Author's Note:

Hello all,

this is my first story ever!

Yay!

This fanfic is based off of the story and anime Yu-Gi-Oh!

Not my fav. anime ever, but my first, so it's also going 2 be my first fanfic!

The girl, Krista, is NOT in the original story line, so I hope you like her!

This story is a little...unique...(to put it nicely)

so I'm not sure how readers will receive it...whatever.

Enjoy!

~RedReadersHood

New schools suck, that's all there is to it. After all, who wants to go to a new school at the beginning of the second semester, after all the students have already settled into their own little groups and the inner-clique drama hadn't quite started yet. The fact that this was Puzzle Masters High School- a SUPER prestigious and EXTREMELY strict school for the gifted- just confirmed that this was the absolute worst day of my life!

My dad was transferred over Christmas break, he was awarded some big promotion type thing, which meant we had to move. In elementary school, moving was fun. I loved the concept of new scenery, new friends, and a new life. Then my father remained stationary for five years, long enough for me to graduate elementary, move in and out of middle school, and start high school. Long enough for me to make best friends and even go on my first date with my first boyfriend. My dad took all that away, to send me to some rich-kid school for nerds. I was barely average in my regular classes back home, I have no idea how he expected me to pass in NERD SCHOOL.

The long-legged, brunette administrator who's name I couldn't remember walked me right up to the door of my classroom. I shuffled behind her, not really listening to her description of how wonderful the school was, but watching her feet. She was wearing bright orange high-heels that rose higher than my ankle. I was truly curious to how she managed to walk around in those, and what about stairs? "Okay, Kristy-"

"Krista." I corrected quickly, most people make that mistake. It's not that Krista is an uncommon name, but people always think it's Kristy for some reason. The lady shook her brunette hair so that it waterfalled over her shoulders, as if to say what-ever and continued talking.

"-this is going to be your new classroom." She motioned to the pale blue door we now stood in front of. The door was adorned with light green trim and boasted the numbers 639 in shinny gold paint. At least this school was more colorful than my last one. All the walls there had been puke-yellow with the occasional rarity of snot-green and the floors never varied from dull, worn-down brown.

"I'm sure the students in this class are very nice, so ask them if you need anything, m'kay?" She emphasized her words by popping her huge lips, which practically glowed from the bright pink lipstick she was wearing. She proceeded to shuffle through some papers that resided in a yellow manila folder, "here's your class order," She handed me a sheet of paper with a list of classes in black ink, "and this is your gym uniform slip, turn it into your teacher tomorrow with sizes and stuff. Oh, yeah, his name is Mr. Grum- or something like that- just ask him for any help in class or something." I was seriously questioning this lady's right to be an administrator here- or anywhere. "Alright, any questions, Kristy?"

I sighed, deciding I might just start going by Kristy so I could stop correcting her, "Just two. Are those shoes regulation? And do they come in size five?" The brunette huffed and stuck out her bright pink lips, she spun on her orange heel and clacked away. The way she walked implied that she was annoyed, as if I'd been a total waste of her time. I decided the feeling was mutual.

Turning back to the door I braced myself. When was the last time I'd been the new girl? Sixth grade? That was about right. In the first week I'd managed to trip down the main stairs stairs- landing on the tall guy, dump my lunch all over the hot guy, and hit a volleyball into the head of the nice guy. This was going to be fun.

The door slammed open when I entered the classroom, causing all eyes to fall on me. I was suddenly self-conscious of my strait, dull brown hair and too big, hand-me-down sweater. The holes in the knees of my jeans seemed to burn into my skin and I suddenly recalled my crush calling me ugly in third grade. My face burned hot as I stumbled into the room, tripping over a step at the door I hadn't seen before and bumping into one of the desks. I quickly seated myself in the first open seat I could find and forced my eyes to focus on my schedule, in hopes I wouldn't screw that up too.

Before class even started, I was approached by the usual groups: the nerds, the preps, the jocks. All seeing if I would fit into their cliques. I don't think I passed any of the first-impression tests. I was an average 'b' student, I wasn't very gorgeous and didn't wear designer clothes, and I swear I'm sports impaired.

I glanced at the clock as I pretended to listen to a girl who claimed to be "class president"- whatever that was- to see that first period didn't start for another twenty minutes. The girl had introduced herself as Sydney-something-or-another and kept going on about regulation and rules. "So, keep your skirt at your knees and stay with your studies and I'm sure you'll be fine." She finally seemed to finish.

"Uh, thanks." I glanced at the clock again. "Well, see you later." Although she recognized a dismissal, Sydney-something-or-another was clearly unhappy that I hadn't jumped for joy at the thought of studying. She sighed and went back over to a group of kids who all seemed to have glasses and books thicker than the dictionary.

It was then that another group of people walked in the class, rather late for such a school. They were all laughing about something and being quite open about it. I tossed a glance around the class, most the students were in small groups, studying, reading, or quietly talking, and only a few annoyed ones glanced up at the loud group. I turned in my seat so that I could look at this group better.

There was about ten of them, all in uniform. The obvious one was the girl, just one. She had short, chocolate brown hair and strong bangs. She was laughing with the others and seemed girl-y enough, but she was the ONLY girl out of the ten of them.

She was also the first one to notice me. Two of the guys, one with fluffed up blond hair and the other with pointed brown, were arm wrestling in the air, both with facial expressions that imitated constipation. The rest of the guys were laughing, some of them even tried to help one side or the other. A short boy tried breaking them up with no success. The girl just rolled her eyes, which means she was looking strait at me. She nudged one of the guys and nodded in my direction, soon all of them had seen me and decided as a whole that none of them knew me.

The shortest of the group was the first to address me. He'd made his way across the classroom with the rest following behind like ducklings. When he reached my desk he extended a small, round hand and a huge, warm smile. "Hello, I'm Yugi...are you new here?" I took the hand shake as a chance to examine him. He was very short, shorter than even me. Though his hair was so high off his head it probably made up for the difference. At a closer examination I could see that his hair, which at first gave off a black look, was actually quite colorful- with red and yellow streaks.

"Yeah, I'm Krista. Nice to meet you, Yugi." As I introduced myself the tall guy with the puffy hair shoved Yugi out of the way, so I received an eyeful of blond and grins.

"Hey there! I'mma called Joey, Joey Wheeler!" The blond yelled, not even offering his hand. He had an odd accent that I couldn't quite place and that he'd clearly thrown slang onto. It didn't look like his uniform was even a uniform, it was so messed up and rugged.

"Uh...hi, Joey..." I tried before another guy shoved his way in. This one was the same one who'd been arm wrestling with Joey before, the one with brown hair pulled to a point above his forehead. He was only slightly less rugged than Joey and had only slightly less of a smile plastered to his face.

"Hi, I'm Tristan Honda!" He propped his elbow on my desk and gave me the "cool guy look" that makes "cool guys" look really stupid.

"Nice to me-" This time I wasn't surprised when Tristan was bowled over and a new guy replaced him. This time I was sure his hair wasn't allowed in school. It was black and longer than mine. He'd tied it in a pony-tail with a thick red-with-black-diamonds headband holding up the many loose strains. He even had a die hanging from his left ear and some sort of strange make-up underneath his left eye.

"Duke Devlin, Ma'am." He said in a deep, rough voice. He cast a smile my way, flicking his nose with his thumb.

"What kind of name is Duke?" I tried asking before Joey and Tristan tried to strangle him. Too late.

I glance at the girl, who had her head in her hand, "Hi, I'm Krista." I said again, causing her to glance up at me. She had a heart-shaped face and huge blue eyes. She notice I was talking to her and tossed me a gentle smile,

"I'm Téa Gardner." She extended her hand gently and I shook it. She glanced at the three boys currently trying to kill each other and sighed. I noticed that Yugi was desperately trying to stop the fighting, with no success.

"Are they always like this?" I asked tiredly. I wasn't sure if I would be able to stand this class, the students were so...freaky.

Téa sighed and hung her head, "always." She glanced between me and them then back, "I promise, they get better once you know them." I looked at her skeptically and she shrugged, "Hey, they're the nice ones." She explained.

I didn't see any sarcasm or joke in her face or hear it in her voice, but still... "The nice ones? Are we looking at the same guys?" I asked with a small smile.

She tried to return it, but her eyes wandered to the other half of the group. "Um, Ryou, Malik, come introduce yourself." I followed her gaze as two guys came over to the desk.

"Hello, I'm Ryou, nice to meet you!" The shorter one said, I was surprised to hear he had a British accent. He also had slightly obnoxious hair, it was completely white and fell far onto his back. His face supported a kind smile and eyes.

"Hello, Ryou." I replied with what I hoped was an equally kind smile. It seemed to pass because the next guy leaned forward. This one had extremely tan skin and pale hair. Although he wore the uniform he looked out of place with a large golden necklace. This group was sure into interesting accessories.

"Hi, Krista, I'm Malik." He too offered his hand which I shook politely. These two seemed nice enough, it made me wonder what Téa had meant by the nice ones. Sure, they all acted perfectly kind and almost gentlemanly, but I wouldn't go as far to say any of them weren't nice.

"Alright, well, that's everyone...ish." Téa said. "It was nice meeting you." She tried to brush me off, but I wouldn't allow it. After all, I'd only met seven, and I had clearly counted ten when they'd walked in.

"Wait! I haven't met-" I stopped short when I saw who it was exactly who I hadn't met. Three guys, of course. One was slightly shorter than the other two but all three had one extremely striking resemblance- the glares. All of them were scrawling like they wished to be anywhere else but in school.

That wasn't was stopped me though. I was sure I'd met them before, but- no. They were defiantly different people. The short one looked a lot like Yugi, but slightly taller and more...dark. The one with white hair had an evil aura about him that screamed mean, nothing like Ryou. Then there was a dark-skinned one who looked freakishly like Malik, but who seemed nothing but evil.

"Hello, my name is Yami." Yugi's double decided to break the silence and my staring. His voice was about three octaves lower than Yugi's but had a similar ring to it. He held out his hand, which I impolitely forgot to shake.

"-But, Yugi! And now you! But-" I gasped for air and stared between the two boys. The looked like the same person, same hair and clothes and everything. Then I noticed the eyes. Yugi's were bigger, kinder. Yami's were...almost evil. If it weren't for the smile splashed across his face I would've believed he was. I shook my head and grabbed his hand, surprising him a little, "Hello, I'm Krista. Are you and Yugi twins or something?"

They all laughed at this, apparently it was funny. "No, we're not." He said in his super low voice, "we just look similar is all."

I frowned at him, "No, I don't think so." I replied. "You look more than similar, and I really don't think that's all." He said nothing, revealing nothing, but I noticed Yugi gulp ever so slightly. I sighed and turned to the other-Ryou (he looked slightly less evil than the other-Malik) "Who are you?"

"No one to be trifled with, and no one who wants to know you." He hissed at me in a raspy British accent. I bit my lip, this guy was scarier than I'd though.

"I see." I said simply, dropping my hand, "nice to meet you too, whoever you are." I turned to the other-Malik and started to extend my hand, but it was grabbed by Malik- the real Malik.

"This is Merik." He said with an uneasy smile, "and touching him is... dangerous." I blinked at him, turned to Merik and blinked again, then sat down.

"I give up!" I threw my hands in the air, most of them jumped (Merik and evilRyou remained unphased.) "I don't understand you- any of you! It's like you're all crazy or something!"

EvilRyou actually chuckled at this, an evil-beyond-compare sort of chuckle. "Maybe we are?" He cackled. The sound sent chills down my spine and the hairs on my arms stood up. Ryou elbowed him and muttered something that sounded a lot like "stop that" but I couldn't be sure.

"Well... I suppose it was nice meeting all of you." I said, not taking my eyes off of evilRyou. He tossed me an evil grin, but said nothing. Yugi distracted my attention from the boy.

"You too, Krista. I hope you like it here at Puzzle Masters High!" He laughed. I gave him an uneasy smile, unsure of how to respond to this kid, when he was clearly used to the evil-looking guys (particularly the one who had similar looks as him) and was still able to smile and laugh.

"Thanks, Yugi." I tried, it seemed to work, he certainly seemed pleased.

The bell rang and the ten of them exchanged shocked glances, then hurried to their seats (all which seemed to be near each other.) A man walked in, who I assumed to be the teacher.

He wasn't super tall or handsome. Or young. His gray hair was retreating far past his forehead and wrinkles lined his face around his large nose and friendly eyes. A pair of thin-rimmed glasses rested on the fat bridge of his nose. He scanned the class, blinking every four seconds (you could set your watch to it. One. Two three. Four. Blink. One. Two. Three. Four. Blink.) Then his eyes rested on me. "You must be the new student, Kristy, right?"

I sighed. Would my torture never end? "Krista." I corrected simply.

He nodded with a smile, "Good luck!" he cheered. I was afraid- good luck with what?