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SoulxMaka - Matching Scars Part 2I was sitting in my class, everything seemed normal. My scars on my wrists were well covered with my long sleeved top and jacket. Black*Star was ranting on about why him and I didn't do our homework. The teacher got a headache and let us off with a warning.SoulxMaka - Matching Scars Part 2 by ~OlafTheNinja
Then she came in. The girl with the emerald eyes. Maka..
"Oh yes, this is Maka Albarn. She's now in our class. Want to explain why, Miss Albarn?" The teacher said, with a stern voice.
Maka rolled her eyes, looking at the ground. "I yelled at my teacher, my grades are falling and now I'm stuck here." Some kids smirked, some chuckled but Maka looked like she was about to cry, her fists cl
SoulxMaka - Matching Scars Part 1My name is Soul Eater. I was the one seen pushing people into their lockers, stealing their phones, iPods. I learned that it was the right thing. My parents never gave a flying flip about me. They never cared for me. They favoured my brother, Wes. I never got anything for birthdays or Christmas. One day I saw a boy with the latest iPhone and flouncing it around like it was a million death dollars. I felt so... Jealous. So when the group that surrounded him left I took him by his collar. I yelled in his face, took his flipping iPhone and walked away. I heard him burst into tears and run away but I didn't care. I didn't see him again but like ISoulxMaka - Matching Scars Part 1 by ~OlafTheNinja
When the Stars Bled the RoseWhen the Stars Bled the Rose by ~CrazEmma
Rose’s POV
“Rose!”
I turned my head at the sound of my name. A teenage boy with medium length wavy black hair was running towards me. I waved my hands for him to slow down but we crashed into each other, the people standing by laughed and pointed fingers at us.
“Albus!” I said picking up my books.
“What?”
“Can’t you watch where you’re running?” This time my tone was harsh and cold.
I didn’t want to raise my voice like that but I also didn’t want to be picked on for the remainder of Seventh Year.
“Chill Rosie, I’m sorry.” He said helping me pic
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