The Daughter of Stein

Chapter2: The Academy

Frankie's POV

     I walked up the front steps of the school with my dad, who was carrying his swivel chair. "Hey, dad?" I asked looking down at my sneaker-clad feet. "What if I don't fit in?" I asked him, "I mean, I've got a screw loose in my head," I said turning the silver metal to emphasize my point, "and I don't have a partner yet!"

     "Don't worry," my dad said giving me the look, you know the one that your father gives you when he doesn't want to hear your bullshit, "you are amazing, talented, and gorgeous! Anyone who doesn't appreciate you is not worth your time." He said as we finally reached the top of the seemingly endless stairs, he pushed my wire-framed glasses up the bridge or my nose and gave me a side hug, with a side of laughter.

We walked into the school and down the long hallways, making a couple turns here and there before reaching the classroom. Dad rolled in on his swivel chair, once again, falling over the thresh hold, big shocker. I stepped over him and helped him to his feet, when will he learn?

"Hello, I am professor Stein, " Papa said calmly, "as of today, I shall be your new teacher. Let's get started, Frankie go find a seat, please." Papa said gesturing to the vast columns of desks the stretched tall and spanned the whole room, almost like a college lecture hall.

I looked around quickly for an open seat, but I couldn't seem to find one. That's when I saw them. The kids from last night were sitting in the middle row. I smiled up at them and moved to take a seat next to them. I walked up the wooden stairs to get to them and took a seat next to the one with the white hair. I unslung my bag and wondered if the boy would speak first or if I should. I decided against it. I guess he did too, but right now I had to focus on one thing. Finding a partner.

     That was the most important thing I had to do now. It has to be someone that I can easily match soul wavelengths with, that's what's going to be difficult. I had to live up to my dad, I had to. He's one of the best meisters to ever live, and I want, no, I need to be up there on his level by the time I graduate.

     I heard a rustling, the noise stirred me out of my stupor. I looked over to the right to see a gloved hand clutching a book. The book was being slammed spin up into the white-haired boy's head. "Say hello, Soul!" I heard a female voice say, obviously through clenched teeth. The boy turned to me with a scowl on his face.

     "Hey," He growled out, "my name is Soul." He said extending his hand out. I took it and told him my name, "Frankie Stein." When I removed my hand, a girl poked her head around Soul's. "I'm Maka." She introduced herself, shoving her hand into my face. I shook her hand, hesitant about her enthusiasm. "Your the Professor's daughter aren't you?" She asked, and I nodded, turning my screw to emphasize, I asked, "What gave it away?"

     "Are you a weapon or a meister?" Make asked. "Meister," I said, "but I don't have a partner yet. I haven't found anyone that matched my soul wavelength yet." I said looking down shyly, knowing I was sporting a blush on my pale face.

"I think, " Maka said, quietly thinking to herself turning to Soul, "isn't there a weapon boy without a Meister yet?" the pigtailed Maka asked the white-haired Soul.

"Maybe," Soul said nonchalantly leaning back in his chair, "I don't really remember." He said uncaringly like he had something better to do. Though, it's not like he was paying attention to the lesson anyway.

     "I'm almost one hundred percent sure..." she said, her thumb and forefinger on her chin as her eyes scanned the room, "he's.....THERE!" She yelled, disrupting the class and turning everyone's heads toward her.

     "Sorry," Maka whispered under her breath, looking down with a blush. After maybe five seconds everyone turned back to the lesson.

After about a minute we continued our previous conversation. Maka pointed to a human with boy short shaggy black hair. He was sitting three rows down and five seats to the left. He wasn't paying attention, instead choosing to read. He was totally engrossed in whatever book he was reading, seemingly ignoring the entire world, as if it didn't exist.

     "If you want we could introduce you after class." Maka said. "Sure, why not?" I said shrugging my shoulders. Maybe, just maybe, I might have found my weapon partner.