Keto's POV

As I walked down the road to my school – it's my first day- I looked down at my schedule. I noticed that I'm going to be rushed all day running from floor to floor. I pushed opened the doors to the large school. As I entered the building students and teachers all rushed by me as if on que. Students to lockers. Teachers to classrooms. It looked like a mad house. Things in Japan were definitely different then things in Egypt.

I walked to the locker whose number was printed on the slip of paper in my hand. Looking at the combination on the paper I dialed it in. I pushed my bag in and got the things I needed for my first two classes, shoving them and only them in my bag, shutting my locker. I pulled my bag over my shoulder and headed for my first class.

When I got to my class I looked for an empty seat. The only open one was in the back next to a man with platinum blonde hair. I walked over to him and he looked up at me and said, "May I help you?"

To that I was shocked he spoke first. I set that aside and smiled. "Um… may I sit here?" I asked, pointing to the seat next to him.

"Fine" he said simply

"I'm Keto," I said to him, smiling happily as I sat down.

"Marik."

Marik's POV

She's defiantly a weird girl. I notice that the teacher still is coming to school even after I threatened to banish her mind to the shadow realm. I hadn't noticed but I was zoning out. Apparently Keto noticed first.

"Um… Class is going to start soon," she said, bringing me back to reality.

"Right." That's all I could say for some reason to that. This is weird.

"Hello class," the teacher said, walking in front of the classroom. The class groaned. "Be quiet, I'm calling roll,"she said, looking at the paper with the names of students on it. "Zach?"

"Here."

"Cristen?"

"Yupp."

"Zack?"

"Yeah."

"Amber?"

"Yo."

"Tarah?"

"Huh? What?! I mean…. Here…"

"Marik?"

"Of course I'm here," I said, scowling.

"Keto?"

The new girl was surprisingly nice. She smiled and said, "I'm here." She also said in a really cheerful tone, it was strange.

The teacher called for everyone else and set the paper down. She picked up more papers. I was dreading this already. It just got worse. She opened her mouth and out came two horrible words. "Pop quiz." The entire class groaned in disagreement.

The teacher handed out tests. "You can only use number two pencils on this test." I sighed and put him head on my desk.

Keto tapped my shoulder. "Hm?" I responded. She handed me the test for me. Maybe she isn't too bad. I thanked her. Everyone started the test. After five or ten minutes the teacher stopped everyone and collected tests.

They were quickly graded. The tests were passed back. I looked at mine. "I have an eighty percent…. Not bad I guess." I said. I looked at Keto. "So, what'd you get?"

Keto smiled, "Ninety-five percent," she said to me, smiling softly.

"Good job, "I said to her a bit half-hearted, I have to admit.