Summery: Andy (my OC) finds herself on a bus ride to the wrong destination, but it turns out she likes where she ends up better. What will happen to her world when she allows the typical mayhem of the Pharaoh's gang to take over? AtemxOC, some JoeyxSeto and some YugixAtem. Might get a bit emo later on. XD

Ok, so, yea, review please! And I don't own anything but my OC and her world. The songs aren't mine either.

Silence. The void that made life bearable. Not everyone can cope with constant chatter and bubbly happiness all the time. School was sometimes a complete joyfest that not everyone feels quite so joyous about. Sometimes you need to be quiet and sullen. There can't be anything wrong with that. At least Andy didn't think so. Andy didn't like school sometimes, mostly because she just didn't want to hang out with her friends that day. There are just some days where you need that time all to yourself, right? A day to just look at yourself and be your own friend for a while. Andy didn't think there was anything wrong with just being your own friend. You need to love yourself, right? What better way to do that than to get to know yourself and hang out alone? You might learn something about yourself hanging with your friends can never-

-Beep-

"-Mamita yo se que tu no te me va' a quitar (duro!)
Lo que me gusta es q tu te dejas llevar (duro!!)
To los weekenes ella sale a vacilar (duro!!)
Mi gata no para de janguiar-"

-click-

Andy pushed the god-given alarm button to turn off the radio alarm and blearily looked at the time. 5:20am. With all the conviction she could muster, she rolled her lower body to give her the leverage to turn the rest of her to the edge of the bed so she could get up off it. Once she stood on her feel and her equilibrium returned, she looked at herself in the mirror to affirm that yes, she was awake, yes, she looked like the same semi-concious piece of crap she always did in the mornings, and yes… she still had that zit on her forehead.

Crap. She thought. Maybe I can cover it with my dreads… Afferming that no amount of dread coverage would help, as it was, of course, smack dab on her third eye point, she walked into the bathroom to take a nice hot shower.

Once she was in the shower and she got the gel lather going, she started to scrub all around, making sure that when she got out of there, she wouldn't smell like bed and cat. She loved Farrah dearly, but that cat loved her too. Too much. She would find the most annoying positions to pin Andy in by laying on top of her and falling asleep. But she loved that cat. She loved it so much…

"Oh, no; oh… ohhh…" Andy randomly exclaimed as she sank to the floor of the shower. Breathing heavily, she swam in a sea of red and blue-violet as her head swelled like a balloon. It felt like an eternity before she could make sense of her surroundings- the newly renovated shower area with its cream tiles and glass enclosure, smeared with a trail of suds and rubbed-off mist from when she held on sliding to the floor of the tub. In a slow, deliberate motion, she flipped her legs behind her, pulled the glass door open, and breathed deep.

Okey, okay, that's new. She thought, mildly surprised by the fact that she could think coherently I'm claustrophobic now. Okay. That's fine . I can deal with that. No more long showers for me. Standing up carefully, she allowed the hot water to run the suds off her skin and relax her muscles. Even though the moist heat was making it hard for her to breathe, she welcomed it. When it was harder to breathe, she was forced to take good, deep breaths. Finally, she decided she had enough of good, cleansing, deep breaths and turned off the water.

Once back inside her room, she made metal note of the time on her clock: 5:31. That was odd. She could have sworn she took longer than that. It could not have been only ten minutes of shower to give her that kind of reaction. As a matter of fact, she wasn't even claustrophobic. These new thoughts scared her, but she quickly pushed it out of her mind. It was just claustrophobia.

People get new phobias all the time, right? Something must have happened during my child hood that I must have forgotten. Oh well. Must… get… dressed.

Andy pulled her black leather vest out of the closet- the one with the corset seams and the ties in the back that don't meet. She liked that vest. It made her look cool in leather, and she didn't need to be a stick figure to do it. She matched it up with the hot topic pants she bought last year with the sparse allotment of chains and links. I'm still mad this cost $49. She grabbed socks from her armoire and covered them with her black combat boots with the… red stiching. The other ones were in repair. Poor boots.She finished it all up with torn pantyhose arm sleeves and some silver bracelets. Looking at her self, she realized something was missing. When it finally clicked, she pulled her silver pentacle out from under her vest. She loved that thing. Ever since she got it from Rakkassa, she hasn't taken it off since. It was her little charm.

Finished reveling in her notched and slightly-tarnished pentacle's glory, she repacked her messenger bag with all the things she'd need for the day: a change of clothes for gym, a binder and some pencils, her sketchpad and several more pencils, deodorant, perfume, zit crème (she popped that zit in her face, she got sick of it) her cell phone, her keys to the house, her makeup kit, toothpaste and a toothbrush and her $100 dollar bill in her cardholder full of metrocards, discount cards and business cards she'd never use. She was pissed that she had to use her Christmas money to buy lunch and stuff, but she didn't get her money yet from chores. After all was done, she popped open the microwave and put in a bacon and egg hot pocket. She knew no breakfast places would take a C-note, especially not from a 16-yr-old. No one knows where that could be from. No way. Grabbing onto the crisped hot pocket, Andy stuffed it in her mouth, picked up her bag, exited the door and locked it in one fluid motion.

Had the poor sap known she wouldn't see her parents and demented younger brother, she wouldn't have been so quick to leave the house.

On the bus she picked her MP3 player out of the pocket where the left it yesterday. It was a Sansa M60 or something like that- the LCD was shot from the inside out. She couldn't even see the song's she was going to play- her so-called "Rock out" playlist. Oh well, she knew all the songs on it by heart. She clicked a the play button and let "Redemption" by 3rd Strike fill her eardrums with remorseful, sadistic chords.

As the beginning guitar riff ends, she looked out the window at the sunrise- lit housetops. Lucky bastards get houses. I get a frakken' apartment. Eh, at least I get the biggest room known to man. As the soft, cold lyrics repeat the ever-sadistic message to her, she notices that the bus stopped at a new stop. As the passangers boarded, one appeared that seemed oddly familiar to her.

Would you let me take control…

There were no other seats so he sat down in the aisle seat in the row across from her. She tried not to look suspicious, but she kept looking over to him so that she could remember who he was.

If I told you that I would never love another?
Build a prison for your soul…

He was a long jawed white kid with a duck-tail haircut, wearing a dark blue uniform jacket and pants that covered a white shirt. His brown hair was a little darker at the roots- Andy wondered if he dyed it.

With the shelter I provide
Surely we could live forever

He didn't need to, the dark brown looked just fine on him. But to each their own. He was holding a suitcase- maybe he broke his school bag? He didn't look that much older than her.

Feel addiction take control
I know no other way
Reality is just fantasy again
If I could penetrate you soul…

I'd help you find a way to make fantasy reality again

Two stops later, a blonde boy about the same age and wearing the same uniform boarded the bus. He stood next to the duck-tail kid and greeted him with a fist-touch and a "Hey, Tristen, what's doing?"

Would you let me take you home fulfill my every need

Keep you in this spell you're under?

Tristen? Where have I heard that name before? Andy looked up and the kid with the messy blond 'do. He was tall, lanky, and spoke with a Brooklyn accent. Again, he looked very familiar. But she couldn't place it.

Cause now's the time to let you know…

Even when "Tristen" replied with a "Hey, Joey." She still couldn't place either of their identities. It was so odd that she didn't even know these people and they looked so familiar…

If you only take my hand never will there be another

Andy felt sleep creeping over her senses. She hoped that when she woke up the two boys would still be nearby so that she could hope to identify them.

Feel addiction take control…
I know no other way
Reality is just fantasy again
If I could penetrate you soul
I'd help you find a way to make fantasy reality again…

At the ending riff of "Embrace the Gutter" by the Autumn Offering, the last song on her playlist, Andy awoke to see that the bus was reaching her stop. She clicked the bell and stood up to the back door, followed by several people; two obnoxiously loud boys in particular didn't escape her peripheral vision. They were ranting on about some dueling game and their mutual hatred of someone called " that Kaiba jerk". Once she stepped down and walked towards the building of her school, she made a mental note of how they were going in the same direction as her, but didn't seem to notice her at all. In any case, she switched off the player, but didn't take out the headphones so it would look like she'd had it on.

When she approached the grounds of the school, they didn't change direction.

When they were on the school lawn going towards the door, they didn't change direction.

When she'd stopped and they were just about to enter the door they didn't change direction.

Finally, Andy just watched them go inside, dumbfounded. Who are they, and why are they going into my school? Are they enrolled? This is a public school, no one wears uniforms like that. Hmmn, transfer students maybe. Weirdos. Andy just shrugged and caught the ever slow-to-close blue doors before the latch clicked. Once she was inside- she froze.

She looked all around at the white, plain tiles with the numerous billboards full of fliers instead of projects. She looked at the odd class signs that said things like 1-A, 1-D, etc. She looked at the sliding doors that replaced the usual rotating ones. But most of all, she gawked at the big sign above the metallic double doors that were blue the last time she saw them-which was when she's just walked in.

DOMINO HIGH—PLEASE REMOVE YOUR SHOES.

Ok, so review please! I'm hoping people like it!