Hello, I would just like to welcome you all. My pen name is Roxsoutloud, but you can call me anything you want. A nickname I've been called is Riella if you want any ideas. Supreme Ruler of All People, Planets, and Puppies is another one I throughly enjoy being called.
Anyways, it took me forever to come up with a solid plot for Code Lyoko that is somewhat different from others that I've read about, so I hope you'll enjoy it. The major problem for me and this story was planning it out, so that's why it took me so long to come out with a new chapter. I rewrote this first one in a different point of view (I'm now doing a lot of 3rd person) and I planned out actual events in the story but I'm not so far ahead that I couldn't be able to take suggestions (for anyone who wants certain things to happen in the story). I'm hoping to finish this story around late Christmas of 2015, early January of 2016 so... Wish me luck! :)
Also to those who've read the first chapter about a year ago, I apologize for coming out with this rewritten first chapter and not the next one. I did this because I wanted to be completely prepared once the right time for updating regularly came. I will be randomly posting chapters set on the date of September 5th, 2015 in the story. The last chapter I'll post that is set during this day will actually be posted on September 5th, 2015. This is due to an uploading schedule that I think would be pretty cool to accomplish. I promise that when the time comes for the chapters to be posted, I will be uploading them regularly. So there will be no need to worry about the newest chapters. I'll see you all later, randomly between the months of February and September.
Besides all of that, here are some facts about the story:
- This is rated T because it is following the life of teenagers. That means cursing, adult concepts and actions (not explicit enough for M but things will get heated in later chapters), and lots of crazy parties.
- Aelita, Odd, Ulrich, and Yumi are listed as the main characters because the majority of the story will be following them (whether it be their POVs or not).
- There will be several important OCs in this, so watch out for new names because some of these characters will be really make or break the plot in later chapters.
- While being a Code Lyoko story, I will incorporate some stuff from Garage Kids, one of the original forms of Code Lyoko, that I thought would be interesting to add. This is the reason I am calling the story Garage Kids.
- This story will most likely be using parts of episodes from the original show, as either plot devices or something to help with character building. Don't get it twisted though. The overall storyline is (drumroll please): Defeating Xana. (So original, am I right?!)
- All of the Lyoko Warriors will now be Juniors or Seniors when they discover the Supercomputer. I also aged up characters like Hiroki and Milly, just because I've decided that they'd have more importance as older children (I was thinking of making them really young but I liked them better as older kids). So they're in high school as well, along with kids their age like Johnny and Tamiya.
- The gang's meeting won't be the same. How I wrote the group coming together in this story versus how they did it in the first two episodes shows it. Part of the reason for this is because of how old the group is now.
- I'm planning to use authentic French names/brands/places to make Kadic life seem more genuine.
- I made this kind of like a real French high school, which means that Kadic only has the 10th, 11th, and 12th grades. I also made Kadic one of those international schools that revolve around teaching kids how to accomplish esteem professions all around the world. This is why everyone in the school is speaking English, not French, and why they follow an American school curriculum. The basics of the school will be explained more as you follow the story.
- Without the ability to grow up together, the Lyoko Warriors aren't necessarily friendly with one another. High schoolers are so petty and the warriors haven't made the best decisions when speaking to one another.
[End of Facts]
Disclaimer: I don't own Code Lyoko, any of its characters, or any of the plot lines set in the television show, Code Lyoko. I don't own Garage Kids, nor do I own characters/plot lines from there either. I also don't own Fairview Coffee, Kobe Bryant, Michael Jordan, Hump Days, or St. Amand's beers.
Ok, now on to the story.
Garage Kids: A Code Lyoko Story
Chapter 1: Hangovers and Sunshine
"What in the world is a hangover cure?"
- Brian Wilson
He isn't sure what it is exactly, but it's there.
There's a light feeling in his heart, something he hasn't felt in quite a long time.
He hears an amazing sound come from his right, a laugh.
A laugh that can make angels cry.
He can feel the beating against his chest quicken.
He tries to turn, to see her face.
A swift of jade and a dust of freckles.
He can't catch her.
Another laugh arises, he feels like he's flying.
He needs to see her face.
Her cupid bow curves wonderfully as her soft lips smiles.
She's smiling at him.
He's sure she's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
Everything is still.
.
.
.
And then suddenly, he's falling.
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Académie Kadic, Puissance Dortoir: La Chambre 302- Montpellier, France
Saturday, September 5th, 2015
11:11 A.M.
3rd POV
The fair-haired boy covers himself within his blanket. With his arms wide, they circle around him, making a lining for the barrier towards the light that threatens to shine in. The boy groans and shuffles, trying to get a few more hours of his sleep then he already is to have. Despite the fair-haired boy's best attempts, he feels his arms cramp up in their neutral position and within the first few seconds of the readjustment of his limbs, rays of sunlight begin to poke through the once solid barrier.
The blanket isn't large enough to fit the frame of the fair-haired boy, whose arms and legs had elongated over the summer. His body, previously made of awkward limbs, now fits him better as his once scrawny physique became something strong over time and heavy lifting. His wave of blonde hair falls right above his eyes while, in turn, his eyes are shut, closing out to the world by keeping his face buried in his sheet. His feet poke out for all to notice.
"Rise and shine, Honey!"
Another groan leaves the fair-haired boy as he attempts to kick the person who rips his sole blanket off of him. The fair-haired boy now lays on his bed, without cover and seen by the sun's watchful rays. There is no escaping now.
"...Ulrich...!"
The fair-haired boy's attempt at shouting is flimsy at best and Ulrich, the brown-haired boy standing before him, can only laugh. Ulrich walks towards his own bed, tossing the blanket aside to look for something within his drawer. Protest from the fair-haired boy can only end by the picking up of his blanket, which Ulrich does after he places what he was looking for down. Ulrich tosses the blanket back to the fair-haired boy, who is suddenly becoming more aware of the situation around him and the sickness he feels in his stomach and head. The boy lays back down as Ulrich finds his water bottle within the mini fridge in their room and places it beside the object he had attained before; Advil.
"Ulrich, what happened last night?"
"Just take some medicine Della-Robbia."
The fair-haired boy known as Odd says nothing. He clutches his blanket tightly, the soft fibers relaxing him. He knows he should get another, a pair of sheets that can cover him nicely. Despite his best wishes, the sunburnt ball of warmth is something he isn't ready to let go of. Not just yet, at least.
"Odd, did you hear a word of what I just said?"
Ulrich looks down on Odd, an annoyed expression crossing his face. He knows the blonde boy is probably in deep thought, Odd is the kind of person who never pays much attention to others around him.
"No. Sorry."
"Whatever..." Ulrich huffs, just as exhausted as the boy beside him. He takes the Advil and water and puts it down on his friend's bedside table. "Just take the goddamn medicine. You look like shit."
"That's where you're wrong, Ulrich," Odd gives a half-hearted smirk. "Someone as gorgeous as myself could never look like anything worse than panty-dropping hott."
"Really? Is that what you think?! 'Cuz it looks like you spent the night in a trash can."
Odd attempts to give a sarcastic laugh at Ulrich's little joke. He instead begins to cough, horrible throaty coughs that make it sound as if he'll die in the next twelve minutes if he doesn't drink anything. He smushes a fist to his face as he hacks out whatever it is inside of him causing him to act this way. Odd balls up tightly, pressing his blanket to his face. He remembers doing this many times before when it once had reeked of a sweet scent his nose recognizes as strawberries and joy.
Now the scent of sweat and expensive cologne is all that is left.
When he is ready, Odd sits up slowly, and grabs the water from the nightstand. Even while pacing himself, the blonde still manages to drink half the cup in a second. He sets the cup down, swishing the water around in his mouth as he takes the bottle of Advil. Opening the bottle, Odd places two pills into his hands. After closing the bottle, he sets it back onto his nightstand before tossing the first pill into his mouth. Odd feels the water swishing around more as he swallows both it, and the pill, down. Odd pops the second pill into his mouth, almost like it's nothing. With his mouth still moist, Odd consumes this pill as easily as the first.
The blonde gulps down the rest of the water quickly and lies back down on his bed. He crushes the plastic cup in his hands to almost nothing, before tossing the crumpled ball up into the air and towards the trash can on the other side of the room.
"Kobe!" His fingers cover his face, not waiting to see if the cup went in or not. Odd begins to take in easy breaths.
"Della-Robbia?" The fair-haired boy drags the hands off his face. He gives a small smile.
"It's cool."
"Della-Robbia..."
"We're cool."
"Odd..."
"I'm cool." And he is. Odd feels much better, at least better than he did just a minute ago. All he wants to do now is sleep.
"Why'd you wake me up anyway?" Ulrich gives a humorous grin.
"I'm assuming from your lack of knowledge that you didn't actually hear the three announcements Delmas gave over the speakers?" Odd rises so quickly from his calming position that he begins to feel his stomach turning again.
"What?!" Ulrich's nod only encourages the blonde boy's shocked responses.
"On an off-Saturday?"
Unlike in the school Odd use to go to in California, French students follow a different weekly class schedule. Saturdays, here in Kadic Academy, are half-days at school. Off-Saturdays is the time period where the entire day of school is off that Saturday, though this very rarely occurs except for big holidays and the first week of school.
Odd is never really bothered by half-day Saturdays. In return, Kadic has half-day Wednesdays, where once the hand reaches twelve o'clock, he is done with his day and free to roam around until curfew. It makes Hump Day really something to party about. That doesn't mean he doesn't welcome off-Saturdays with open arms though.
"You heard me the first time, Oddball." Odd frowns at the nickname as the brunette before him continues.
"Delmas is apparently giving an assembly to all the Juniors and Seniors." Ulrich gives a disbelieving shake of the head. "He won't tell us why. He just demands we all show up."
"Well what if we don't?"
"One week suspension, possible expulsion."
"What the fuck," Odd cries out?! He can already feel his headache coming back, when an idea strikes him.
"Well, what if you're sick?" Ulrich gives a once over of the boy in front of him. In his condition, Ulrich can easily see Odd fooling any nurse into believing that he has the stomach bug. Too bad Ulrich is going to have to ruin his dreams.
"He says unless you're sick enough for a hospital, you have to go." Odd's eyes widen at Ulrich's serious response.
"Your joking, right?" Ulrich can only shrug.
"This meeting is probably because of yesterday. No other reason to not let sick kids stay back, especially if you believe they had a little something to drink the night before." Odd thinks back to last night. Odd remembers very little about the event except for a couple of scenes and the fact that he drank a lot.
"Shit, your right," Odd's frown deepens. "So that means I actually have to wash?"
"Odd..."
The blonde looks down at himself to see that he's still wearing his alcohol-stained clothes. Odd feels his mouth open in shock as he tries to understand what had happened to him. He feels himself shake as he stares down.
Are these really the same pieces of clothing he had worn the night before?
Odd's dark purple shirt with the words: World Peace and Shit has stains which are beyond repair of any form of washer or dryer. Odd kneels his head toward the article of clothing, smelling it a little. He reels his head back in disgust, unable to describe the nastiness that spews from his shirt. Odd feels his once tight, slightly faded, light blue jeans become loose around his hips, and sag down to the middle of his butt. Rips occur all over the pair of pants, making it look like he rolled on a floor that has shattered glass all over it.
Odd groans at the feeling of being so sweaty and nasty, that he just wants to take off his clothes and pray for an opportunity to go back to sleep. Odd peels his shirt off his body, raising his arms, and tossing it off into some corner. He unbuckles his brown belt, throwing it off with his shirt. As Odd unbuttons his jeans, he pauses in horror. His hands shake in rage, and unable to calm himself down, he shouts out.
"Who the FUCK pissed on my sneakers?!"
Ulrich takes a quick look at his shoes and stifles a laugh at the scene before him.
Odd, on the other hand, stares in shock at the ruins of his white signed by Michael Jordan, Jordan Airs. They are stained beyond repair, yellow completely covering every inch of the sneaker. They are unsalvageable. He can feel that his feet are wet and this only causes his rage to raise. Odd kicks his, now yellow, shoes and socks off. He throws off his too big pants right into the pile of his never-to-be-worn-again clothing. The blonde, in his orange boxers, lays visibly upset.
"Dude..." Odd starts, looking back down at his clothes. "What the hell happened?"
"Let's just say that you had one too many beers the other night."
"No way! I could have never guessed!" He manages sarcastically, feeling annoyance at the obvious statement. Ulrich gives a small glare at the comment and Odd roll his eyes at the brunette boy. Odd clears his voice before speaking.
"I meant what, in specific, had I done the night before?"
Odd takes a good look at Ulrich. The same boy who, Odd is certain, drank more than he, himself, did. Ulrich is wearing a faded green muscle tee over a pair of tan cargo shorts. His tattoo that is an armband consisting of two large solid bars gracing his right bicep, the same one that he'd gotten last year with Odd during Montpellier's third annual tattoo convention, shows. Ulrich has on green converses that shine like new. His brunette hair is messily pushed around to frame his face, which in turn, looks clean and fresh.
"What the hell dude?" Ulrich's eyes turn to Odd, confusion gracing his face.
"How do you look so good? Wait, screw that! How the hell did you even get dressed?! Why are you not in bed right now, like me, hungover and in pain from drinking way too many beers last night?!"
"Maybe I just didn't drink that much."
"I don't believe it Stern." Odd takes a second, trying to remember the events that had occurred the night before. "Last time I checked, you were trying to swallow some dark-haired chick's face."
Ulrich raises an eyebrow before laughing him off.
"Oh really?" Odd crosses his arms in disbelief.
"Yeah, and that was before I had a beer chugging contest against Nicholas." Odd gives a crazy grin. "I mean won. That was before I won a beer chugging contest against Nicholas."
"Well you're wrong Della-Robbia."
Odd begins to wave his arms around, his voice giving a low hum. When Odd's long limbs cross over Ulrich, he starts to beep loudly. The boy's eyes go wide and he raises his body up a bit to give the appearance of looking bigger. He starts shouting out in the most robotic voice possible.
"Bullshit! Bullshit! Bullshit!"
"Very funny Oddball."
"Dude, I know, that you know, that I have an amazing bullshit detector. Trust me when I say, that right now, you're literally screaming bullshit." Ulrich freezes for a second, but then sends Odd a hazy smile. The one you give to a person when you know a secret they don't. Ulrich isn't going to tell a word of who he locked lips with. Despite his initial shock, Odd continues speaking.
"Don't worry. I don't know who this chick is yet, but when I find out, I'm going to give you hell Stern."
"Now why would you go and do that to your best buddy?"
"One, we're not best buddies," Odd begins with a snort. When Odd came in April, Ulrich had made it clear that he didn't like the blonde boy. Ulrich was still upset about having to room with someone and took it out on Odd. It was only after two months of living together, playing soccer with one another, and him helping the brunette escape Sissi's stalker-ish and half-assed attempts of getting the boy to ask her out, that Ulrich decided Odd wasn't so bad. Even now, they're not really friends. More of acknowledged persons of interest.
"Two, obviously I need to figure this out 'cuz my so called 'best buddy' won't tell me who he stuck his di-"
"Watch your mouth Della-Robbia," Ulrich's face has a look of uncertainty to it. "That didn't happen."
"Okay, okay, if you say so. It's so fun to mess with you sometimes."
He begins to feel bubbly, as large smile crosses his face when staring at Ulrich. Soon, Odd starts laughing. Laughing at Ulrich's ridiculous facial expressions. Laughing at how hungover he is. Laughing at how hilarious he finds the situation to be. Laughing at, well, everything. Odd holds his stomach and just laughs at Ulrich, while the brunette gives one of his 'bad boy' looks. One of those looks that should have scared Odd so bad, he'd pee his pants. That only makes the fair-haired boy laugh harder.
Then, suddenly, Odd stops. He holds his hands to his mouth, as bile fills his cheeks and his face turns green.
Then he ran.
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Académie Kadic, Puissance Dortoir: 3ème Étage Salle de Bains- Montpellier, France
Saturday, September 5th, 2015
11:39 A.M.
3rd POV
"Never again," He manages, swallowing the urge to vomit.
Odd's left cheek brushes slightly against the porcelain toilet bowl, as Ulrich tries to hold his head up by means of forcefully gripping his short hair. Heat consumes the blonde, burning him up from the inside and out.
Odd is sure that he threw up for at least ten minutes.
Straight.
"Never again. Do you hear me, Ulrich?" The boy above him sighs, probably not believing a word he says.
"Yeah, yeah."
"I mean it this time."
"No you don't." Odd waits a couple seconds, thinking about what the brunette has just said.
"You're right," Odd grumbles at his words. "I don't mean it. But as of this moment, and you are my witness, I fucking hate St. Amand. Those bears can rot in hell for all I care."
"Alright then Oddball," Ulrich says with a chuckle. "You know one good thing that came from this experience?"
"Nothing." Ulrich ignores Odd's words.
"Now I don't need to convince to wash. You can do it all by yourself!"
"Fuck you," he croaks, as his stomach acids rage on, willing him to puke again. When he finishes, Odd raises the back of his hand to wipe his face. "Fuck you, Ulrich Stern."
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Académie Kadic, Puissance Dortoir: La Chambre 302- Montpellier, France
Saturday, September 5th, 2015
11:52 A.M.
3rd POV
Blindly, Odd fixes his hair back into normal faux hawk position. His usual golden locks look as dark as Ulrich's hair when wet, but the purple still graces his no-longer-curly tips perfectly. It's natural but very few believe him. Odd looks into the mirror and smirks to himself. He doesn't look as horrible as he originally thought he would. And why would he? With or without a mirror, Odd can very easily gel his hair into a faux hawk. Not to say that the rest of him is visually unattractive.
Because it's not.
He's wearing an orange v-neck shirt that just barely covers his own tribal armband tattoo of black waves lining his his left bicep, light blue cargo shorts, and purple vans. A beaded anklet he bought in Italy that summer is around his ankle and he has a single earring in his right ear. He's a little pale around his face and neck, and there are small bags under his eyes; but overall he'll say that he'd still fuck himself.
Who wouldn't if you're as good looking as him?
"Are you thinking about how you would screw yourself again?" Odd turns to the shouting brunette on the other side of the room.
Their room is pretty large for most Kadic dorms. Usually shared dorms are much smaller, but with the son of a governor and governess, and another son of a world-renowned surgeon and a famous painter, it's only naturally that Odd and Ulrich's room is much bigger than most students.
The room, in total, is fourteen inches by twenty inches (the size of some people's living rooms) with off-white carpet covering the floors, and blue and green alternating as paints for the wall. They each have large full beds, one as close as it can be to one wall, the other as close as it can be to the wall directly across from it. Odd's sheets are a nice light orange while Ulrich's are army green. They both have individual closets, bedside tables, and desks to work at, while they share a bookcase that has everything but books on it. Several bean bag chairs the colors of orange, blue, and green are all over the place. And even though Odd's family couldn't convince the school to get him a TV, they did put in a projector so Ulrich and Odd could watch anything they want as if they're in a movie theater as long as they shut the off-white blinds to their room's two windows.
To cut it short, the two boys' room is awesome.
When Odd doesn't answer his question, Ulrich retorts with a sigh.
"Man, you have some serious problems you need to fix."
"Quiet," Odd shushes him. He swipes his face with his hands just a bit before turning to Ulrich.
"How do I look? Tired? Sick?" Ulrich barely glances at Odd.
"Not hungover." Odd sends a smile that dimples his left cheek.
"Perfect."
He grabs his phone off the nightstand. He places it in the back pocket of his jeans, before grabbing his mints and dropping at least seven into his mouth. Ever take a whiff of morning breath plus beer and throw up? No?
Well it's disgusting.
Odd faces back to Ulrich, who has his own phone in his hands, focusing all his attention on texting someone. Seeing the look of irritation on his face whenever he seems to be looking onto the screen, Odd can only guess who Ulrich is texting. The blonde boy laughs aloud, before singing in his most annoying voice.
"Ulrich and Sissi sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"
"What are you five? Fuck off. I just wanted to know if she knew what is going on with that random announcement." Odd continues to wiggle his eyebrows at Ulrich anyway. He lets out a sigh in annoyance, before speaking again.
"You know I don't like her like that."
"I know she likes you like that."
"Whatever. Like I care who she likes." Odd gives him a sly look.
He reminds himself that Sissi's hair is naturally a dark brown. Usually it's dyed blonde but she promised Yumi she'd keep it dark for the week. A dangerous idea rolls around the blondes head.
"Ok, so I know you don't like her like that but..." the blonde begins, trailing on the word 'but'. "Do you like her enough, that you'd make out with her if you were drunk?"
"What...?" A look of confusion crosses Ulrich's face before his eyes widen. "What?! No!"
"You sure?"
"Hell yeah, I'm sure!"
"Ok, if you're sure...," Odd tells him. That crosses one brunette off the list. Now that he thinks of it, the girl had shorter hair didn't see? Maybe Priscilla? Priscilla is pretty hott. The blonde turns to see Ulrich still glaring at him. He puts his hands up as a white flag.
"You're thinking of girls I could've hooked up with, aren't you."
"Why yes I am, my good man." Ulrich's glare intensifies.
"Forget that. Can't you remember anything else interesting about that night?"
A thoughtful expression crosses Odd's face as he wonders what may have happened the night before. There was the drinking contest with Nicholas and some asshole who'd peed on his shoes, but what else? Then a memory struck him.
"I do remember something!" Ulrich looks at him in relief.
"Thank God, I'm not the only one." Odd gives him a strange look.
"You got a lap dance that night too?"
"Odd..." Ulrich's mouth opens wide in shock. "What ar-"
"You did, didn't you!" Odd laughs at the brunette's hysterical face. "Was it the same girl?"
"Odd that's not what I was tryi-"
"Holy shit, it was, wasn't it," Odd interrupts Ulrich false preachings of innocence with a joyous WHOOP! "Ulrich, my man!"
"You better shut the fuck up, Della-Robbia."
"I'm just saying, how crazy is it that we both got lap dances on the same night?" Ulrich sighs in frustration.
"Can't you remember something else from the party?!"
"Well, I'm not sure it was during the party," Odd starts. "It felt more like a dream to me."
"Go on."
"I was chasing after this girl with pink hair. She's absolutely beautiful, gorgeous." Ulrich looks at him carefully.
"Yeah, okay."
"She could give Yumi a run for her money." Odd sees Ulrich's annoyed expression. "Sorry. Anyways, I was chasing this girl, like it was a game of tag or something, and the next thing I know, I'm falling."
"Keep going." Odd frowns.
"That's it."
"That's all you can remember?"
"Besides something about chasing a dog, yeah," Odd tries to remember more, but nothing comes to mind; everything that happened that night is so foggy. "Is there something I should know?"
"I don't know." Odd's frown deepens.
"Did you get the answer you wanted?" Ulrich shrugs his shoulders.
"I'm not entirely sure."
.
.
.
"Are you sure it wasn't Sissi you were making out with?"
"Yes I-" Ulrich stops in the middle of his sentence in realization. "Odd, what the fuck!"
"At least now I know you're not lying." The brunette flashes a look of pure fury before switching back to his usual passive face.
"What is actually wrong with you."
"Look, dude, if it means anything to you, I'm glad you don't like her." Odd manages calmly. While he actually likes Sissi, Odd has seen her during some of her bad days. It wasn't pretty. "She can be a real bitch sometimes."
Ulrich only shakes his head as if he understands exactly what Odd's saying. Odd grasps the door knob and pulls the door open. There are twenty rooms per each floor, except for the first, and by seeing nobody the hall, Odd can't help but believe that everybody else is already at the auditorium.
"Does she know anything or not?"
Odd walks out the door and Ulrich follows. Ulrich closes the door and locks it. He pulls his key chain around his head, before tossing Odd his own.
"Nope." Ulrich gives an exasperated expression. "She says her dad won't tell her anything."
As they walk down the hallway, the blonde turns to him. "So basically what you're saying is, we're totally fucked."
The two boys begin walking down the main staircase. Considering they are on the third floor and they weren't using the elevator, it takes them a bit longer to reach the lobby than others on lower floors.
"Yep." He says, popping the p. "Wanna go to Fairview Coffee after?"
The two boys wave at Mr. Beaumont, the security guard for the building, before exiting out of the main door. They begin walking down Kadic Academy's extremely large campus. The sky is clear and the grass is as green as ever. The summer air is still blowing its steady breeze, cooling down the hot day. From this far, the fair-haired boy can see people entering the auditorium. He can't help but smile a bit. The sun doesn't hurt as much this time around.
"It's like you read my mind."
Ok, so here's the difference about my updating schedule. A new chapter will be coming out on the day it is set in. The next four chapters are also set on this date, so between the months of February-August, I'll be choosing random months to post three of them in while the last one of the four will be posted on September 5th, 2015. From then on, each chapter will be posted on the same date as it is in the story. If you want to make a suggestion to the story line after September 5th, don't it expect the change to occur in the next chapter. It'll have to be incorporated into several chapters ahead and that's if I like the idea. This is just my note on posting.
Just letting you know that Montpellier is a city in France.
French Translations (please let me know if anything is wrong):
Académie Kadic- Kadic Academy
Puissance Dortoir- Strength Dormitory
La Chambre 302- Room 302
3ème Étage Salle de Bains- 3rd Floor Bathroom
I have also decided to write a bunch of one-liners for each coming chapter down here, so if you wanna know what that'll be about then all you have to do is read down here.
Chapter 2: Unexpected Problems:
3rd POV
Where da fuk u at?
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"Yumi… There's a pink-haired bandit in our house…"
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"How about the 'for fucks sake, is black the only color you have in your closet' black?"
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Yumi Ishiyama is the wrong girl to mess with and she'll make sure everyone knows it by the end of this goddamn assembly.
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And when she died, it was almost like an eternal cloud floated over their heads.
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"Last time I checked, I can eat where I want, sleep where I want, and take a shit where I want off of school property and the school can't do anything about it."
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Yumi is sure that at this rate, her entire life will just be filled with unexpected problems.
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"I think I've seen something like that in the Elders' section when I was shopping for nice sweaters to give to my Grandma."
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Pouvez-Vous M'Entendre Auditorium; built in loving memory of Madeleine Delmas.
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'I didn't know what love was until I had met Ulrich for the first time.'
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Then Sissi fell in love with Odd Della-Robbia.
Please review and thanks for reading.