Maka tapped her pencil on her cheap desk, trying to block out Mr. Nussio's droning voice. She shifted in her seat, trying to get comfortable, but stopped when her movements caused her to bump one of her many bruises. She stifled a gasp, desperately trying not to draw attention to herself. She closed her eyes in remembrance.

Ever since her mother had died, her father had started drinking. When he drank, he became angry. And when he was angry, he needed an outlet. Sadly for Maka, she was cursed with the duty of the outlet. Ever since she was five, she had been her father's punching bag. And last night was no exception.

She was brought out of her thoughts by Nussio stopping in the middle of his lecture to stare at the door. A kid about her age, who she had never seen before, walked in holding a small piece of paper. A new guy?

"And who, pray tell, are you?" Nussio asked, basically sneering. The kid just smiled.

"My name's Kid. My family and I just moved here from Michigan."

Well, Maka thought. That explains why he's so pale.

"Yeah?" Nussio questioned, crossing his legs." Where from in Michigan 'Kid'?" He asked while doing sarcastic air quotations.

Kid's smile grew." I'm from Hell. Wasn't really my kind of place, ya know?" This earned him a few chuckles from the class. However, Nussio wasn't as pleased.

"Please take a seat Kid. You can have the seat next to Miss Albarn." He pointed, and Maka scoot into the seat closest to the wall. Kid gave her a small smile, and that's when she really looked at the young man for the first time.

He was tall. About a few inches taller than Maka. His hair was a jet black with three odd little white stripes on the left side. His eyes were a strange gold color, almost like honey. He wore a black silk dress shirt with a loose yellow tie that matched his eyes perfectly. On each hand was a skull ring on his middle fingers. He wore well-fitting khaki pants and on his feet were basic black skate shoes.

She hid her blush by turning her head towards the wall, away from the stunningly beautiful young man. He flashed another smile, this one more knowing than anything. He sat next to her. After about a minute of Nussio droning on once more, Kid took out a notebook from his shoulder bag and began, what looked like, taking notes.

Twenty minutes before the end of class, Mr. Nussio gave his class free reign. It wasn't long before conversations grew throughout the class room like weeds.

Maka wasn't really paying attention to anyone. Just kind of zoning everyone out. That is, until a gentle, yet firm, hand tapped her on the shoulder. She jumped, not expecting the surprising touch. Whipping her head around, she saw Kid with both hands in the air apologetically. He had a confused look on his face, but it was quickly replaced with another smile.

"Sorry." He said." I didn't mean to startle you. I just thought since we were going to be sitting next to each other, maybe we should get acquainted." He held out his hand. "Kid Kte*. And you would be?"

Maka timidly held out her hand." Maka Albarn. Nice to meet you Kid." She smiled slightly. Something caught her eye. She looked down at the desk to see Kid's notebook. As it turned out, Kid wasn't taking notes as Maka first thought. Instead, there was a picture of the sun. Well, kinda… Instead of the usual mass of burning gas, as one usually sees the sun, it was humans. Some were hugging, others were dancing, a few fighting, and the pictures carried on like that. But what Maka noticed most of all was the figure in the middle, which was one person, curled into a ball, as if trying to block everything around them.

"Whoa," she breathed. "Did you draw this?" She pointed to the picture.

"I know it's kinda weird." Kid defended picking up his notebook to exam his work. "But, I thought it sent a good message." He smiled at this and handed Maka the book. "Would you like to see more?"

"Oh, yes please!" She carefully grabbed the book as not to rip or damage anything. Kid watched her as she slowly turned each page of his sketch book, admiring his work.

"Is drawing your hobby? Because if not, I think you should invest some time into it." She smiled at him, causing a blush to spread on both teens faces.

"I draw when I'm bored. It's nothing special. But I am bored a lot, so I guess you could consider it a hobby of mine. What I really like to do is write and play music. Do you like music?" He asked.

"I'm not much of a musician, but I do like to listen." She explained. This was somewhat awkward for her. Almost all of the kids at school shunned her and she didn't know why. So, the fact that this complete stranger had had a long conversation with her was new and confusing. Just then, a boy from the other side of the room had called Kid over to talk with his group. Kid excused himself, and went over to talk with the group.

Maka felt awkward sitting by herself again after the wonderful company of another human being. But, that feeling soon left her, for she felt the presence of another soul looming rather close to her. She turned her head to the left to find the evil queen of the school, Liz Thompson standing right next to her. She gulped. The Thompson sisters were the rulers of the school. You mess with them, even unintentionally, they make sure to get back at you. Maka pulled her gaze up to the elder sisters' icy blue orbs, only to find them glaring down at her. She shot her downwards once again.

"Well, well, well, Albarn. Looks like someone finally notices your presence. Too bad for you though, cause he won't be around for long. Ya see, I've already called that hotty, and if you were smart, you would back off. Got me?" She snarled the last few words, causing Maka to shrink back into her seat even farther. Liz smirked.

"Good girl." She turned. "And don't worry! As soon as I'm done with him, he's all yours!" She laughed maniacally as she walked away.

After finally getting a friend in this stupid town, I'm not allowed to be friends? What the hell? Dammit, I hate everything! Maka could feel warm tears start to gather in her eyes. But, before they could escape, the bell for the hour break signaled, allowing her to escape without any one seeing her cry.

She grabbed all of her things at once and made a mad dash for the door. However, she wasn't fast enough to get out of the room before she saw Liz walk over to Kid, and begin to flirt with him.

DAMMIT!

*Kte= Death

I appreciate all of you who took the time to read my first fan fiction! Thank you. All criticism is welcomed. If you do not wish to review, don't. If you do, please go right ahead. I hate it when people ask for reviews-_- It's degrading. And yes, there will be new characters and out of character characters. Please don't whine to me about how so and so is "Not like the anime/ manga." I will do my best to update as quickly as possible. Pleasant days and quiet evening to all.