Ok, IM SARRY if non of u likd my last stury. I got lots of falms. Btu luckly I tuk ur suggestuns an roat a nwe stori… plz enjoye.

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"Hamtaro?" A young woman's voice rang through the cozy home. "Hamtaro, wake up! You don't want to be late on your first day of school!" So, it was a cliché. But could you really blame Laura Haruna? Not much could get her younger brother out of bed, what with his careless nature and easygoing personality. He didn't care if he was late, but you couldn't blame the girl for trying.

A messy head of shaggy strawberry-blonde hair poked through the covers, and the body it belonged to stretched and yawned. What had Laura been talking about?

Oh, right. School. High School. Hamtaro gulped and slipped on a simple orange t-shirt and ripped jeans (then rolled them up at the bottom – still only five-foot-six, Hamtaro wasn't exactly tall for his age and, skinny as he was, often found clothes to be loose on his frame). He then headed into the kitchen, where his twenty-two-year-old sister Laura served him a hearty plate of pancakes.

"Thanks, Laura!" He exclaimed before devouring his breakfast. Laura sat across from him, buried in a text book. This was her senior year of college, and with their parents gone, she was left not only to raise her younger brother, but also to finish school and earn her pay at a local thrift store. Because of this, she was often prone to stress, which concerned Hamtaro.

He wasn't necessarily what you would call… responsible. Curious, easygoing, courageous, and occasionally reckless, Hamtaro made up for his faults with friendliness and love. Sure, it sounds corny. Really corny. Actually, I wasn't sure what my point was there. Except that Hamtaro is a good friend. Er, yeah.

"Hamtaro, you'd better start walking to school," Laura reminded. "Oxnard is probably waiting for you at the bus stop."

"Good idea!" Hamtaro agreed, and grabbed his backpack, then headed for the door.

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"I wonder what they're serving for lunch today," Oxnard commented as they entered the building. "Oh, I hope they have sunflower seeds! Wouldn't that be awesome?" Oxnard made his love for food – especially sunflower seeds – known to his friends. He was bigger than Hamtaro (and by that, I mean chubby), and would often wear a grey sweatshirt and blue jeans. His hair was short and a musty brown color, his eyes cloudy grey.

"This place is huge," Hamtaro observed, distracted. Oxnard would often joke that his best friend had ADD, and Hamtaro would argue back… before he swiftly changed the subject to something completely unrelated.

"Yeah," Oxnard agreed nervously. "I hope we don't get lost."

"Lost, eh?" An unfamiliar voice piped, sounding cocky and gruff. Both boys looked up to see an older boy with short black hair and a very muscular build. He was much taller than Hamtaro and Oxnard, most definitely an upperclassmen. "Looking for a tour guide? Then I'm your man! The name's Boss."

"Hi!" Hamtaro chirped. "I'm Hamtaro and this is Oxnard."

"Could you help us find the snack machines?" Oxnard asked in an introductory manner. Snacks were what he was all about, of course.

"This way," Boss lead, explaining to the both of them which hallways belonged to who, where each clique hung out, what areas to avoid, and the like.

"And this," Boss began, standing next to a picnic table outside, "is where I like to eat lunch. Since I'm a sophomore and you two are freshmen, we're gonna have the same lunch period." The sophomores and freshmen would have both lunch and Phys. Ed together, mainly because the school was so small and there weren't enough periods in the day to divide them up.

Both boys nodded, then Oxnard's eyes lit up. "The snack machines!" He cooed, excited, and ran to them. "Look, Hamtaro, this one has sunflower seeds for only fifty cents!"

"That's great!" Hamtaro replied, and Boss just grinned.

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Hamtaro's first class was English, and Oxnard had Biology, so the two had to split up. Hamtaro took a seat in the middle of the classroom, excited to meet his classmates. One by one, they filed in – some looking nervous, others bored, but most of all… like they didn't want to be there. Hamtaro curiously observed his classmates, making eye contact and waving occasionally.

"Hi, I'm Hamtaro!" He said to the girl sitting next to him. She was very slender, with snowy blonde hair that fell right below her shoulders in gentle curls. She had big eyes in an icy shade of blue that matched the ribbon in her hair.

"`Allo," She responded in an adorable French purr. "My name is Bijou."

"Are you new?" Hamtaro asked, attempting to make conversation.

"Yes, I `ave just moved here, from Paris." Bijou answered. "I do not have any friends yet."

She looks sad! Hamtaro noted mentally. "Well, now you do!" He said optimistically. "Do you want to eat lunch with me, Oxnard, and Boss?"

"…that sounds wonderful!" She agreed after a moment of hesitance. "I think I have met this 'Boss'. He is strong, yes?"

"Yeah, that's him." Hamtaro smiled. "He was nice enough to show me and Oxnard around the school."

"Oh, that is very sweet." Bijou cooed. Somehow, Hamtaro felt a tinge of jealousy for Boss. Before he could pinpoint exactly why, their English teacher, Ms. Lowman, barked at them.

"Bijou! Hamtaro! Are you going to pay attention to my lesson or just chitchat all day?"

"We're sorry, Ms. Lowman!" Hamtaro apologized. "It won't happen again."

"Well, it better not." Ms. Lowman scowled. She was a middle-aged woman, with a long skinny neck. She began writing on the blackboard

"It's best you don't get on her bad side." The girl in front of Hamtaro turned around to say. "She's very detention-happy." She had straight, layered light auburn hair with dark brown streaks under a green and blue argyle beanie. Dark brown eyes were outlined heavily, and she had vans on her feet. "I'm Sandy, by the way."

"If you said we were going to get in trouble for talking," Bijou whispered, "isn't it safe for you to follow your own advice?"

"Nah," Sandy whispered back. "I practically live in detention. Always taking the heat for my brother, since on his next strike he'd get suspended – and you know our mom wouldn't be happy about that."

"You have a brother?" Hamtaro asked.

"We're twins, actually." Sandy explained. "Stan skates a lot, and, well," she motioned to her tight Element t-shirt, and dark wash skinny jeans, "I kinda caught on. But gymnastics is my real love."

"That's cool," Hamtaro complimented.

"You too, Sandy? If you three can't quiet down then you're all going straight to the principal!"

Sandy quickly turned around in her seat and began 'taking notes' (aka doodling in her notebook), then Bijou smiled sheepishly at Hamtaro.

"Sorry," She mouthed. Hamtaro just gave her a thumbs up.

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Hamtaro watched as Bijou carried her sack lunch to their table, nibbling on the hot dog he'd gotten from the cafeteria. "Hey Bijou!" He called. "This is Oxnard and Boss."

"I believe we've met?" Boss inquired, smiling at Bijou.

"Oui," Bijou confirmed.

"Are you gonna eat your sunflower seeds?" Oxnard asked, and Bijou handed them over.

"Hey guys, room for two more?" Sandy asked. Next to her was a tall, skinny boy with short brown hair and a blue button-up shirt. In his right hand he carried a sandwich, and in his left was a book. "This is Maxwell. He reads a lot."

"Indeed," Maxwell concurred. "Right now I'm rereading The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn – I've read it before, of course, but I hear we'll be studying it in AP English next year and I just want to be prepared."

"Wow, smart guy." Hamtaro noted.

"You know who else is really smart?" Oxnard began. "This guy named Dexter. He's in my History class, and man he knew a lot about… stuff."

"I doubt he knows more than Maxwell," Sandy bragged.

"Oh, now, Sandy, let's not be hasty and make assumptions." Maxwell lectured.

"Right, right."

"Man, tables are really filling up fast." Boss observed aloud. "Looks like you're outta luck if you don't have a clique."

"That probably includes my brother and Panda." Sandy said. "Only two skaters in town. Hey, Stan! Over here!" She waved, and a boy with hair like his sister's (only shorter, obviously) and an acrobatic frame sauntered over.

"Hey, sis." He smiled coyly in Bijou's direction. "Who's this."

"Bonjour, my name is Bijou."

"Ahh, my little French creampuff. You know, that ribbon in your hair really matches your eyes."

"Stan!" Sandy warned. Boss was fuming.

"Hey, hey, hands off, hot shot!" Boss advised. Stan laughed, but gave no verbal response.

"Stan thinks he's a ladies' man." Sandy explained. "Ignore him, he flirts like it's a sport."

"Well, I am an excellent athlete." Stan said, which earned him an "Oh, shut up" and a punch in the gut.

"It's nice to meet you!" Hamtaro greeted.

Stan smiled. "Oh, and this is Panda." He motioned to a slightly taller teen, his hair dark and longish, skin milk white with a sprinkling of freckles dusted across the bridge of his nose. He was thin and wearing dark jeans and a black t-shirt.

"Hey," Panda greeted. "Have you guys signed up for any electives yet?"

"I am taking Home Economics," Bijou offered. "And ceramics."

"Hey, I'm in ceramics too!" Hamtaro said enthusiastically.

"And I'm taking Home Ec." Oxnard chimed in. The reason for this being, well… the food!

"It is very comforting to know that I'll have friends in my classes." Bijou remarked.

"Ugh, electives, don't remind me!" Sandy moaned. "I've already got soccer, basketball, swimming, gymnastics, and homework… when am I going to have time for any extra classes? Never, that's when!"

"Don't worry, Sandy." Maxwell comforted. "I'm positive that you'll find something you like and be able to juggle the coursework. I'm taking computer science."

"What about you, Panda, what are you taking?" Oxnard asked.

"Woodshop," Panda answered. "I plan to be a carpenter someday, and I can already do a lot with wood. This'll be a good head start."

"Already got your future planned out?" Boss raised, impressed. "Wow, you're years ahead of me. I just hope I can get into college on a football scholarship, or something."

"I didn't know you played football!" Stan said, pleased to have found a bond with somebody new over athletics. "I'm more of a soccer guy, myself. But football's pretty rad."

"Hah, yeah." Boss responded, and Hamtaro noticed him looking at Bijou to see if she was impressed.

"I've never seen anyone play football," Bijou confessed. "It's an American sport, oui?"

"Yeah, that's right." Boss replied. "You should come to one of my games. Maybe afterwards we—"

His invitation was cut short by a beautiful girl in a short denim skirt. Her body was toned and slightly curvy, brown hair wound in tight curls that stopped at her mid-back. Her eyes were blue and covered in eyeliner and mascara. She pushed Bijou to the left so she was sitting in-between the French girl and Hamtaro.

"Puh-lease, are you serious?" She inquired at Hamtaro. "You want this," She motioned to Bijou, "after going out with this?" and then to herself. "You've really dropped your standards, Hamtaro."

He sighed. "Hi, Sparkle."

"Hey!" Boss stood up, outraged. "You can't talk to Bijou that way!"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought I had the freedom of speech, or is this no longer a free country?"

"What is your problem?" Sandy asked. "They weren't even doing anything."

"Oh, like I need to take that from you, Butch." Sparkle replied snidely.

"That's it—"

"Woah, woah, calm down, sis." Stan ordered, holding Sandy back by the shoulders. He made eye contact with Sparkle and licked his lips.

"Oh, please." Sparkle scoffed. "Why am I even bothering? You're hanging out with losers now, Hamtaro. Tell me when you're ready to come to your senses." She bumped Bijou's shoulder on her way out.

"…what was that all about?" Panda asked, confused.

"She's my ex-girlfriend." Hamtaro explained sullenly. "I broke up with her last summer but she isn't leaving me alone."

"She's hot!" Stan exclaimed. "And popular. I want me a piece of that!"

"Oh, shut up. She's also a total airhead." Sandy remarked.

"Are you okay?" A girl wearing a pink scarf asked Bijou. "That girl's such a jerk, I don't know where she gets off bullying others." Her honey-colored eyes were squinted in anger, subtle brown waves framing her face.

"I… I think so." Bijou stammered, her expression forlorn. "I am very… confused."

"Her last target was Penelope." The girl explained, stepping aside to reveal a short, skinny girl in a huge yellow sweater and brown skirt. She had big eyes and long brown hair in pigtails. "She's really shy, so people pick on her a lot. It doesn't help that she's so small."

"Hello, Penelope." Hamtaro said. Penelope waved, a small smile playing on her thin lips.

"Um, Hamtaro?" Bijou poked his shoulder to get his attention. "I was wondering. What did that girl mean when she said zat you have dropped your standards?"

"She meant that she thought she was better than you," Sandy said. "Which is a lie, of course, but she just wanted to feel better about herself."

"it's best you ignore people like her," The girl in the pink scarf advised.

"Oh," Bijou said.

"I'm Pashmina, and you already know Penelope. She's kind of like my… little sister, in a way."

"I'm Hamtaro! This is Boss, Oxnard, Bijou, Maxwell, Sandy, Stan, and Panda."

"Cool," Pashmina replied, then pulled a schedule out of her backpack. "Hey, um, does anyone have History next? I have history and I don't want Penelope to be alone."

"I do!" Hamtaro volunteered.

"Me too," Panda added. "We'll take care of her."

"Thanks so much!" Pashmina said. "So, should we get to class?"

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I no bad ednign btu das ok. U mete howdy snuzer dxeter kapie adn jingle in da nxte chap. C I told u all I cud improvv an luk wut hapend… I hop u lyke even tho da curect spelign maks me luk like a freek

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