A/N: My first Digimon story ^_^. Though I always thought I'd base it on the
01 season oh well ^^. Be nice r/r!
Ruki: Demon 'n' Angel owns nothing! And I'm glad. She'd probably have the whole season based on Henrika. ::sticks out tongue::
Demon: ::innocently:: What's so bad about that?
Sum- Henry writes a dark poem during class and now everyone's concerned about him and on his case 24/7.
Why is it so wrong?
Jenrya sat bored in the back of his English class. It was possibly one of his better subject but he didn't write that often. Not many people understood his way of writing anyway. And when they did find the inner meaning they were most likely to freak out or get all emotional and ask about his family life.
No one understood... Barely he himself did either.
He sighed as his teacher droned on and on about poems and sorts. Poetry didn't get Jen's attention. Sure he wrote a few poems in a book back at home, they were actually quite good in his opinion, but he never showed them to people. They were a bit dark, yes, but it wasn't like he was actually thinking of ending it... Or was he?
Jenrya traced the scratches on his desk with his pencil. Time always ticked slowly during this block, It was one of those things you just couldn't explain. Sort of like himself, his poetry, and the looks of concern that Ruki often shot towards him during their English classes.
She'd begged her mom to be moved into the same school as he and the others. At first they had no classes together until Ruki got transferred to his Spanish (?) and English class. There were moments she looked back at him from her seat in the front with that same worry in her eyes.
Perhaps she was a bit confused as to why he seemed like such a loner in school and a bit of the opposite everywhere else. True, he only had the other tamers and Digimon as his friends and didn't hold much of a social life other than that, was that so wrong?
He never had the time to make a decent conversation with others. He had been lost in the shuffle of life along with so many others. Though he had always seemed to stand out in his own little way.
Jen starred blankly at the small drawing he drew absentmindedly in his moments of thought.
It was nothing really at all. Just a small rose in the corner, which was shriveling and dying. The thick mark of his pencil gave off the affect that the rose was black.
Before anyone would have a chance to see it the erase washed it away from existence, only leaving the tan desktop.
They'd just make assumptions, he told himself bitterly. People had that flaw, to judge things before they knew the meaning behind.
The blue haired boy looked up in time to see the retreating stare of Ruki Makino. He allowed the sigh to escape from his lips.
"Begin!" The teacher order as he walked down the aisle of desks, dropping a blank piece of paper on each desk. Jenrya starred at his in confusion. His unique grey eyes searched the room as if looking for the answer. Fournatley they found it, much to his dismay it read: Write a poem!!! And it was underlined about three times.
He bit his lip as his pencil wrote the propper heading. He considered on what he was going to write but his conscience seemed to have other ideas. (Don't get mad if it comes out all wrong.)
Jenrya Lee Poem 4/11/03
English Per.8
Ever get that feeling
That life's just not worth it anymore
And you want to leave it all behind?
Watch the tears of pure blood fall down ones cheeks
Wondering why you continue suffering
Through each coming day?
The sky grows grey
And clouds file over the deep blue
A soft down pour is all you need
Mental good byes to all that made it worth it
But only for a while
And the yells and shouts
Of all the voices in your head
Telling you nothings worth it anymore
No one cares
You tried to tell them that
They're all your friends
But the voices showed you different
They opened up your eyes...
And in your ending prayer you smile for the first time
Finally letting go
And the dagger pierces through
Blood soaks your clothes and you fall to the ground
Clutching the grass tightly
And you're happy to escape
It's finally quiet
The voices are silent
They didn't think you'd go through it
But it was all worth while
Because you can finally be free
Jen scribbled down the last sentence just as the bell rang. "O.k. class hand in your poems." The teacher said with a bit of irritation in his voice. The class all rose from their seats and rushed out the door handing over their papers as quick as they could.
Jen was the last to leave as always. "Here you go sensei." He placed his poem on top and was about to leave but the teacher placed a hand on his shoulder. "Lee, I think we need to talk."
Jenrya raised an eyebrow as he was led to his teacher's desk. "See Lee... This poem puts me a bit on edge."
"Edge?" He echoed.
"Yes Lee. This troubles me." He held up the newly written poem. Jenrya scanned it with his eyes, also a bit horrified on what he had written. He never got to read over it. And besides that fact, he usually wrote without knowing the exact thoughts he wrote.
"Is there something wrong at home? Are you not feeling right inside? Are you not happy?" The teacher's eyes filled with worry and concern.
"Sure I am."
"I've noticed you don't get along with the others. Is that what bothers you?"
"No ma'am. They don't get along with me."
"But you don't even try. You sit in the back everyday. Quiet like a mouse. Sometimes I forget you're here Lee. The others talk to you but you always ignore them."
"I'm just shy s'all"
"Is this poem about you?" The teacher tried again.
Jenrya sighed, Why do you always have to pry? Always make assumptions? Just try to understand for once in your life.
He wasn't sure what he shook his head at. His thoughts or the teachers question.
"Very well Lee. Just to be safe I'm sending you to the counsler."
"But why?" He yelled back.
The teacher grew quite annoyed. "First thing in the morning!"
It wasn't fair. This is what happened every time. Why was it so wrong to write something dark and not have it mean a thing?!
Demon: So whadda think?
Henry: Very imaginative. I would of thought Rika to be the one writing dark poems and having no friends in class.
Demon: Yeah but I thought it would probably fit u. The o so mysterious person.
Henry: I guess so....
Demon: This is exactly what happened 2 me -_- long story. Though I'm gunna switch it around from wat truly happened.
Henry: I c
Demon: So review please!? If I get nice reviews I'll start the next ch.
Rika: Oh god no...
Demon: Yes this ill turn out to be Henrika ^_^.
Ruki: Demon 'n' Angel owns nothing! And I'm glad. She'd probably have the whole season based on Henrika. ::sticks out tongue::
Demon: ::innocently:: What's so bad about that?
Sum- Henry writes a dark poem during class and now everyone's concerned about him and on his case 24/7.
Why is it so wrong?
Jenrya sat bored in the back of his English class. It was possibly one of his better subject but he didn't write that often. Not many people understood his way of writing anyway. And when they did find the inner meaning they were most likely to freak out or get all emotional and ask about his family life.
No one understood... Barely he himself did either.
He sighed as his teacher droned on and on about poems and sorts. Poetry didn't get Jen's attention. Sure he wrote a few poems in a book back at home, they were actually quite good in his opinion, but he never showed them to people. They were a bit dark, yes, but it wasn't like he was actually thinking of ending it... Or was he?
Jenrya traced the scratches on his desk with his pencil. Time always ticked slowly during this block, It was one of those things you just couldn't explain. Sort of like himself, his poetry, and the looks of concern that Ruki often shot towards him during their English classes.
She'd begged her mom to be moved into the same school as he and the others. At first they had no classes together until Ruki got transferred to his Spanish (?) and English class. There were moments she looked back at him from her seat in the front with that same worry in her eyes.
Perhaps she was a bit confused as to why he seemed like such a loner in school and a bit of the opposite everywhere else. True, he only had the other tamers and Digimon as his friends and didn't hold much of a social life other than that, was that so wrong?
He never had the time to make a decent conversation with others. He had been lost in the shuffle of life along with so many others. Though he had always seemed to stand out in his own little way.
Jen starred blankly at the small drawing he drew absentmindedly in his moments of thought.
It was nothing really at all. Just a small rose in the corner, which was shriveling and dying. The thick mark of his pencil gave off the affect that the rose was black.
Before anyone would have a chance to see it the erase washed it away from existence, only leaving the tan desktop.
They'd just make assumptions, he told himself bitterly. People had that flaw, to judge things before they knew the meaning behind.
The blue haired boy looked up in time to see the retreating stare of Ruki Makino. He allowed the sigh to escape from his lips.
"Begin!" The teacher order as he walked down the aisle of desks, dropping a blank piece of paper on each desk. Jenrya starred at his in confusion. His unique grey eyes searched the room as if looking for the answer. Fournatley they found it, much to his dismay it read: Write a poem!!! And it was underlined about three times.
He bit his lip as his pencil wrote the propper heading. He considered on what he was going to write but his conscience seemed to have other ideas. (Don't get mad if it comes out all wrong.)
Jenrya Lee Poem 4/11/03
English Per.8
Ever get that feeling
That life's just not worth it anymore
And you want to leave it all behind?
Watch the tears of pure blood fall down ones cheeks
Wondering why you continue suffering
Through each coming day?
The sky grows grey
And clouds file over the deep blue
A soft down pour is all you need
Mental good byes to all that made it worth it
But only for a while
And the yells and shouts
Of all the voices in your head
Telling you nothings worth it anymore
No one cares
You tried to tell them that
They're all your friends
But the voices showed you different
They opened up your eyes...
And in your ending prayer you smile for the first time
Finally letting go
And the dagger pierces through
Blood soaks your clothes and you fall to the ground
Clutching the grass tightly
And you're happy to escape
It's finally quiet
The voices are silent
They didn't think you'd go through it
But it was all worth while
Because you can finally be free
Jen scribbled down the last sentence just as the bell rang. "O.k. class hand in your poems." The teacher said with a bit of irritation in his voice. The class all rose from their seats and rushed out the door handing over their papers as quick as they could.
Jen was the last to leave as always. "Here you go sensei." He placed his poem on top and was about to leave but the teacher placed a hand on his shoulder. "Lee, I think we need to talk."
Jenrya raised an eyebrow as he was led to his teacher's desk. "See Lee... This poem puts me a bit on edge."
"Edge?" He echoed.
"Yes Lee. This troubles me." He held up the newly written poem. Jenrya scanned it with his eyes, also a bit horrified on what he had written. He never got to read over it. And besides that fact, he usually wrote without knowing the exact thoughts he wrote.
"Is there something wrong at home? Are you not feeling right inside? Are you not happy?" The teacher's eyes filled with worry and concern.
"Sure I am."
"I've noticed you don't get along with the others. Is that what bothers you?"
"No ma'am. They don't get along with me."
"But you don't even try. You sit in the back everyday. Quiet like a mouse. Sometimes I forget you're here Lee. The others talk to you but you always ignore them."
"I'm just shy s'all"
"Is this poem about you?" The teacher tried again.
Jenrya sighed, Why do you always have to pry? Always make assumptions? Just try to understand for once in your life.
He wasn't sure what he shook his head at. His thoughts or the teachers question.
"Very well Lee. Just to be safe I'm sending you to the counsler."
"But why?" He yelled back.
The teacher grew quite annoyed. "First thing in the morning!"
It wasn't fair. This is what happened every time. Why was it so wrong to write something dark and not have it mean a thing?!
Demon: So whadda think?
Henry: Very imaginative. I would of thought Rika to be the one writing dark poems and having no friends in class.
Demon: Yeah but I thought it would probably fit u. The o so mysterious person.
Henry: I guess so....
Demon: This is exactly what happened 2 me -_- long story. Though I'm gunna switch it around from wat truly happened.
Henry: I c
Demon: So review please!? If I get nice reviews I'll start the next ch.
Rika: Oh god no...
Demon: Yes this ill turn out to be Henrika ^_^.