Kirsty: Hello everyone its me again

Ikuto:...

Kirsty: hehehe you say something you die ikuto anyways I got this idea during school thinking about who is my new IEP ( Individualized Education Plan) teacher since I just start High School this year, I get a new teacher every different school change. Well anyways, If people don't know what an IEP is for. It means that people who have a learning disorder.

Ikuto: sooo there stupid...

kirsty: HELL NO! (well I have meet a couple that are a couple grade lower than me that does the stupidest things to get attention) I meet a couple people with different learning disorders. (I miss my old speech class TTTT I miss you 3 so much! I only have 1 class with one of them) and they were even smarter than people who don't have it I only been in speech for 4 ¼ of the school years and I have to say. THEY GROW UP SO FAST!! TTTT I do miss them!

Ikuto: anyways plz start the story before you get all teary again.

Kirsty: okay -sniff-

Yoru: She doesn't own Shugo Chara!

(A/N: I will be sharing my life at a lot of parts in this because I been threw it all except the ikuto lovey-dovey shit,I don't think my parents were that emotional during the exam thing, I think I did make amu a little more emotional of the disorder in the beginning, and other stuff in the future. Also Amu has the disorder called dysgraphia ((like me)) and she has a hard time writing stuff out and spelling, usually when you have this disorder you will have problems with reading but some weird way I don't o0 and I love to read so amu is going to be the same also. Sorry there may be OC ness at parts because its partly me in it so yea. ENJOY!)

Here I am at this damn place again. Sitting in a cream colored room with coaches, chairs, tables, and toys little kids play. The TV was on showing playing a cheesy anime.

I tighten my grip of my black/white dress. Waiting...waiting...waiting...for the result of my "problem". I just can't wait to hear about the "good" news about it. Telling my friends isn't going to be easy...What expression would my parents show if it was a big mistake, just my unlucky day to fail that big English test again. The doctors and teachers would say " Ha Ha fooled you! You are alright and you passed kid!" with they're weird smile... even though I never knew these people, I can picture their laugh...

I wish that would be true...Like some insane joke, but I knew it wasn't...

My over emotional parents are probably crying and my weird cheerful sister is running around asking questions like "why you crying" or "What's that".

Just like any movie/show there is always a dramatic scene hoping it was a dream...

Is this a dream?

(2 ½ years later) (A/N: Amu is 14 and turning 15 next 2 1/3 months, also Ikuto is 19 or 20 I haven't decided yet)

Man, this is so boring. Looking around studyhall/Cafeteria seeing all the freshman,seniors,juniors,and sophomores sitting in their assigned seat. Doing whatever they can do...well stuff they are allowed to do. Me, I was just taking my time since I just finished "reading" my history book, chapter 10 section 4, for last nights homework. Its Tuesday, 2nd period, 30 more minutes till English, and I am NOT excited for that!

"Hey, Amu", said the Studyhall teacher. I never actually learned her name yet, "Can you head to the library with Aria? Your IEP teacher is here. Well actually he is a substitute or something for awhile till the real one comes in. okay?"

I nodded my head yes and walked up to Aria. The library is just up to the main downstairs hallway strait down to the last room.

I wondered who or what kind of person is my next IEP. I loved my old ones and the students with me, but since we all been going different levels and different classes I guess we went our separate ways. I sure miss them.

We appear at the the library. The right side was filled with books and computers for research for classes. Then there is the left for "real" computer class and one up above it. Aria turned me to the left door to the computer lab. The class room was empty except the back room that had lights on. We walk toward the back door. Aria opened the door. There stood a man with Blue dark hair that could be mistaken as black, wearing black pants and white button up shirt. He was sitting in a chair, reading my file.

I twitched. No way...It can't be him. I haven't seen him in 2 years but why here and why was he reading my file? ...it can't be NO WAY! He smiled at me.

IKUTO CAN'T BE MY NEW IEP TEACHER!?

Plz rate and review and my other story I will update soon or later. I been busy with homework in high school and I have church homework too. And its almost 12 am. And I still need to pick out magazines to cut out tomorrow. So I have to look threw my manga magazines in the morning quick before church. (also I get writers block on the other story I wrote. And this one is easier because its happening now well some. And you will find out next time what her friends say or do)

So see you next time byez!