Sorrow happens, hardship happens, the hell with it,

who never knew the price of happiness, will not be happy.
Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Disclaimer: I very obviously do not own MAR. So bugger off. This goes for any future chapters

Chapter 1

Beginning

Chancy started falling asleep as soon as she reached the seat connected to her desk. For her, school was just nap time. She slept on peacefully in her dream world until the midget Ginta jumped onto his desk screaming about a sword or something like that. She just shrugged and thought, 'better him than me' when the teacher threw chalk at him for sleeping. Chancy arranged the borrowed books(cuz she never brought hers) into a more comfortable pillow. She slept right through three classes and didn't awake until the teacher threw a textbook at her.

Chancy grabbed the book right before it hit her and checked her hair in the mirror she sowed onto the sleeve of the uniform. Yup, her dark blonde hair was coated with chalk and the random blue streaks were turning black because of the eraser stuck in her wild hair. With well practiced motions(this apparently happened a lot) Chansy swiped a water bottle and hairbrush out from her backpack and started the process of making her hair manageable and chalk free. The teacher was meanwhile yelling himself hoarse about why she should not sleep in class, and what the affect on her grades (like she cared) this will have. By the time Chancy finished getting all the gunk out of her hair(it was halfway down her back, it took a while) the teacher had given up and school was long over. She gazed out the window and noticed the the sun was pretty low in the sky. Time to hit the streets.

After her mom died in an 'accident', and her 'dad' had drunk up all the money they had saved up, the street was as home to her then anywhere else. She worked solo, of course. It helped to not have people tying you down who you had to help in tight situations.

When the moon was hanging high in the night sky, Chancy was having a three on one brawl with some one of the lower ranked gangs. For an instant, pain clouded her sight and her vision went black. Connection Complete. 'The Hell?, Chancy's momentary distraction was enough for one of the guys to try and land a hit. She just barely dodged his fist and continued the well practiced dance. School could wait until next week.