Hey everyone, this is my first coming so go easy on me!
Rekoi: BTW everyone, Aitlu dosen't own yugioh!

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I sat down on the squeaky seat; squeezing myself into the small space. I heard a loud noise, preferably the noise of an engine of sorts. The vehicle started moving. With a jolt, we started on our way. I held onto the seat in front of me as we drove over speed bumps and other obstacles that caused the vehicle to move harshly. I sighed. New school years were always like this. But something was missing. I sighed again and slumped back into my chair. Suddenly, something small and sticky got lodged into my thick hair. I heard laughing from the back of the bus. I remembered now. Jack Roucks.

Jack Roucks was the top bully at Carpenter Middle. He was a huge, muscular kid who skipped 4th grade and then failed 5th grade three times. He loved to pick on the non-athletic kids, like me. My friends weren't picked on much, because they played sports, but I was always on the top of Jack's bullying list, and I just hate it. I heard someone loud yell,

"Hey, creep! Up there in front! Like th' spitball I gave ya? That's what I'm talkin' about!" Jack screamed.

"Yeah!" His goons screeched, laughing along with their ugly leader. I scowled at them and sat back in my chair, waiting for the giggling of girls to come. And sure enough, I hear it. It couldn't get any worse, but it did. I looked up to see Rea.

"Rea! Don't sit-"but before I could stop her, she sat down right next to me. Of course, as I predicted, Jack yelled,

"Oh look! It's the lil' creep's girlfriend!" Jack yelled, and started laughing even more. His creepy goons laughed along with him, and girls all around us were giggling. I felt the redness boiling in my cheeks, and the embarrassment running through my veins. I guess that's how school goes. You like to play video games and not play sports, you get picked on. Finally, the bus stopped. I couldn't wait to get off. I stepped out of the small seat, right after Rea, when I tripped and fell. I saw one of Jack's friends, Cole Becker, snicker and laughed with Jack's gang as they got off the bus. I crawled away, not waiting for Rea to catch up. If only there was some way I could beat Jack in something. I wouldn't be this embarrassed.

The final bell rang. I jumped out of my seat, and ran to the bus, I wanted to get on the bus before anyone else did, because I wanted to sit on the seat I always sit on, which I have been sitting on since the 3rd grade. I heard a loud crunch as I sunk into the seat, and a sickening oozing sound. A bunch of girls started laughing, and I looked under my pants, to find a molded egg salad sandwich with a note attached. I recognized the horrible handwriting immediately.

Gotcha Again, twerp!

Signed, JACK

"Oh, how I loathe you, 'JACK'." I grumbled under my breath, angry at myself for believing Jack hadn't set up a trap for me on the first day of school. It had become a tradition for him to sneak the class baby alligator in my shoe, or throw my homework in his soup at lunch, all kinds of evil things. Once again, I wished I could beat Jack at something. That would stop his bullying for sure. I sulked off the bus, and went into my house.

"Grandpa, I'm home!" I yelled. I couldn't find him. I went into the kitchen, and saw a note attached to the front of the refrigerator. It read,

Dear grandson,

I have gone away for an hour. I will be at the corner of Julius Av. 1231. 6o minutes, sonny! Come meet me!

Grandpa

I should have expected Grandpa pull something like this. He's always been trying to cheer me up. I went to my room upstairs and did my homework. Just in case, I set my timer to 60 minutes. I started doing my algebra.

Ring, Ring~! I was startled. I had forgotten about the timer. I set if off and got my book bag. I then threw on my converse and stepped outside. I walked over to Julius Av. 1231, and saw a huge shop above me. It said, Games Galore! On top of the shop, I saw Grandpa, and a ladder. He noticed me, and waved, but he lost his balance, and fell. I gasped. I ran over with a bag full of cotton that was next to the door of the shop and threw it under him just in time. He chuckled.

"Ha ha! I knew you would come son. I have something to show you," he said, and dusted himself off.

"Follow me!" He said, smiling. I gathered up my fallen bag and went into the shop with him."Gramps, is this shop yours?" I asked, amazed. There were card games, board games, and video games, and just as the name suggested, galore!"I knew you'd like it, son!" Grandpa laughed. It sounded like sandpaper being clawed at, but I laughed with him. Then, he became serious."Now son, I have something to show & tell you, so come over here behind the counter." I nodded and followed him. I saw a huge box full of some type of cards. He said,"Son, in our day, these cards were one of the most fun games in all of gaming. I want you to be as great as I was with it!" he explained. I was flustered. Suddenly, I had an idea, and I got it from what he said next,"Tomorrow when this place opens, everyone will be here, buying these cards! I've been told they're back in business!" I smiled. I knew how to beat Jack. I asked,"Hey, Gramps, could you teach me how to play?""Why, of course!" He answered. "I'll start you off with this 90 card pack. Choose some cards from this you like," and the teaching began. I knew the game, and I knew my plan. I was going to beat Jack with duel monsters.