This is chapter three. Enjoy! I really tried to make this one longer.

DISCLAIMER: I DONT OWN SOUL EATER AND I NEVER WILL.

Chapter 3

a blue-haired idiot her knocked down.

Maka had closed her eyes when she fell. A moment later when she opened her eyes, she saw two green eyes staring into her forest ones.

"Hey! Maka-"

"Get the Fuck off of me!" Maka almost screamed as she punched him square in the jaw.

"Ow! Fuck, Maka!" BlackStar said as he held his now bruised jaw.

"Not even in your dreams." Maka spat back as she patted out any dust or dirt from her skirt and sweater vest.

"Don't get your hopes up tiny tits." BlackStar annoying said.

*Maka Chop!*

Maka then walked over the seemingly unconscious BlackStar. As she walked out of sight, BlackStar retardedly yelled, "Nice Panties!"

What! That Pervert was looking up my skirt. . Oh, he looked up the wrong skirt! Die!

Maka swiftly ran back in a angry blur to BlackStar, who was now standing..

"BlackStar!" She angrily shouted.

Finally after a moment, BlackStar started to run after realizing that this could end badly for him if he didn't move. But it was too late. Maka tackled him to the ground. She started beating the crap out of him. He didn't fight back because of his guy-code. He only covered his head saying, "Stop! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

The brutal beating finally ended with one last Maka Chop to the head and an actually unconscious BlackStar in a puddle of blood created by his head injury.

Maka then went to the girls' restroom to call Tsubaki and tell her what happened to her partner.

"Ring. . .Ring. . .Ring. . . Ring. . .Ring . .This is Tsubaki. I'm not here. Please leave me a message. And thanks for calling. *Beep*"

"Tsubaki, your pervert partner is passed out in the hall by the music room." *Click* Then Maka checked the time.

12:26

Damn, already. Maka thought as she left the restroom.

*Growl* I'm hungry.

Maka checked her already empty wallet, hoping that money would magicly appear. Guess I'll Have to wait 'til I go home.

With that Maka scurried off to the hall to the classrooms. She walked along reading the door numbers out loud.

"101. . .102. . .103. . .104. . .10- Huh?" Maka stumbled on to a open classroom door. This poked Maka's curious button. So she walked in, only to find two girls sitting on the teacher's deck.

Maka walked over to them, eager to see the potential partners' faces. They were both blonde. Both had sky blue eyes and matching outfits. They were two of a pair, so to speak.

"Hi, I'm Maka Albarn." Stay positive.

"Hey, Maka. I'm Liz and this is my twin sister, Patty." She sounds professional.

"Hiya!" She sounds childlike. That's weird.

"Nice to meet you! Are you two weapons?" Please be weapons!

"Actually, we're twin pistols." Yes!

"Are you still looking for meisters?"

"No, we have a meister. You might know him know him. His name's Kidd." Crap!

"No, sorry I don't." Maka didn't want to recap her stupidity of not knowing the different between a boy and a girl.

"Oh. That's too bad."

"So, why aren't you with him?"

"We kinda got separated. haha." Liz rubbed the back of her head.

"We ditched him!" Patty burst out with.

"Haha. That's funny."

"Yeah."

"Well it was nice meeting you!" I got to go.

"You, too!" Liz started to wave.

"Bye! Maka!" Patty waved goodbye.

Maka wandered around the whole except the music room of course. She wanted to avoid that piano-playing albino. After a few hours of finding nothing and noone new, she checked the time again.

5:09

Damn. No luck. I guese I got to tell Lord Death, now.

Maka then walked to the nearest window, fogged it up, and wrote with her finger while saying, "42-42-564 when ever you want to knock on death's door."

Ping!. . . Ping!. . Ping! . . Was the sound Maka heard before Lrod Death's and her somewhat-sober/high father's faces appeared on the window.

"Hiya! Maka. Any luck finding-"

"Sorry, I missed your play, Maka!" Maka started to boil with angry.

"Reaper Chop!. . . . Anyways, did you find a partner?" Death said trying to calm Maka down.

" Sorry, but no." Maka held her down.

"It's Ok. I'm sure I can find you a good partner!" Trying to cheer Maka up.

"Thanks, Lord Death."

After that, the call ended. Then Maka went home, not bothering to eat. She was too disappointed to eat. She went to her still awful room, and flopped on her unmade bed. The blonde girl then into a restless sleep.

She awoke with her hair going everywhich way. She looked in the mirror in her bathroom and saw she was in yesterday's clothes. She then took a shower, changed, brushed her teeth, and was about to brush her when Lord Death pinged into veiw.

"Ahh. . .Hi, Lord Death." Crap. Who's my partner?

"Hey there, Maka!"

"So, what's my partner!" Maka tried to sound happy and eager.

"All the information you need is here." Then Death's hand ceme through the mirror with an envelope in it. Maka quickly grabbed it as his hand moved back into the mirror. Ping. . .Ping. . . Lord Death was out.

In the envelope was a picture and a piece of paper. The picture was the same boy she had met yesterday in the music room.

Crap! And the paper said:

Soul Eater
Weapon: Sythe

Age: 14

Address: Apt. #13 Death City Apartments, TrustFall Ave.

A/N:

Me: So what do you think?

Maka: Eh.

Me: Eh?

Maka: It was good.

Me: What!

Maka: Ok. It was amazing. It was like rainbows and crack! ok?

Me: ok.

Both: Plz! Review! and thank you to allt he people who favorited this story! It means a lot to me but PLz! Review! I want to hear your comments and questions! Thx! and Peace Out!