Disclaimer: I do not own Yuugiou. It belongs to Kazuki Takahashi. Nor do I own the song 'Some People Change'. It belongs to MontgomeryGentry.

A/N: Song lyrics are in Italics.

Varon rode his motorcycle down the town. The 25-year-old male stopped at a café. He killed the engine and got off. A Spanish man, about the same age as Varon, accidentally bumped into him. "Lo siento... Oh, I mean I'm so sorry!" the man exclaimed.

"Get outta my face ya clumsy buffoon!" Varon sneered in disgust at the man because of his race. The Spanish man frantically scurried away.

His ol' man was a rebel yeller, Bad boy to the bone. He'd say "Can't trust that other fella." He'd judge him by the tone of their skin. He was raised to think like his dad: narrow mind full of hate.

Deep down, Varon hated that he was raciest. He loathed himself for it. But he couldn't change. His dad had pounded into his head when he was young that people who weren't like them were evil. Varon wasn't paying attention while he was crossing the street. Suddenly a huge truck came down the street. Suddenly, as the truck was about to hit him, The Spaniard pushed Varon out of the way.

"Why'd ya help me, mate?" Varon asked.

The Spaniard shrugged. "Because you needed help." And with that he walked off.

On the road to no where fast, Till the Grace of God got in the way. Then he saw the light an' hit his knees an' cried an' said a prayer: Rose Up a brand new man; left the old one right there.

"Thank you mate!" Varon called out. "By the way, the name's Varon! What's yours?"

"Miguel!" came the reply.

"See ya around, Miguel!"

Here's to the strong; thanks to the brave. Don't give up hope: some people change. Against all odds, against the grain, Love finds a way: Some people change.

Mai stared at the empty glass in her hand. She averted her eyes to the half empty beer bottle on the coffee table. Mai began to tremble. Varon was listening from the doorway. "Mai, you're gonna end up killing yourself. Try to be strong." Varon thought to himself.

She was born with her mother's habit: You could say "It's in her blood." She hates that she's gotta have it: As she fills her glass up.

"Mom...you wasted your life away with this habit. I promised Dad that I wouldn't turn out like you. Isn't there one promise I can keep?" Mai rambled under her breath. She picked the bottle back up.

"Mai don't!" the brunette Aussie whispered from the doorway.

An' she'd love to kill that bottle, But all she can think about is a, a better life, a second chance, an' everyone she's letting down.

"I'm not only hurting myself, but Varon and our friends too. What am I doing?" Mai asked herself. She picked the bottle up again, but did something other than pour more into her glass. She...

She throws that bottle down.

Mai threw the glass container against the wall. It shattered into thousands of pieces. Varon ran in the room and hugged the blonde. The 24-year-old smiled up at Varon. He hugged her tighter.

Here's to the strong; thanks to the brave. Don't give up hope; some people change. Against all odds, against the grain, Love finds a way; Some People Change.

Thank God for those who make it; Let them be the Light (Let them be the Light) (Some People Change)

Here's to the strong; thanks to the brave. Don't give up hope: some people change. Against all odds, against the grain, Love finds a way: some people change. Some people change.

A/N: I wrote this story for school. My teacher put a 'Your writing is beyond your years.'

R&R my friends.