Yu-Gi-Oh.

I loved everything about it. I loved the show, the manga, the abridge series, everything. It was my main interest. It was the only thing I would ever talk about. Hell, I was completely obsessed with it, a complete fangirl. I never thought anything could make me hate it.

Until I lived it for myself. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

My name is Roxanne Thorndyke, a freshman in high school. I lived in a small apartment in New York City with my mother, father, and siblings. We lived a normal life, nothing special nothing grand. My father and mother owned a small bookstore and spent most of their time there. I went to school and would be either hang out with my friends or being reading or watching, of course, Yu-Gi-Oh. And though I was happy with my life, I felt there was something missing.

Nobody had the same love for Yu-Gi-Oh that I did. In fact, everyone hated it because I never shut up about it. My biggest wish was to be in the world of Yu-Gi-Oh or had someone to share it with. And I got my wish on that wonderful, and yet dreadful night.

It was May twenty-ninth, my fifteenth birthday. I was in my bedroom, reading Yu-Gi-Oh volume seven, the volume where Yami Bakura forced the Pharaoh and his friends to play Monster World. I was completely into it, having my heart skip a beat as Yami Bakura and Atem rolled the dice. They were about at the final battle, the final roll, when my mother knocked on the door.

"Roxanne, could you please come out of your room?" she said. "It's time to cut your cake."

I sighed heavily.

"But mom, I'm at a good part!"

"I know, Roxanne, I know," my mom replied ignoring my plea. "But everyone is waiting for you."

"But, Yugi, Jounouchi, Ryo, Anzu, and Honda might not make out alive!"

"Roxanne, please!"

I sighed heavily. "Fine!"

I put the book down on my bed and walked to my bedroom door. When I opened the door, my mother was standing there, her dark hazel eyes glaring at me.

"Roxanne, you know that book isn't going anywhere, right?" she questioned.

"Mom, its manga," I corrected her. "There is a difference."

"Whatever. But seriously, can you please be quiet about Yu-Gi-Oh just for an hour? I mean, it's your birthday..."

"Mom, I don't talk about Yu-Gi-Oh all the time," I denied.

My mother sighed, not even bothering to continue the argument. It was pointless, because she knew I wouldn't listen to her.

She instead walked to the living room, which was at the end of the hallway. I followed her. There, my father was cutting the cake and talking to my younger brother and sister.

"So, how was school?" my father was asking.

"It was great!" my brother, Tim exclaimed. "I'm starting to get subtraction!"

"It's very hard, you know," his twin, Jenifer added.

My father smiled, his blue eyes glowing with pride. He then turned to see me.

"Roxanne, glad you're here to join us. I was about to think you would rather have us eat your cake."

I raised an eyebrow.

"Right... So, what kind of cake did you get me?"

"Well, if you didn't lock yourself in your room all the time, you would know!" Tim exclaimed, pouting a little.

"Its chocolate, Roxy," Jenifer answered.

I smiled, having chocolate being my favorite. I approached the cake. All the pieces where cut into even slices, each having an equal amount of frosting.

My smile faded.

"Dad, where are the candles? How am I suppose to make a wish if there are no candles?"

"Well, after dinner, you disappeared, to read Yu-Gi-Oh I assumed," my dad answered truthfully. "I know how much you hate being interrupted while you're reading, so I decided to start cutting the cake."

My mom grabbed my dad by the arm and whispered in his ear, "Don't say that! You'll make Roxanne feel unwanted!"

"I'm just saying the truth," my father replied calmly. "You know how obsessed she is. She needs to start taking a hint."

My mother said nothing in reply. She looked away from my father, avoiding all eye contact with any of us.

My father went back into the kitchen and came back with two candles. A number one and five, their white wax matching my cake's frosting. He put both numbers on my slice of cake, making them form the number fifteen. He lit each one while my mother turned off the lights.

"Make a wish, Roxanne," my father said.

I smiled. I knew what to wish for exactly. I closed my eyes and blew out the candles. My family clapped and we ate the cake.


Later that night, I was alone in my room, getting ready for bed. I was sitting at my dresser, combing my dark brown hair. I stared at my reflection.

Was I as obsessed as everyone says I am? Is it really bad that I liked something a lot?

I sighed heavily.

Even before I discovered Yu-Gi-Oh, I never fit in. I would always like something everyone hated and hate something everyone loved. I wished I could be somewhere where I could fit in completely.

Like the world of Yu-Gi-Oh.

I smiled at that thought. To meet the characters of Yu-Gi-Oh and duel at their sides, living their adventures. To be in their world, it would be the greatest thing ever.

I then turned the lights off in my room and got into bed. I closed my eyes as I thought how I would fit into the Yu-Gi-Oh world. Little did I know that my wish would be granted in a way I never thought possible.