Author's Note: This is my first fanfic ever. The first chapter is kinda boring, so bear with me as I get to the good stuff in later chapters. The purpose of this chapter is to explain the main character a little and and get things started off. Please stick around for later chapters! R&R. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! GX, though I certainly wish I did.


The constant buzzing of my alarm clock pulled me from a sweet and deep, deep sleep. My fist came down on the snooze button as my body followed similarly, falling out of my bed and onto the floor. Slowly and groggily I rose, stretching my arms as I let out a long yawn. I glanced at the mirror from across the room, only to see my horrendous reflection. No amount of hairspray could have molded my hair into the shape it took that morning.

I made my way down the hall, taking my felonious bedhead with me. My fatigue caused me to occasionally bump into a wall, which made it hard for me to reach my destination. Eventually, I reached the bathroom, entered, and locked the door behind me. Sticking my hand behind the shower curtain, I turned on the faucet and stuck my free hand under the running water. The water was freezing, so I adjusted the knob until I was satisfied with the temperature. I retreated to the center of the bathroom and stripped myself of my pajamas. I then entered the shower, drawing back the curtains and then closing them behind me.

My shower lasted about half an hour. I rarely took my showers in the morning due to the unavailability of time, but this morning was different. I had somewhere special to go, so I had to at least be clean. I stuck my hand out from behind the shower curtain and grabbed the nearest towel on the wrack. Wrapped in the towel, I left the bathroom and dripped down the hallway to my room. I stood over my open drawer, soaking wet, searching for the proper apparel. Finally coming to a decision, I slid on a pair of jean shorts, my favorite pair that is, and a white spaghetti-strapped tank top that clung to my upper body. I covered my tank top with a long sleeve button up shirt. It's plaid design displayed different shades of green and blue. I buttoned it up halfway and rolled up the sleeves to my elbows. Glancing in the mirror, I realized how obvious it was that I hadn't put any effort into my outfit. To be honest, I didn't really care. How I looked never really concerned me. I wasn't very fashion savvy, nor did I want to be. I hated clothes shopping, especially for very popular brands and at the stores they were sold in. My unwillingness to spend money on clothes was reflected in my outfits, but as I said before, I didn't really care.

I sat down in front of the mirror and began to fix my hair. I blow-dried it and combed out the knots the best I could. My hair is fairly long and is dark brown. It is pin-straight and smooth, but can't hold a curl for more than half an hour. It is parted on the left side if my head, so the majority of it drapes over the right side of my face. I french braided the hair to the right of my part along my hairline and stopped above my ear. There, I pinned it with two bobby pins.

Next was my makeup. Believe me, I never was very good at putting on makeup, nor did I put on a lot. I applied some eyeliner and mascara, and left it at that. I wasn't very fond of putting on foundation, blush, and eye shadow, I just wasn't that type of person. I inspected myself in the mirror; sure it wasn't moviestar material, but it was good enough for me.

The thought of breakfast crept into my mind as my stomach made a loud and horrific noise. I descended into the kitchen via the stairs and made myself a bowl of cereal. I was alone in the kitchen; our family rarely ate breakfast together. After searching for the remote for five minutes, I found it and turned on the small TV that sat on the counter. A live duel from the other side of the world was being broadcast. Seeing a duel of course reminded me of the rest of the day to come. I had to go to the famous Kaiba Dome that morning to take an entrance exam to attend the most prodigious dueling school in America: Duel Academy. A few days ago, I had taken the written exam, which I aced, and today our exam tests us on our dueling skills by having us duel proctors with our own decks. If we won, we passed; if we lost, we failed. If we failed, we wouldn't be accepted.

After finishing my cereal, I turned off the TV and went upstairs to my bedroom. There, I retrieved my deck and my duel disk. I then returned to my previous location downstairs, and waited by the front door for my mother. A few minutes passed and she came flying down the stairs.

"Ready?" She asked.

"Of course," I replied.

"Now don't be nervous."

"I'm not nervous," I lied. How could I not be nervous?

"Well, let's be on our way then."

Together we left through the door and made our way to the car. I took my place in the passenger's seat as my mother took hers in the driver's seat. She started the engine and we left for the Kaiba Dome.

While most loathed car rides and saw them as boring and a nuisance, I enjoyed them. The longer they were, the better. Car rides gave me time to think. My family and I are a very cerebral bunch. In my thoughts, I often explore the mysteries of life. I endeavor to find the reasons behind others' behavior and my own, as well as the possibilities of the future. My mind is also plagued by what emotions arise as a result of an event and how people are permanently affected by these occurrences. Sometimes I find myself so deep in thought that I am unaware of my surroundings, and am startled by someone addressing me in an attempt to start a conversation. There are so many of life's puzzles and mysteries to solve, and my mind is always trying to find the answers.

My forever-questioning mind comes from my parents. Both of them are highly intelligent, and I and my siblings benefit from this through inheritance. Of all my siblings, I am the youngest, with two older brothers and one older sister. Our intelligence is reflected in our academic excellence. I and the younger of my two older brothers are the highest scoring of our family. All three of my siblings continued on to the same private high school after middle school. Instead of following in their footsteps, I will recieve my high school education at Duel Academy where I will learn about dueling as well as the other basic subjects. I wanted to go beyond the normal studies of mathematics, science, and history, and expand my knowledge of the world of Duel Monsters. To the state, three years of education at Duel Academy was the equivalent of four years at high school. The state found that three rather than four years of such an education was satisfactory.

Though I may appear to be all brains, 'tis not so, I'm muscle as well. I care a lot about my physical as well as mental health. My childhood and early adolescence was spent being involved in softball, cheerleading (which I was not a big fan of), volleyball, and basketball, which my time was most invested in. I try to exercise and workout on a regular basis. I'm a pretty athletic person, though it would not appear so at first glance. Instead I seem rather spastic, but those who know me know that I'm a lot togher than thought.

My thoughts were then interrupted by my mother.

"What'cha thinkin' about?" She asked. I debated whether or not to explain my chain of thoughts from the past ten minutes, but decided against it.

"Oh nothing."

"Well, if it's about today, you have nothing to worry about. I'm sure you'll do fine."

"Thanks mom." I was really lucky to have such a mother. She was kind, clever, and caring. I was truly thankful for my family.

"We're here," she announced. To my right was the Kaiba Dome. I got out, turned around to face my mother, and leaned on the open car door.

"Good luck," she said.

"Thanks," I replied, with a gentle and heartfelt smile. My family rarely displayed such heartfelt emotions. We never said "I'm sorry" or "I love you". We showed our affection through arguments and raised voices. Talking straight from the heart to my family made me feel uncomfortable, and I believe they were the same way. I couldn't help but occasionally giggle at my family's quirkiness. I closed the door to the passenger's side of the car and walked toward the entrance.

I hope I'm ready for this, I thought to myself.


Thank you so much for reading. R&R. Like I said before, I know this chapter's a little boring, but the best are yet to come, so please keep reading!