I opened the door that really had no discernable color for some reason it seemed to ask for me to open it. Once I stepped into the door and realized where i was I knew what color the door was as well it was the pattern of my fifth birthday cake. I could feel Maka behind me and I'm pretty sure she seemed happy about the memory I chose. I looked from the doorway to my old kitchen at the little 5 person wooden table with the white iced cake strewn with rainbow sugar Zoey sat to my left, Wes to my right my dad in front of me my mother still lighting the candles.

She lit the fifth and final candle before starting the countdown and the song,"1,2,3!" They all sang happily, at this point none of them hated me, and I didn't hate them. Life is a bitch bringing back here, I thought to myself in a bitter kind of humor, I remember this. The song ended and I returned to reality.

"Happy Birthday Soul!" Zoey chimed hugging my neck and giving 'me' a light butterfly like kiss on the cheek. I watched and even allowed myself a small laugh as my eyes and face began to match colors.

"Th-thanks Zoey," I stuttered lamely. Maka looked at me and smiled her emerald eyes melted. Her eyes they almost looked like. . .but no thats not possible.

"Your adorable." She giggled, her eyes widened in shock and as if the words were never meant for me to hear. She then felt the need to add a sarcastic comment to match, "What happened? Did all that cuteness just disappear into the atmosphere or something?"

"Shut up! At least I'm not a flatchested angel!" I retorted with a smirk, I could feel her glare but I just watched as the five-year-old me started open presents. Then the world blurred, the scene of my past smeared and I heard a soft 'thud', and the sound of medal grinding."

"Hey, Sleeping Beauty! Get up your brother is here, you're lucky he bailed you out," a tall dark haired prison guard called front the entrance to my cell. I looked around once to make sure Maka was no where to be seen, once I had checked, double checked and triple checked I left the cell and followed the guard to my brother who led me quickly to his cherry red car.

"You know, I'm the only one who will bail you out now?" Wes asked as the light turned red and he coasted to a stop. I didn't answer, I was not stupid, and I had noticed that he was the only one who would write the check and take me. "Why do you keep getting in so much trouble Soul? Mom and Dad. . ."

"Look Wes, I don't ask you to do this. I know that I am not and never will be Mom and Dad's perfect kid; that will always be you." I interrupted, more like exploded on him, promptly silencing him. We pulled up to the Evan's estate a few minutes later and I got out of the car lazily slamming the door.

"Soul we need to talk, everyone-" Wes started, nervously scratching the back of his head.

"Fuck you! Don't follow me you asshole!" I yelled sprinting through the door and up to my room to avoid yet another 'intervention.' I slammed the black door to my room shut behind me as I looked through my drawers for a bottle of vodka or some type of liquor, even some drugs just anything. I finally found a bottle at the bottom of my sock drawer only to hear her voice behind me.

"You weren't seriously about to drink that right in front of me were you?" Maka asked, I looked at her expecting to see her floating in a cross-legged position behind me, but instead she sat on my bed.

"Why aren't you flying or even slightly hovering or something?"

"Oh. . .umm. . .About that i was wondering if I could stay here for a while?" Maka asked awkwardly scratching her head.

"Why? Don't you usually go. . .umm-Where do you usually go?"

"Look," she ordered turning around so her back was to me. No black downy feathers, just her white dress that hung flat over her shoulders. "You see, my magic is gone. I have no idea when its coming back. . ."

"Well I guess you could stay here, I mean no one can see you-"

"Anther thing. . ." She started dropping her gaze.

"Don't tell me, they can see you." I asked hopefully running my hand through my bangs.

"Yea, they can." She confirmed, meeting my eyes once more.

"Well I can't have a girl staying in my or not. . ." I'm so screwed now.

"Oh yea Soul? One more thing," She looked nervous and scared witch made me feel the same way. "There just might be something extremely evil coming to find me and I can't stop it without magic."

"Terrific! Is that all?" I yelled sarcastically, most likely looking like a mad man.

She thought for a second, "thats all I can think of for now."

"Awesome," said mockingly giving her a thumbs up. The cops and street gangs have nothing on this chick, I have never been afraid. That is something I can honestly say after being in a gang, but not after speaking to this angel.

"Oh Soul! There is one more thing actually." Maka said timidly.

"Hmm?" I asked nervously.

"I would like to go to high school," she said giddily with a smile. I'm really screwed.

A/N: SOOOOO SORRY SUPER LATE UPDATE! DONT HATE ME! Sorry for any errors as well I was in a hurry. . .

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