Zero: new stories...new people...anyway, it's Joey's Diary!!
DISCLAIMER: don't own, wish I did
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Dear Diary,
Geez. Weird talkin' to a book, ain' it? Hm...what happened today? Nothin' much. Dad's gone, probably out drinkin' or sumthin' with his pals. Not that I care. I got food. Maybe I'll host a party here or sumthin', whaddya think? Maybe it's not worth the risk...
Yug's been great through all 'dis. He's there to talk to when I need to work sumthin' out. Tristen's on some vacation thing with Tea- now don't you ask me why those two went...I dunno.
Movin' on here...
Oh yeah, I've been meaning to put this in writing. You know, so I'll always avoid this certain day? I met this total jerk out on the streets yesterday. He thinks he's da boss of everything! Just because he's rich! Ok, so I don't know much 'bout that guy, but hey! First impressions are everything, right?"
Joey Wheeler paused. He listened for any sound of movement. Hearing nothing, he turned back to his diary.
Now I'm hearing things...maybe this diary ain't such a good idea. No one's gonna care about my life later on. And it's not like anyone but me'll read it!
Anyways, there's this girl-
"Joseph! What is this?!" An older, male voice bellowed from downstairs.
'Man. Dad's home...' Joey sat up and shut his book, slipping it under the mattress. "Comin'!" Joey dashed down the stairs. If he'd learned one thing in all these years of living with his father, it was to never keep the old man waiting.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Next day
"What's wrong, Joey? You look...upset."
"It's nothing, Yug. Don't worry," Joey reassured the small boy. He hated lying to his friends, but he really didn't want Yugi to worry.
"Well, I'm always here if you need to talk," Yugi Moto said, seemingly convinced.
Joey nodded, smiling for the first time that morning. "I know Yug. Thanks."
Yugi nodded just as the bell rang. "I'd better get to class. See you at lunch!" With that said, Yugi turned and ran off to his classroom.
Joey sighed and walked to his own class. He walked into his History classroom and nearly bumped into someone. Without looking up, he muttered a quick 'sorry' and proceeded to his seat. He was just about to sit down when an annoyed voice cut through his thoughts.
"Watch it, Punk."
Joey looked up finally- and came face-to-face with a tall brunette boy about his age. Two piercing blue eyes stared hard at him.
Joey winced. This was the last human he ever wanted to talk to, especially since his recent fight with his father. "Sorry," he said again.
To his horror, the brown-haired boy sat right in front of him. Joey scowled and stared hard at the top of his desk.
His first encounter with this kid had been on the streets. He was walking home from Yugi's grandfather's game shop when he had taken a short cut down an alley. There he had spotted the brunette with a smaller boy. Joey had ignored them and continued walking, but he caught the other boy's sneer.
Later that day, Yugi had told him that jerk was a Kaiba, from Kaiba Corps. The worst part was that he had happened to be the leader of the organization.
"So he's rich, the leader of that nearly perfect factory AND hates me," Joey remembered saying.
"Mr. Wheeler."
Joey started. He blinked and looked around. The teacher was standing up in front of the black board, staring calmly at him.
'Why is it 'dat all the History teachers are always so calm?' Joey wondered to himself.
The teacher cleared his throat loudly. "Mr. Wheeler," he repeated.
"Yes?"
"Could you please answer the question, Mr. Wheeler," the teacher said slowly, sounding bored with himself.
'Why is it that most History teachers have 'dat same annoying voice?' Joey wondered before asking aloud, "What was the question?"
The class erupted into fits of giggles and laughter. Joey felt his cheeks burn, but the teacher stood calm as always.
"What we need, Mr. Wheeler, is the answer to this question: What year was World War 1 started?"
'And why does this History teacher always use my name?!' Joey thought, annoyed. He didn't know the answer to the question, which added to his annoyance.
"1929?"
"That is incorrect, Mr. Wheeler."
'Man, I swear if he uses my name one more time-' He thought angrily as the class burst into laughing.
"Now can someone help Mr. Wheeler out?"
The brown-haired kid raised his hand.
"Yes, Mr. Kaiba."
"The first World War started in 1914 and ended in 1918." (a/n: I think those dates are right)
"That is correct," the teacher said approvingly.
Joey growled, quietly so he'd escape detention.
Kaiba heard it and smirked.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Lunch
"Man! I have HAD IT with that guy!" Joey exclaimed the moment he saw Yugi in the cafeteria. "He's the teacher's pet after spending forty-five minutes in his classroom!"
"Calm down, Joey. You're saying that Kaiba's at *this* school?"
"Yes!" Joey replied a little too loudly. "Just look over there!" He waved his arm in the direction of a group of girls huddled around something. "Mr. Popular!"
"That's only because he's rich," Yugi said carefully.
"And has the looks to go with that money!"
Joey and Yugi both turned. A pretty blond-haired girl was walking towards their table. She pulled up a seat beside Joey and set her tray down. Joey blushed, but recovered quickly. "What's he got that I don't got, Mai?"
Mai Valentine waved a gloved index finger in the air. "Joseph, when will you learn to use proper English?"
Joey grinned sheepishly.
"And to answer your question, he's got a mansion, a very successful factory up and working, servants, money, you name it."
Joey groaned and focused on his lunch.
They ate in silence for a short time, then Mai asked, "What's wrong with you, Joey? You're never this quiet."
Joey looked up at her, his friend. He could trust her with his problems. He opened his mouth to say something, then he heard his name. He turned, back towards the crowd. The voice had belonged to a short, dark-haired girl from his History class.
"That punk? He looked more like a puppy-dog to me!" Kaiba laughed, which caused everyone in the group to break out in laughter.
Joey growled and stood, his chair sliding nosily across the floor. "Why I oughta!" He started towards Kaiba, who was oblivious to the blond. Joey stopped when he felt something touch his arm. He turned. Mai had gotten up and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Joey, don't go and make a fool of yourself!"
"You heard what he said!"
"Yes, we did. Which is just another reason to ignore it!
Joey sighed. "Maybe you're right..."
Mai helped him back into his chair. Joey slouched and stared at the floor, as if daring it to call him a puppy-dog too.
"What's wrong with you?" Mai asked, her voice sounding worried.
"It's nothing."
Mai sighed and went silent.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~home
"What're ya doin' home late, boy!" Joey's father yelled as soon as his son walked in the door. "I told you to report back by twelve, remember? Right after your doctor's appointment!"
Joey moaned. 'Great, he's drunk..' "Dad, that was yesterday. I had school today."
"That's no excuse!" Mr. Wheeler continued.
Joey went upstairs, dropped his books onto his bed, and returned to the family room, if that's what one would call the empty room.
Joey's father grabbed his arm and shoved him against the wall. "Don't you be mouthin' off to me! Let your mother take care of that!"
"Wha? I don't have a mother here to-"
"Silence!" the older man roared. "Don't question me! I'm the one that feeds you!"
Joey rolled his eyes. "Yea, sure, Dad."
A hand appeared out of nowhere and smacked Joey, hard. "Don't you DARE roll your eyes at me, boy!"
Joey flinched, but stared into those cold brown eyes. "I got homework to do."
"Not tonight, you don't!"
Joey sighed. "I'll flunk if I don't finish this report. I need to pass this quarter to get to the next grade!"
Mr. Wheeler roared, then threw Joey across the room. He landed on his back on the ground and slid into the wall.
"OUT!" the man bellowed, his red-rimmed eyes buldging.
Joey saw this as his only escape and ran up stairs for his books and a clean outfit, all packed into on old gym bag. He climbed out the window instead of going back downstairs.
Tonight, he'd live sleep on the streets.
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Zero: well, that there's my first chapter...extremely sorry if I'm hard on Joey!! He's my favorite character I swear! Second in total only to Heero Yuy!!! Also sorry if I got something wrong..
Please r/r
DISCLAIMER: don't own, wish I did
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Dear Diary,
Geez. Weird talkin' to a book, ain' it? Hm...what happened today? Nothin' much. Dad's gone, probably out drinkin' or sumthin' with his pals. Not that I care. I got food. Maybe I'll host a party here or sumthin', whaddya think? Maybe it's not worth the risk...
Yug's been great through all 'dis. He's there to talk to when I need to work sumthin' out. Tristen's on some vacation thing with Tea- now don't you ask me why those two went...I dunno.
Movin' on here...
Oh yeah, I've been meaning to put this in writing. You know, so I'll always avoid this certain day? I met this total jerk out on the streets yesterday. He thinks he's da boss of everything! Just because he's rich! Ok, so I don't know much 'bout that guy, but hey! First impressions are everything, right?"
Joey Wheeler paused. He listened for any sound of movement. Hearing nothing, he turned back to his diary.
Now I'm hearing things...maybe this diary ain't such a good idea. No one's gonna care about my life later on. And it's not like anyone but me'll read it!
Anyways, there's this girl-
"Joseph! What is this?!" An older, male voice bellowed from downstairs.
'Man. Dad's home...' Joey sat up and shut his book, slipping it under the mattress. "Comin'!" Joey dashed down the stairs. If he'd learned one thing in all these years of living with his father, it was to never keep the old man waiting.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Next day
"What's wrong, Joey? You look...upset."
"It's nothing, Yug. Don't worry," Joey reassured the small boy. He hated lying to his friends, but he really didn't want Yugi to worry.
"Well, I'm always here if you need to talk," Yugi Moto said, seemingly convinced.
Joey nodded, smiling for the first time that morning. "I know Yug. Thanks."
Yugi nodded just as the bell rang. "I'd better get to class. See you at lunch!" With that said, Yugi turned and ran off to his classroom.
Joey sighed and walked to his own class. He walked into his History classroom and nearly bumped into someone. Without looking up, he muttered a quick 'sorry' and proceeded to his seat. He was just about to sit down when an annoyed voice cut through his thoughts.
"Watch it, Punk."
Joey looked up finally- and came face-to-face with a tall brunette boy about his age. Two piercing blue eyes stared hard at him.
Joey winced. This was the last human he ever wanted to talk to, especially since his recent fight with his father. "Sorry," he said again.
To his horror, the brown-haired boy sat right in front of him. Joey scowled and stared hard at the top of his desk.
His first encounter with this kid had been on the streets. He was walking home from Yugi's grandfather's game shop when he had taken a short cut down an alley. There he had spotted the brunette with a smaller boy. Joey had ignored them and continued walking, but he caught the other boy's sneer.
Later that day, Yugi had told him that jerk was a Kaiba, from Kaiba Corps. The worst part was that he had happened to be the leader of the organization.
"So he's rich, the leader of that nearly perfect factory AND hates me," Joey remembered saying.
"Mr. Wheeler."
Joey started. He blinked and looked around. The teacher was standing up in front of the black board, staring calmly at him.
'Why is it 'dat all the History teachers are always so calm?' Joey wondered to himself.
The teacher cleared his throat loudly. "Mr. Wheeler," he repeated.
"Yes?"
"Could you please answer the question, Mr. Wheeler," the teacher said slowly, sounding bored with himself.
'Why is it that most History teachers have 'dat same annoying voice?' Joey wondered before asking aloud, "What was the question?"
The class erupted into fits of giggles and laughter. Joey felt his cheeks burn, but the teacher stood calm as always.
"What we need, Mr. Wheeler, is the answer to this question: What year was World War 1 started?"
'And why does this History teacher always use my name?!' Joey thought, annoyed. He didn't know the answer to the question, which added to his annoyance.
"1929?"
"That is incorrect, Mr. Wheeler."
'Man, I swear if he uses my name one more time-' He thought angrily as the class burst into laughing.
"Now can someone help Mr. Wheeler out?"
The brown-haired kid raised his hand.
"Yes, Mr. Kaiba."
"The first World War started in 1914 and ended in 1918." (a/n: I think those dates are right)
"That is correct," the teacher said approvingly.
Joey growled, quietly so he'd escape detention.
Kaiba heard it and smirked.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Lunch
"Man! I have HAD IT with that guy!" Joey exclaimed the moment he saw Yugi in the cafeteria. "He's the teacher's pet after spending forty-five minutes in his classroom!"
"Calm down, Joey. You're saying that Kaiba's at *this* school?"
"Yes!" Joey replied a little too loudly. "Just look over there!" He waved his arm in the direction of a group of girls huddled around something. "Mr. Popular!"
"That's only because he's rich," Yugi said carefully.
"And has the looks to go with that money!"
Joey and Yugi both turned. A pretty blond-haired girl was walking towards their table. She pulled up a seat beside Joey and set her tray down. Joey blushed, but recovered quickly. "What's he got that I don't got, Mai?"
Mai Valentine waved a gloved index finger in the air. "Joseph, when will you learn to use proper English?"
Joey grinned sheepishly.
"And to answer your question, he's got a mansion, a very successful factory up and working, servants, money, you name it."
Joey groaned and focused on his lunch.
They ate in silence for a short time, then Mai asked, "What's wrong with you, Joey? You're never this quiet."
Joey looked up at her, his friend. He could trust her with his problems. He opened his mouth to say something, then he heard his name. He turned, back towards the crowd. The voice had belonged to a short, dark-haired girl from his History class.
"That punk? He looked more like a puppy-dog to me!" Kaiba laughed, which caused everyone in the group to break out in laughter.
Joey growled and stood, his chair sliding nosily across the floor. "Why I oughta!" He started towards Kaiba, who was oblivious to the blond. Joey stopped when he felt something touch his arm. He turned. Mai had gotten up and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Joey, don't go and make a fool of yourself!"
"You heard what he said!"
"Yes, we did. Which is just another reason to ignore it!
Joey sighed. "Maybe you're right..."
Mai helped him back into his chair. Joey slouched and stared at the floor, as if daring it to call him a puppy-dog too.
"What's wrong with you?" Mai asked, her voice sounding worried.
"It's nothing."
Mai sighed and went silent.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~home
"What're ya doin' home late, boy!" Joey's father yelled as soon as his son walked in the door. "I told you to report back by twelve, remember? Right after your doctor's appointment!"
Joey moaned. 'Great, he's drunk..' "Dad, that was yesterday. I had school today."
"That's no excuse!" Mr. Wheeler continued.
Joey went upstairs, dropped his books onto his bed, and returned to the family room, if that's what one would call the empty room.
Joey's father grabbed his arm and shoved him against the wall. "Don't you be mouthin' off to me! Let your mother take care of that!"
"Wha? I don't have a mother here to-"
"Silence!" the older man roared. "Don't question me! I'm the one that feeds you!"
Joey rolled his eyes. "Yea, sure, Dad."
A hand appeared out of nowhere and smacked Joey, hard. "Don't you DARE roll your eyes at me, boy!"
Joey flinched, but stared into those cold brown eyes. "I got homework to do."
"Not tonight, you don't!"
Joey sighed. "I'll flunk if I don't finish this report. I need to pass this quarter to get to the next grade!"
Mr. Wheeler roared, then threw Joey across the room. He landed on his back on the ground and slid into the wall.
"OUT!" the man bellowed, his red-rimmed eyes buldging.
Joey saw this as his only escape and ran up stairs for his books and a clean outfit, all packed into on old gym bag. He climbed out the window instead of going back downstairs.
Tonight, he'd live sleep on the streets.
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Zero: well, that there's my first chapter...extremely sorry if I'm hard on Joey!! He's my favorite character I swear! Second in total only to Heero Yuy!!! Also sorry if I got something wrong..
Please r/r
