Chapter 2!
Okay, so I'm an eager new author and
rushed into the next chapter w/out waiting for many reviews...
bummer.
And to my first and (as far as I know) only fan:
Mairorah- thank you.
Lunch. I'd made it through half my first day with only mild tripping, falling, slipping, breaking, tumbling, wounding, etc. I was feeling great. This school had exactly two-hundred-twenty-four students, which was a much smaller number than my last school (which had five-hundred-something in the freshman class alone) and this was still not the smallest school I've ever enrolled in.
This school, however, was unusual. Our "homeroom" was actually the classroom for most classes; English, math, history, and geography were all held in that room, but classes such as science, music, physical ed, and tech all had special rooms located elsewhere in the building. There was a different teacher for each subject, but there was only one teacher per subject- they just rotated through the classrooms at different times. Meaning that no two classes were learning the same subject at the same time.
Another thing that struck me as odd about this school was that you went to each class with the same group of about twenty-eight people. That meant you didn't really meet anyone who was not in your class. Even at lunch all the classes seemed to sit at their own tables and not mingle with the other classes. In any other school, I would have related this as "cliques" but each class separated into cliques within themselves, not even bothering to try and sit with similar cliques of other classes.
This was probably because of how class placement worked. There were three classes of each grade. Which class you were placed into depended on how you were enrolled in the school. My class was the scholarship class. Every single student in there was in on a scholarship of some kind: sports and grades being the common ones. One of the other classes was based off of grade level. The students in there placed high enough on tests to enroll but they still had to pay the regular fees. The final class was purely money based. The biggest donations, the biggest names, the biggest egos. I could understand the tables not mingling. Know-it-alls, rich kids, and poor kids were not a good match.
Each class filled about two tables, I noticed, so I started searching for my class's. One of them had seventeen kids crammed on it. I could see why, too. The other table was Yugi, Téa, Joey, and Tristan's table. The freak table. It was obvious I wasn't going to fit on the first one, so I slid next to Ryou. He glanced nervously at me, but didn't protest. Everyone stopped talking almost simultaneously (except Joey and Tristan who were arguing about whether chicken nuggets or chicken strips tasted better) and looked at me. Can you say awkward? Good.
I cleared my throat ever-so-slightly and scanned all their faces, trying to recall names, "Hi, um, do you guys mind if I sit here?" I asked, even though I was already sitting and didn't have much of a choice.
"Sure no problem." Yugi invited me cheerfully. He was snacking on a bag of chips and a hamburger but still didn't have as much food as some of the other guys. He was sitting almost exactly across from me and I noticed how close he and Yami were. It was odd seeing the two of them right next to each other.
"What would you have done if we had said no, I wonder?" evilRyou asked in his raspy British voice. I saw him glaring me down and stared intently at my pudding. What would I have done?
"Probably sat anyway." I admitted quietly, causing a diabolical grin to wash over his face. I swear he took joy out of bullying me.
"Well, at least you're honest." Yami pointed out. His voice was way too deep for any regular high schooler and it made talking to him difficult. Neither him nor evilRyou were eating anything, though Yami did have a soda.
I fidgeted under their gazes and continued to examine my pudding, "'honesty is the most valuable thing we have, so I try to conserve it.'" I muttered.
"Mark Twain." Yami noted, "well said." I felt my face start to glow red. I noticed my pudding was becoming more interesting by the second.
"Humph." evilRyou growled (I realized I still didn't know his name), "You speak of honesty? YOU?" I was shocked to hear flat hatred in his voice. I raised my eyes to meet his to see that he was glaring at...Yami. He wasn't sending an aura of hate my way, but his. Thank goodness.
"Um, sorry to but in here..." I interrupted his hate rant, "but is something wrong?"
He stood up, slamming down on the table with both his hands. "Damn strait somethings wrong!" He growled at me, making me jump ten feet in the air, "You are wrong! You shouldn't be here! You don't even know where you are!"
His words stung like a slap. I wasn't even sure if he knew how completely right he was. I shouldn't be here. I didn't know where I was, or why. But his words still stung. "I-I see." I whispered to my pudding. "I'll leave."
"Bakura!" Ryou hissed, "What is wrong with you?" his British accent was cute even in an angry whisper.
"So Bakura's your name?" I turned to face the angry boy, who was now glaring at me with all he had. "Nice to meet you!" His face flickered surprise, then ferocity ,
I booked it out of there faster than you can say "Let's duel!"
Okay, so this is a sort of short, but necessary chapter,
it has a little bit of foreshadowing in it.
Subtle foreshadowing, but it's there- I promise.
IDK when the next chapter will come out,
I'm a horrid procrastinator...
~RedReadersHood
