord Deaths room
"Hi Hi, how may i help you Soul and Maka." Mr. Lord Death jumped around with his black robe and skull mask on. no one really knew what he looked like under it all. "Soul should i start with you? or Miss strait As." Death ask.
"why don't you start with Maka" Soul said.
"Okay then. what can i help you with miss Maka." Lord Death turned to the blond girl.
"oh well i was looking at the job offer i saw. the one about the library. i promise you i will come to work every day an-" maka was cut off but Lord Death's hand telling her to stop.
"Okay first off I know you need this job But why do you need it miss Albarn."
"Oh-well i just need it. I-i can't really tell you why. you just have to take my word that i really need this job." Maka begged.
Lord Death looked at Maka then at Soul. "Soul can you wait outside for a bit i need to talk to Miss Maka Albarn daughter of Spirit Albarn alone, if that is Okay with you?"
Soul's eyes widened and nodded as he ran out of the room. wait maka is the daughter of the death scythe. i thought that it was just common last name. damn am i dumb. so Maka is the girl that i would hear Lord Death and the others talk about. the daughter of a meister and a death scythe. I wonder if it is true if her soul is something special. Soul sat at the door. and read the note. and every word brought a tear to his eye, knowing now what his crush must be going through. it was a small post-it but Maka used every last bit of it.