Yami's Girl 117- Hey, no I didn't drop off the face of the earth. I've just been busy with school work. I'm happy at my new school. I made new friends, new crushes-
Yami- Hey! I thought-
YG117-(not listening) even though I will never forget my old ones, awesome dances, and real nice upperclassmen.
Yami- You should go to my school. It's so much cooler then yours.
Yami Bakura- Eww. Don't encourage her. I would have to see her everyday!
Yami and YG- Shut Up.
YG117- Sorry. He has been mean to me ever since I made a sock puppet version of him. It is pretty cool. I brought to school in 8th grade, and all my friends were like ' ahh. Get it away from us. that thing is evil.' and I was like 'well no duh. He will literally rip your heart out of your body and eat it.'
Yami- Okay well anyway, Yami's Girl 117 does not own YGO! or anything else that some one else already owns.
YG117- One more thing. This is my present to you guys. Since I am Catholic, this story is going to be about Christmas. But I hope you all have happy holidays.
Chapter 1- Yami's P.O.V.
I remember a time when I didn't know much.
My life, the world around me... Heck who am I kidding, that time is now.
But see, it's really not my fault. Actually, I lied. It is, but really it's not...no, it is.
Aww screw it. I had to erase my mind to lock away some evil, and I locked myself up too! Happy? Anyway, I don't know much.
My memory only goes back a few years, then nothing. So now, I'm making new memories. New friends, new life, even a new name.
So, anyway, right now Yugi, Joey, Tristan, Téa, Ryu, Duke, and everyone else is going around like crazy, looking for presents for each other.
Right now, it's the season of Advent. I think it has something to do with Christmas, which has something to do with the reason we go to Church on Sunday, which has something to do with Yugi's religion.
Well, mine too, since I don't remember EVERYTHING about my old religion, and no one practices it anymore, I think.
Now, what does Christmas mean, or better yet, what is the meaning of Christmas? Why do my friends run around like headless chickens? Why are there pictures of fat old men in red suits smiling and laughing, while carrying a bag of wrapped packages? Why?...
End P.O.V.
I know, it's short, so that is why I am putting not one but yes, two, count them, two chapters up. See ya.
