okay so i know i haven't updated it a while on any of my stories really. i just have been so busy with school and other lame and various items. (facebook has taken over me.) but yeah i'll work hard to get better. this chapter is probably really bad. however, i will make the following chapters much better.

Christian's POV:

I wait. I wait. And I wait.

Oh come on, would you hurry up you stupid bell! You know bell I really hate you.

Really I want to get out of this messy art class filled with its rude people and black and brown tables. I seriously don't think I can handle much more of this class though. Oh look at that.

3… 2…

Shadia's POV:

"Tyson, you take 2 times 10 to get 20 then add that by 5 to get 25 then you divide it by 5." I am so irritated right now.

Why did the teacher have to give me such a lame partner? All he ever does is play "I'm a rock star" and chases after girls. He doesn't seem to understand the impact this project has on our grades. Doesn't he understand simple algebra math at all?

Hooray, time to go. I can finally go home and jump on my super awesome, super big trampoline. I just have to wait for the bell to ring. Which is about…

Layla's POV:

Stupid class, stupid kids, and stupid life.

I stare and wait for the bell to ring its annoying sound.

Really there is nothing else to do except watch a lame freshman be a total jerk to everyone, and that includes his teachers. Thus, he should burn in hell and die a dark and evil way. I wonder how poison would suit him.

I watch and scream in my mind come on you stupid bell ring already, I would like to go home!

Ddddiiiinnnngggg!

Shadia's POV:

Run, run, run.

I get to my locker and see Christian and Zhino at their lockers as well. Quickly, I grab my books and head out the door toward our lunch tree.

That tree is like our main rendezvous point. We never really decide what to do until after we meet up there. Yeah I know we are lame but hey, it's our life. So, let us be crazy and dance around our

awesome lunch tree!

"You guys are slow poke." I stated as I see C and Zhinny walk up.

Christian glares at me, "Shut up. We can at least duel better then you."

"You want to bet." Yes challenge time.

Zhinny smirks, "No."

Grr…

Oh hey, there's Layla.

Layla's POV:

I see Shadia and her little boys by that strange tree that they eat lunch at every day. God that is such a lame tree. I wish to let it die now.

As anyone can probably tell I am so not happy right now. That guy in art stole my only pencil and then laughed about it. Now I have to buy a new one. Actually, no he can suck my imaginary balls. Yes I am that mad.

"So are you guys participating in the tournament this weekend?" the brown haired boy said. There is a tournament this weekend?

Shadia and the I-don't-know what to call his hair color kid replied, "Yup."

I just ignore them and watch as the three of them part their ways. Shadia and I walk home every day after school so we have some pretty interesting conversations.

"There's a tournament this weekend?" I was pretty curious.

"Yeah I can't wait!" ugh… Shadia had sugar last hour.

Thus I had to ask again, "Is there any way I can register?"

"No." she holds out the word while shaking her head.

Okay, I am irritated now, "Why not?"

The Wheeler girl looked up, "It closed last weekend. Too many people were signing up."

"And you didn't tell me about this because?" …please just answer your little middle school bum.

Her smile was way too big, "You weren't a pro duelist yet."

Damn her. "You know something, you're a total jerk!" I screamed with rage and left to find another way home.

yeah. please review. i know i can do 10x better.

next time: the tournament happens along with other great and mysterious things.