[color=fff79a]Maka stood alongside the known school in Death City. Death City wasn't her hometown. She came from a city close to Death City, though. Her father had dropped her there late, wanting to be the creepy man he was by spending the morning making pancakes, and it wasn't until they were late that he made the "perfect" pancake. Maka, being who she was, begged to leave and not eat. Thankfully she didnt, but it was the burnt stove in that stopped her.

[b]"Better late then never..."[/b] She sighed, holding a newly bought guitar by her side. She wore a new pretty dress that was sparkled yellow, with hints of black. It was the same for her hair.
Maka didn't carry a backpack, instead, holding her newly hand down books her father gave her. Maka glanced down at the booked giving a sigh. [i]Thanks dad...[/i] She thought to herself, as she quietly pulled out a charcaled book that nearly turned into ashes if she hadn't grabbed it off the burning stove. She sighed once more.[/color]