Edit: Hey guys... Decided to combine chapter 2 and 3 since they were so much shorter than my other chapters... changed a few other things, but nothing major

Hey guys, new chapter!
I'm writing this after class outside my school by our gym...I should be working on my English thesis paper but oops! I don't want to, haha :p

Chapter 2:

(Maka)

Maka walked aimlessly down the long, dark hallways of Shibusen's girl dorm, pondering the schedule she had received during orientation,

"...3rd period Honors Algebra II...4th period Global Studies…" she thought, trying to piece together an organized study schedule for herself inside her mind, thinking about the study areas and tutoring sessions they had explained to her earlier in the day during orientation.

In fact, the whole orientation ordeal itself had been primarily uneventful to Maka since her pounding headache dulled out most of it.

The event itself was delayed for a good 20 minutes because some kid had been running late, and of course that plunged the school's headmaster to begin his speech with a never-ending dialogue of how "punctuality equals perfection" as if the new students were all kindergarteners.

Maka could just imagine what the headmaster's son would be like…

If the headmaster even had a son.

"Damn," Maka scowled, realizing she had gotten herself lost through the labyrinth of hallways as she had given all her attention to the printed schedule she had recently crumpled under frustration.

All she could remember was that she was assigned to share room "26" on the sophomore floor, which happened to be the dorm's top floor according to a map printed on a small handout she had received.

"If I didn't have this damn headache, I wouldn't of had such a hard time focusing this morning and could have remember the directions through this maze," Maka growled to herself.

If only she hadn't snuck off from her group to search for the school's most esteemed library...

Glancing down the hall, Maka noticed a large, wooden door halfway open.

Curiously, she walked down the corridor lined with large, windows showing nothing but the clear, midnight blue sky that showed no evidence of the day's recent thunderstorm. The miniature chandeliers hanging from the ceiling left pale shapes of yellow light spread on the deep red carpet and coffee brown walls.

Pushing the door open which released an eerie creak, Maka stepped into a dark stairwell with deep, mahogany stairs leading up to the next floor.

"No wonder, I must've been on the wrong floor this whole time," Maka thought with a sudden feeling of irritation and relief. She took out her phone and turned on the flashlight as she made her way up the staircase.

Reaching the top, Maka peered down the halls which would've been pitch black if it weren't for the pale light peering in through cracks of boarded up windows.

"An attic," Maka thought confused, flipping back to the map in her handout as the feeling of frustration bubbled up strongly inside of her.

"...Hey Jude...Don't make it bad…"

Maka turned her head to the left and listened as the song flowed down the hallway as gently as the moonlight streamed through the boarded windows.

"...Take a sad song...and made it better…"

Surprised to see herself calming down a bit, she spun on her heel and patted her way down the stairs, deciding that finding her room and getting a good nights sleep were much more important that snooping around some moldy old attic.

"...Remember to let her into your heart...Then you can start to make it better…"

(Soul)

"Hey, anyone in there?" Soul yelled with a slight streak of irritation, knocking on the door and feeling too lazy to grab the dorm key he had thrown somewhere inside his luggage.

"Sorry, sorry!" a voice called nervously from inside as a *click!* sounded on the other side of the wall.

The door swung open to a boy with wet hair stained the same shade of aqua blue as his hands, wearing baggy jeans and an orange tank top.

"Sorry about that, I was in the bathroom," he muttered as he stepped aside to make room for Soul to enter.

"Dying your hair?" Soul assumed as he stepped into the small room that smelled faintly of hair dye and Doritos.
Anime posters covered half of the room's wall and an old stereo set against one wall with CD's covered in foreign writing sat sprawled on the adjacent floor.

The boy nodded and grinned. He motioned to a loft bed covered in a blue comforted speckled in stars.
"That's my bed over there by the window, but if you really want the loft bed, that's cool."

"Nah, I don't mind," Soul said, swinging his luggage on the metal-framed bed that was pushed against the same wall as the doorway. He plopped down and zipped opened his luggage.
A large bay window sat on the opposite wall on which sat the other boy's bed.

"I'm Soul, by the way," he said, glancing up and flashing his renowned side-smirk.

"Black-Star," the boy said as his cheeks turned pink. "It's just a nickname; everyone calls me by it."

"Well, Black-Star," Soul chuckled, noticing the silver glint of the dorm keys that sat half-covered by a balled up black t-shirt inside his luggage,
"I hope we can become good friends."

(Maka)

Laying sprawled out on her pale pink blanket, Maka stared up at the ceiling of the room she was to call home for her time at Shibusen.

Her room consisted of two trundle beds with a small, faded blue nightstand sitting between them with an old-fashioned lamp placed atop.
Two desks, two closets, and two doors; one of the doors leading to the rather roomy bathroom. A large bay window sat opposite of the beds with a dark fuchsia curtain drawn over most of it.

Maka's roommate had k-pop band posters hung above the desk that held a small bamboo plant and a stack of Japanese manga.
The whole side contained the obvious presence of a young, teenage girl; however, Maka's side merely contained her favorite blanket, a stack of books, and her worn MacBook Pro, which was also stamped in half-torn stickers, sitting on her desk.

*click!*

Maka sat up as a tall, svelte girl with a long, black braid stepped in holding a piping mug.
She wore pastel pink pajama pants and a gray, Hello Kitty printed t-shirt.

"Ah, I'm so glad you're not asleep," the girl said.

"Oh, yeah," Maka said, suddenly uncomfortable, "just getting a feel of the room, I guess."

"I'm Tsubaki, Tsubaki Nakatsukasa. You must be Maka Albarn," she said.

"Yeah, um, it's nice to meet you," Maka said as Tsubaki sat herself crossed legged on the opposite bed, taking a sip of her tea.

"So, Maka," Tsubaki began with a sweet smile.

"Uh, sorry, but I think I'm just gonna shower and head to bed. I've got a bit of a headache." Maka said as she swung herself off her bed and grabbed her pajamas from her closet.

"Oh, well, I can make you some tea if you'd like!" she chirped.

"I'm good, but thanks," Maka said quickly, forcing a smile before locking herself in the bathroom and turning on the shower.

She tore off her yellow sweatshirt and began undoing her pigtails as mist began to fog up the edges of the mirror.

"Was I rude?" Maka wondered, eyeing her reflection, feeling a twinge of regret.
She had wanted to get a point across that she was content with being roommates, but did not want to establish a girl-girl relationship which included staying up until dawn, painting nails and giggling about the school's boy toys.

Maka stepped into the shower and pooled a handful of green apple shampoo and began scrubbing her scalp as suds ran down her cheeks, praying the school library wasn't too crowded of a place as she decided she'd be studying there a lot more than her shared dorm room.

(Soul)

"You like basketball?" Black-Star asked, lounging in his desk chair, typing away at his desk.

"Never really played," Soul said, sprawled out on his bed in his boxers, counting the paint chips on the ceiling.
"Does this school even have any sports team?"

"Nope, the Headmaster has us more focused on academic rallies and stuff; there's a chess team, though." Black-star said.
"But, there's a beat-up patch of concrete near the edge of the school lot, near that woodsy area? Someone made a makeshift hoop there and we usually hang out there for fun."

"No one minds that?" Soul asked sitting up and cracking his back.

"They probably would, in fact," Black-Star laughed. "We usually sneak out after curfew."

"And no one notices?" Soul questioned, assuming things were over-top strict here.

"The doors that lead to the fire escape are supposed to set off alarms if they're opened, but they stopped working a year or two ago and the school still hasn't gotten around to fixing them" Black-Star said, swinging around in his chair.
"Besides, who would stay up at 3 AM patrolling some patch of forest area?"

"I guess," Soul said, glancing up at the posters covering Black-Star's side of the room.

"Sorry about all the dorky posters," Black-Star laughed awkwardly as he picked at the frayed strings on the bottom of his pajama pants.

"Nah, it's cool," Soul said, his eyes shifting to the largest poster on the wall showing a scene of a blonde hair boy running through an open desert, arms extended behind him.

"Naruto," Black-Star said distantly, eyeing the poster. "It's my favorite one; wouldn't it cool to be a ninja? Or someone who travels around, fighting bad guys?"

"Yeah, I guess," Soul thought. "I'd probably be getting thrown around by some big breasted witch lady or something else perverted like that," he laughed.

"Yeah, who lives in a pumpkin or something," Black-Star grinned. "Anime can be freaking weird and perverted, but I think they've got deeper meanings."

*meooooooow*

"Damn strays!" Black-Star said, walking over the the window and peering out.

Soul laughed. "Better watch out, the perverted anime witch lady turned into a cat to stalk us."

"Oh shut it," Black-Star said, grinning as he shut the curtains.

*bang* *bang*

"I hear you two, it's 10 PM," a voice called sternly out from the other side of the door, "That mean's light's out!"

"Sorry Professor," Black-Star said, slamming his laptop and jogging over to hit the lights, so the only thing keeping the room alight was a small desk lamp sitting on Soul's nightstand.

"That's Professor Stein," Black-Star whispered, heading to bed, "He usually does a run to check the boys dorm at night."
"He's kind of screwy, but he's definitely one of them best teachers around."

(Maka)

"I'm gonna make you bend and break…"

Maka Albarn's eyes fluttered upon as a bright gleam of sunshine tore through the crack at the center of the window's curtain.

*buzz* *buzz*
"Say a prayer but let the good times-"

"Didn't I just fall asleep," Maka thought wearily, shutting off the alarm on her phone and wishing for another five minutes asleep.

Maybe if Maka wasn't so gung-ho on getting back on track to her studies, she would've slept another few minutes.

Blaming her sluggishness on summer making her an unproductive slob, she tore off her sweaty covers and padded to the bathroom, knocked, and entered after no response.

The bathroom smelled faintly of roses and a damp, hot pink towel hung on a rack mounted on the shower door, evidence that Tsubaki must be quite an early-bird.

After brushing her teeth and fixing her hair into two even pigtails, Maka Albarn threw on the "oh-so stylish" school uniform.

Promptly after putting on her school's lanyard that displayed her ID, she strapped her black school binder over her shoulder which contained her notebooks, folders, and a school issued Chromebook; Maka was sure not to stick embarrassing OHSHC stickers all over this laptop...

(Soul)

The scent of coffee and sweat filled the Shibusen's cafeteria. Freshmen and Sophomores gathered around the tables as they had the earlier breakfast schedule.

"Aren't the hashbrowns great, Soul?" Black-Star asked, prodding Soul in the shoulder with his fork.

"Fabulous," Soul said before taking a sip of his orange juice,
"Do you usually eat all alone?" he asked, motioning toward all the empty seats at the table.

"Kind of," Black-Star said, twirling his fork in his food, "I usually eat lunch with my 'geek' club up in the music room, and typically just eat ramen or something in my room for dinner."

Soul took a few more bites of his hash browns. "Do the kids typically get along here?"

"Oh yeah, I didn't want to give you the impression that everyone ignores me or something," Black-Star said, "I guess I'm just kind of shy or whatever."

"A 'ninja' with bright blue hair doesn't normally seem like the shy-type," Soul laughed with a side smile.

"Ha," Black-Star said, taking the last sip of his coffee, "I'm a ninja-wannabe who buys cheap 'Rockability Blue' hair dye with money he makes doing part-time work in the school's library. Sounds pretty lame to me."

"You work part-time here?" Soul asked.

"Mhm," Black-Star began, "a few kids do part time in the library or the cafeteria. No one has been scheduled yet since it's the first week. I could have you signed up with me if you need the cash."

"If I need the cash," Soul thought.
Soul who owned the best clothes, shoes, electronics, you name it. All his friends had summer jobs mowing lawns or babysitting, but Soul was handed everything on a silver platter, reliant on the cash of his grandmother. His family was loaded with cash to give to him. Rich enough that his grandmother had promised to send him a monthly check of a few thousand each month.

"Yeah," Soul said finally, stabbing at his hash browns, "Sign me, up."

"Yahoo! No more cleaning out the boys locker room alone!" Black-Star cheered.

"Locker room!?" Soul said, whipping his head towards Black-Star, "You told me you worked in the library!"

*ding dong ding*

"Hello! This is Headmaster Death! We ask all underclassman to begin heading to class, and good luck to all on their first day here at Shibusen!"

(Maka)

Sitting front row in class, Maka tried her best to retain her studious attitude despite the fact her thighs were sticking to her chair and the Tylenol from this morning was doing nothing to alleviate her heat-induced headache.

Sitting backwards in his desk chair, the teacher tapped a piece of yellow chalk to the deep green chalkboard behind him where his name was scribbled in messy handwriting.

"Welcome to Advanced Biology; some of you may know me the boy's residence hall director," he said as he got up from his chair.
"Others," he began, catching the student's eyes, "refer to me as 'that screwy science teacher'.
He smirked and leaned in one his desks.
"I assure you those references are true," he said, "and are a vital rolling in me being one of the best biology teachers around."

He stood up straight and once again tapped the board with the chalk. "You are not to refer to me as 'Mister' but as 'Professor.' Professor Stein," he said, catching Maka's eyes.

"You're new here," he said to her.

Maka's face turned a pale shade of red, hoping the girls passed off her pink cheeks as a sign of overheating and not embarrassment.

"I'm Maka," she said bluntly.

Stein adjusted his glasses, causing sun to bounce off the glass of his lenses.
"My apologies, your face just seems...vaguely familiar. Do you have any other family who've attended class here?"

"No," Maka said, "Not that I know of, at least."

"Well," Stein said, shuffling through a stack of paper on his desk, "Welcome to Shibusen, Maka."

Maka nodded, trying to shake off the feeling of everyone's eyes on her.
"No, no," Maka thought, gripping her pencil, "Just focus on the teacher. C'mon, be ready! At such an elite academy, advanced biology is surely to start with vital information that will build a strong, sturdy foundation for the rest of the curriculum!"

"Now," Professor Stein said, with his mood suddenly changing to a much more upbeat tone, "We will be starting this class with a project that includes vital information that will build a strong, sturdy foundation for the rest of the curriculum!"

"Yes!" Maka thought, her headache suddenly fading, "This is what I've been waiting for! Hard work to push my limits, to get me back I'm track! I'm ready! Bring it on you screwy, old man!

"This project," Professor Stein began dramatically," is...a cell organelle campaign!" he said, making large hand gestures.

Maka dropped her jaw as well as her pencil, allowing it to bounce off her desk and roll to Stein's feet.
"A cell organelle project!" Maka said loudly, this time not caring of the glances she got from her classmates, "You mean like poster boards, glitter, and cheap mudslinging memes?!"

Stein picked up the pencil she had dropped and pointed the sharpened end at her.
"That is correct!" he said.
"Now," he continued, twirling the pencil in his hands, "considering the number of people in the class, everyone will be paired with a partner to work on a specific cell organelle. No cell organelle will be assigned twice!"

He turned back to his desk, scribbled something down with Maka's pencil, and called out, "Alright, partners…" he began, "For the Mitochondria we have…"

"Unbelievable!" Maka thought, furrowing her brows, she had come all the way here to repeat a cell project she had done in 7th grade?! She was seriously going to spend her first week in advanced biology making cell memes!? Memes!?

"And lastly, for the Ribosomes, we have Maka Albarn and Jacqueline Dupre!" Professor Stein called out as the other girls already began chattering away about their projects.

"Alright, everyone, listen up!" he yelled over the ruckus, "You all have 15 minutes to make arrangements with your partner as this will be an out of class assignment, the rubric and guidelines will be uploaded to our online class folder!"
"Now scat!" he said with a motion of his arm, causing all the girls to rush up and jog over to their assigned partners.

A girl with long, dark hair and brown eyes walked over to Maka's desk. She wore a small smile and had about half a dozen of charm necklaces hung around her throat which jingled with every step she took.

"Maka, right?" the girl said, slipping into the empty desk next to Maka's, "I'm Jacqueline, but you can just call me Jackie."

"Nice to meet you," Maka said, still in shock with the seemingly juvenile project she had been assigned. Not to mention, Maka hated partner work.

"So, you want to just meet up in my dorm room after today's class? My roommate is rarely around," she said, flashing a grin. "We can come up with a slogan and uh- some meme ideas?" she giggled.

Maka nodded, the itch to do some real hard work still alive inside her. Maybe Algebra II Honors will be more promising.

Jackie sighed and looked up. "So what kind of music are you into?"

(Soul)

Soul bit into his granola and laughed along with the other members of Black-Stars 'geek club' even though he didn't know what they were talking about half the time.
The entire group consisted of him, Black-Star, four other curly-haired school band members, and a tall Japanese girl with long black hair and Hello Kitty earrings. She smelled like roses.

"So you play guitar?" one of the boys asked, chewing gluten-free pretzel sticks.

"Yeah, and some piano," Soul said, wanting the subject to change from him to another kind of cheesy anime where teenagers get stuck in a videogame or something.

"Do you think you can play us something quick?" the girl asked in a sweet voice, with her deep violet eyes twinkling. "Pretty please?"

Soul's eyes lingered on the dusty, and obviously unused piano sitting in the center of the room, facing the large glass doors that exit into the hallways.

"No, sorry" Soul said firmly, forcing a small laugh,
"Maybe next time."

"Whenever you're comfortable," the girl, who Soul learned was named Tsubaki, giggled, "I would love to hear."

"I can play you a mean flute solo if you're up to it?" the scrawny band member offered, pushing up his glasses.

"And, that's where our meetings adjourns," Black-Star laughed, standing up,
"We should start heading out if we want to get to second period on time anyway."

Soul threw his head back and stretched his arms behind his head. "You guys go ahead, my next class is just down the hall from here, anyway."

"Suite yourself," Black-Star called out as he and the other 'geek' club members left the room, letting the door slam and echo through the empty room.

Eyeing the piano, Soul lazily walked over and sat on the stool.

He traced the keys with his fingers and shut his eyes, chewing the inside of his cheek.
He felt the music inside of him, as if there was a small demon in his body causing it to flood out in waves through his blood.
It was his gift, and his alone.

"...He wakes up early today…
...Throws on a mask that will alter his face…
...Nobody knows his real name…"

He threw his head back up and caught a flash of blonde hair and green eyes through the glass panels of the door.

"...But now he just uses one he saw on a grave…"

(Maka)

Maka's shoes made a soft clicking sound as they tapped against the smooth marble of the main aisle inside the school's library. The room had thin curtains blocking out the sun's harsher rays, but still allowed pale light to flow through. Air conditioners hummed and brought a peaceful, cool breeze inside the room.

"Free period," Maka thought with a wave of relief. Biology aside, her classes prevailed to her demanding standard of requiring hard work; however, Maka was ready for it.
Instead of going to lunch or hanging out with the other kids outside in the school's pavilion, she was going to study.

Maka made her way over to a carpeted area that included work tables and computer stations, she was shocked to realize she was the only person present, but also very glad.

She pulled the binder of her shoulder and set it on the table, checked left and right for signs of any adults, and ripped of her 'enforced' school sweater, allowing her body to breath.

"Much better," Maka sighed, pushing out the chair.

"Damn slobs!"

Maka whipped her head around and scanned down the aisles leading into the shelves and shelves of very neatly assorted books.

"Can't tell the difference between blue green and sea green…"

Maka took a few steps down the aisle where the shelves were indicated as "Reference".

"This one isn't even alphabetically placed! And it's practically a shade of violet!"

She stood puzzled in the aisle and peered down the rows of book shelves where a boy was standing amidst a pile of books and a cart with stacks and stacks of more.
Quickly deciding to brush him off and disallowing this boy to interrupt her studies, Maka raised her foot to step away when he suddenly glanced toward her and locked eyes with her.

"His eyes are yellow!" Maka thought shocked, holding quite an uncomfortable stare.

He dropped the book he was holding atop one of the piles and quickly walked closer.
"You are not wearing your required school sweater!" the boy said pointing at Maka in a rather unpleasant tone.

Despite the almost rude tone, Maka used almost all her strength to not bust out laughing.
"Uh, yeah," she began, "I was just about to put it back on."

He held her gaze for a few more moments and nodded.
"Good, you should do some promptly," he said rather rigidly and returned to his pile of books, taking no more notice of her.

Maka spun on her heel and returned to the table, throwing on her sweater and binder, and deciding to sit on the other side of the library.
What is even with this school about being all prompt and punctual anyway?

(Soul)

The school's pavilion was a pretty lively place after school. It was a large, roof supported by columns which vaguely reminded Soul about something he learned in history about ancient Greece.
Steel tables sat bolted underneath, crowded with mainly upperclassmen, throwing empty soda cans and wads of balled-up paper.
Behind was a stretch of grassy field where a few patches of wild flowers grew along the red brick wall that extended across the farthest side where the forest area that encompasses the school begins.

Soul walked through the pavilion finding himself quite comfortable amongst the upperclassmen. Soul was never one to carry about reputation in the sense of being "with the nerds" or "with the jocks". Soul was a cool guy, and he thought what made someone cool was beyond such trivial things.

"Dipshit!" a senior yelled playfully, chucking a half drunk can of Dr. Pepper across the table, missing his target and hitting a group of girls who squealed.
Soul rolled his eyes accordingly and flashed one of his famous side smiles.
"How highly esteemed this private school kids are," he thought.

Soul jogged past the crowded cluster of tables and found himself leaning against the brick wall, watching one of teachers yelling at the upperclassmen for throwing cans of soda and making the tables all sticky.

He heard a soft beat of music and smelled something familiar.
"Cigarette smoke," he thought.

Glancing over at the teacher who was very distracted in telling teenagers not to throw their soft drinks at each other, Soul hoisted himself up the wall and threw himself over.

A girl with long blonde hair and deep blue eyes sat there with a cigarette in hand, and a pair of earbuds in the other. Her skirt was a deep navy and red plaid. Junior.

"Who are you?" she said, furrowing her brows.

Soul shrugged, wishing he had a better plan on what to say to this girl. She was fucking gorgeous.

The girl stood up and walked right in front of Soul; she had a good three or four inches on him.

She took a whiff of her cigarette and eyed the tie Soul wore. A pale gray color. Sophomore.
She exhaled and blew the spoke right into his face, crushed it against the brick wall, and flicked it somewhere by the forest.

Swiftly, she grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the brick wall.
"Look Sophomore, this is my spot, you understand?" she tightened her grip, "you better not tell anyone about you finding me back here. Do you understand?" she said

A soft tune from the Beatles was playing out of the earbuds she held in one hand. Birds chirped in the woods. She smelled like cigarette smoke and vaguely of mint.

Soul flashed one of his famous side smiles. "Understood."

"Ugh," she said, letting go of his collar. She shoved the earbuds and phone in her pocket. Picked up a small, navy blue knapsack, and disappeared into the woods.

Soul chuckled softly to himself before hoisting himself back on top of the fence. Sitting up there, he noticed a cluster of dark gray storm clouds looming just in front of the school.
A moist breeze blew through the wind and Soul felt a drip of sweat run down his back.

"Just dandy," he murmured aloud.

(Maka)

*boom!*

Angry thunder roared outside Jackie's window and flashes of lighting could be seen behind her thin, paper curtains.

"Just dandy," Maka murmured to herself, as her headache returned with the thick humidity of the storm.

A small lantern decorated with deep purple beads sat on her desk below a wall which was decorated in an array of band posters and red Christmas lights.

An oscillating floor fan gently hummed through the room and allowed some relief from the overwhelming humidity. Jackie had cranked up her music from her laptop and the sound played through the room.

"They're gonna clean up your looks…"

Maka scribbled away in her notebook about the functions of the Mitochondria.
The slogan "Get in the Zone with Ribosomes," was written in big letters on the top of the page..

Even though a mounted wall clock read 4:24 PM, the sky was black as coal.

"To make a citizen out of you…"

"So tomorrow I can ask my art teacher for a spare posterboard and we can start working on that," Jackie said typing away, as well, "Then all we need to is-"

*slam!*

Maka slammed on her keyboard causing the word 'powerhouse' to become 'powerhauee'.

A girl with short pink hair and unbelievably blue eyes now stood in room. She wore her uniform minus the appropriate socks. Hers were a bright violet.

"Because they sleep with a gun…"

"Kim," Jackie said standing up, picking at her manicure, "What are you doing back so early?"

"And keep an eye on you son…"

The girl, which Maka know knew as Kim, plopped down on what appeared to be her bed and tore off a pair of drawn-on converse.
"Ah, everyone was starting to piss me off," she said, pulling off her violet socks,
"Liz threw a damn fit about some sophomore catching her smoking and Kid told her to piss off which of course made everything worse."

"Cause they got methods of keeping you clean…"

Kim stood up and padded across the room barefoot and plopped down in her desk chair, pulling a granola bar out of her sweatshirt pocket.

"Besides," she continued, taking a bite, "The dumbass juniors pissed off Ms. Marie about something about Dr. Pepper or whatever," she laughed. "You could hear that bitch all the way into the woods."

Maka picked the frayed edges of the matted lilac carpet on the floor.

"Teenagers scare the living shit out of me, they could care less, as long as someone'll bleed…"

"Why don't we just finish the document up tomorrow and I can snag us a spare poster board from my art classroom," Jackie said with a grin.

Maka nodded and forced a smile back, relieved she could finally leave and start do some real homework. She grabbed her laptop, notebook, and copy of Goodnight, Mr. Tom, and forced them all into her binder.

Making her way down the hallway, Maka passed by a few groups of girls scattered about, chattering already about the school's Homecoming dance and who to invite.
Maka waved them off.

Continuing down the corridor, Maka passed by the large wooden doors that lead up into the moldy old attic.
A scent of cigarette smoke and the sound of soft rock flowed through the crack in the door as Maka peered out the window opposite to the door.
She grimly stared out into the deep stormy clouds that didn't seem to be fading anytime soon.

To be continued…

I've completed another chapter...doing this made me remember how much I used to love writing fanfic...
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P.S. I don't own Soul Eater of the songs/books/movies used in my fics, I feel like I should mention that.