Maka's P.O.V

I look at the ceiling blink, blink I turn on my side and look at the wall blink,blink. My eyes wonder around the room studying the little things I've never payed attention to in this room even though I've slept in this room for 2 years and never noticed the crack in the left corner on the wall next to the door, the stain on the carpet right down below that crack, the window marks, the rusty hinges on my door that needed oil, all those little things in this room that I should've noticed, I didn't notice till now. All these things were in plain view makes me feel blind.

"I start thinking in my head all the arguments that's happened in this room, in souls room, the living room, the kitchen, the whole house. The times I sat here crying and moping because of my family or because of that argument with soul. The missions, every breakfast, lunch, and dinner. The sleepovers the girls and I had, the sleepovers the guys and the girls had with just our small group, me, soul, black*star, tsubaki, liz, patty, sometimes crona.

"Everytime black*star would yell his "god" statements everywhere we go, the oversized ego he had. Tsbuaki's kindness which was spread everywhere, even if someone was evil she would see the good side, those kind eyes and smile she gives everyone when she sees them, the apologetic eyes when black*star does something rude or just about anything, those worried eyes she gives black*star everytime he jumps off a building. Kid's symmetry problems the complaints about the small things that weren't symmetrical, fixing my pig tails, his favorite number is 8, how he'll be really sad everytime somebody bought up his hair that was unsymmetrical because of the white stripes. Liz's love for fashion and of course her meister kid and how she takes care of her sister who is always taking things way to lightly her smile, everything. Patty, who's always way to happy in every situation unless her sister or someone who she really cares about gets hurt really bad.

And soul,

soul,

he's the one that's going to hurt the most, that's going to make me wanna not leave at all, make me wanna second guess the choice. His white hair and crimson eyes that always have a sarcastic look in them along with a smirk or grin showing off his pointy shark teeth that I love, he complains about doing anything that would hurt his "coolness" and about doing anything Period. The inside of his soul which was a dark, tense looking place, but it was still soul's which always made it one of my favorite places with him, his red and black suit, the replaying record in the room, along with the demon. The dance I had with him in his soul was a memory I refuse to forget no matter how much I want to forget this place and move on.

I know that as much as I will try to forget every memory, every person, every small detail about death city. It won't work, I know that even if I never come back here I'll remember everything, everything.

~~~~~Like 5 minutes later when she's finished thinking~~~~

I shook my head shaking me from my thoughts, I got up from my bed walking to the drawers to find something for me to wear, sliding my hands over the handle, looking at every detail. Opening the drawers my eyes look over all my clothes folded, I sigh and pick out my clothes.

Walking out into the living room I look at the couch, the floor, souls door to his room right across from the bathroom, and the kitchen table, kitchen counter top, so on. All kinds of memories playing through my head as I cook some breakfast. All these memories and these are only from me and souls house, there are way more memories outside of this house combined.

But, why was this all going through my head now? why am I paying attention and I can see everything clearly? Is it because I'm leaving and uncounsioucly I'm making sure this is the right choice?

I don't know but, when I leave I'm going to start anew and make sure that I can move on...

...

If that's possible.

I flip my food onto my plate and sit at the kitchen table, and keep thinking about everything, literally everything.

I'm going to have a headache today.

I write notes and more notes like I usually do, Just trying to swipe every thought and memory from my head. Instead it keeps popping out more and more memories and my eyes keep focusing on my writing and how every class room looks like, and it was killing my head. A note hit my head and landed on my desk, it had black*stars signature all over it... Literally. I opened up the note and read it slowly, again my brain was overprocessing.

MAKA IF YOU DON'T PAY ATTENTION YOUR GOING TO START WRITING ON THE DESK AND WE ARE GOING TO THE BASKETBALL
COURT TOD-

Sorry maka black*stars writing sounds to nice to be him I'm pretty sure you've already figured out I was telling black*star what to say
since he hasn't written about his godliness yet anyways I wanted to go to the basketball court with you after school I know you don't want to go
But this will probably be your last time please go, for me

from Tsubaki
AND YOUR GOD BLACK*STAR

I sighed this was a weird written note. I really don't want to go to the basketball court because of the group.. but she's right this is probably my last time going there,

I'll go as long as I don't have to play

Maka

I turned around and threw it at Tsubaki, who jumped when it hit her, she looked at me and I gave her a big smile then turned around and contiued copying notes, After that smile I gave her I couldn't stop smiling the rest of the period.

A/N: I need suggestions on how to improve on my repeative habit, I noticed how I repeat things alot

I hope this was a good enough chapter I know It's not that interesting yet nor are the chapters long enough but It'll become more interesting as the story goes on and I'm still trying to improve on length of my chapters, and if you could give me some suggestions on this story should go I'd be happy to read them THANKS :3

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