Chapter 2: A rough day (Part 2)

When I finally got to class the bell had already rung and was now considered late on my first day. What a drag. Oh well, I though, I'm sure there have been a lot of students that have been late on their first day. I mean after all, by the way the office acted I'm sure there have been a lot of students that have been late for class in the past right?

My thoughts came to an end when I arrived in front of class 174. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Crossing my fingers, I waited till the door opened to uncross them.

"Why, hello. Are you a new student here?" The man asked me. He was tall and in a dark brown dress suit. He had a bushy goatee and wavy hair.

I bowed with respect before I answered: "yes."

He gestured for me for me to come in and I did, nearly holding my breath as I did.

When I first walked in, everyone was staring at me as if I had five heads. I quickly avoided their gaze and finished my slow walk to the front of the class. Taking a deep breath, I turned and faced the class, and they stood. When they did I noticed that Joey, Yugi, and Tea were all giving off little waves to me. I smiled. I was glad that I had ended up in a class with them.

"Class, this is Miss Hiroshi Nakoi," I bowed as the teacher introduced me. Here they pronounced your last name first so to the teachers I was known as "Hiroshi Nakoi," but, I hoped, to the class I was known as just "Nakoi."

"Now Miss Hiroshi, you may have a seat in the back until I come up with a specified seat for you," the teacher pointed to an empty seat in the back. I was second closest to window. I had just hoped that it had been by the window. At least I'd have something to do then, other than pay attention—heaven forbid!

But when everyone sat down and I walked down the isle I noticed why I couldn't sit there. A student already occupied it. A male student typed away on a black laptop with papers set neatly beside him. Something was familiar about him but I couldn't quite name it. And, didn't that typing bother the teacher any? Or even the other students for that matter? They seemed to be used to it. He must do it every day since the teacher hasn't yet told him to put it away, I thought. I blinked at him oddly before I sat down and got out my stuff.

Class started, and things where going pretty well 'till I was asked up front to do a math problem. I wasn't very good at math but I did it anyways. And when I sat back down I sank in my seat even though I had gotten it right. I sighed aloud, and my small sound was noticed. The guy sitting next to me quickly looked up as if to see the teacher standing there. The guy thought my sigh belonged to the teacher? I nearly laughed aloud. Then he discovered it was I and looked at me for a moment or two before he turned back to his work. I couldn't see how the teacher would let him just go on and work during class. It was as if he wasn't even there! It really ticked me off that the teacher never called on him so I was going to figure out why.

I was about to say something to him when the paper on his desk caught my eye. It was the artwork that I had dropped in the hall. I had been sitting by the thief the whole time! Ugh! That little brat, I thought angrily.

After class I stood in front of his desk waiting for him to give it back to me.

"Can I help you?" He asked coldly. It gave me a chill, but I was too caught on getting my artwork that I never bothered to give a crap.

"Yes. That picture there, I'd like to have it back," I held out my hand.

He stood and looked at me. He was much taller than I was. I probably just barely met his should line, but once again I cared not. He picked up the paper and handed it to me then closed and put away his laptop and left. I stood there stunned by his actions. He didn't even say he was sorry! I rolled my eyes, got my things together, and left for my next class. I had AP TECH next. What a joy.

(At the end of the day)

I was probably one of the last people out of the building at the end of the day. Today went horrible! I had trouble in every class, I think my science teacher hates me, I had to sit at the same table as that jerk at lunch today, got a call from mom in the middle of class, and I don't even want to get into what happened in the bathroom today. I was ticked all the way home, or at least I believed I would be. Yugi and his friends (btw I met some of his new friends: Tristan and Ryou) had already left for home. So much for walking home with my friends I guess. I rolled my eyes with annoyance.

Some ways down hill I ran into the one person I didn't want to. That jerk who had taken my picture earlier. I did know his name but like I said, he looked familiar somehow. I sighed and walked even slower, hoping to loose him. But it was like we where going to the same house! I practically walked behind him the whole way home. And he didn't even notice I was there… Until I decided to do something stupid. I tripped and fell right into his back! I thought I was going to die on the spot. It couldn't get any worse.

"What the- watch where you're going!" I stand corrected.

I wasn't even going to say anything. I just passed by his smart-mouth butt and walked a little faster this time. I wanted nothing to do with that jerk, nothing. He had been driving me up the wall all day. He did almost nothing but work on his stupid laptop during class and I think I could still hear his typing in my head. I just wanted to take a nap once I got home.

To make things even better (better?) when I turned the corner I was nearly ran over by a little raven-haired kid. (Who, thankfully, wasn't on anything with wheels.) "Hey! Watch it, kid. You could have knocked me over," I snapped. And…another big mistake; I needed to stop doing this. When I turned the kid had stopped, and standing behind him was jerk-boy. I walked down hill the rest of the way and kicked open the gate to my house while glaring at them. I sneered once more before slamming the door behind me.

"Hi honey, how was-," my mother greeted me at the door but I gave her the cold shoulder and went upstairs.

Flopping down the bed I stared at my sealing. "Some crazed day this has been."

But it wasn't over…the door bell rang.

(END)

Oh great! What now? I bet its jerk-boy at the door complaining about my behavior. He seems like the type to do that. Find out next time.