November 10th, 2006. Just two days ago, my entire world was turned around. Now that Yumi and the other warriors were gone, things were very different. Jeremie was sick, working on recreating Lyoko while doing all his homework, and I was stuck in school as if it was a normal day. Before I begin, I should tell you that at Kadic, I have the same group of students all day, from first class to seventh class. First up was English Literature, I always enjoyed this class. Unlike most students, I actually liked to write poems, which is what we were doing today. Our teacher, asked for any volunteers to read their poem aloud to the class. After I read my poem, the teacher, as well some of the other students, were in shock.
Mr. Bible: Well crafted and polished. Well done, Dunbar. Where did you come up with these ideas?
William: I'm not quite sure to be honest. They just... come to my mind.
Priscilla: Are you sure it isn't because Yumi got sick and disappeared? (the bell rings, the students begin to pack up and leave the room)
Mr. Bible: Have a good day, students! Don't forget about your projects!
Next was advanced algebra, European History and the next class I'll show you is Chemistry. I've never liked this class. Too many difficult equations... And now we had a new teacher who would be taking Mrs. Campbell's place temporarily.
Anais (muttering): Are you sure William likes her?
Priscilla (muttering): I'm certain. William's lost his mind since Yumi disappeared.
William: You do realize I can hear you jumping to conclusions back there, right? So knock it off.
Mrs. Fritz: William, repeat what I just said. (William hangs his head in shame) Pay attention, young man. It would be a shame to tell that you were a rebel while she was away. (William sighs)
Next came computer programming, then gym and finally art. As our teacher scolded Christophe for having his ear-buds out, I started drawing in my sketchbook and after a few minutes, I made a complete yet accurate sketch of someone in my art class.
Mrs. Davis: Your homework for tonight is... (she looks at William) William, what are you doing? (she picks up his sketchbook) You're supposed to be paying attention to.. Oh my gosh...
William: Am I in trouble?
Mrs. Davis: No.. it's just. This sketch.. it looks so accurate, so detailed. Nicely done. Looks like you've already done tonight's homework without even knowing what it is.
Maithas: What exactly is tonight's homework?
Mrs. Davis: To create a full body sketch of one of the students in this class, and William has done just that.
Anais: What was his sketch?
Mrs. Davis: I'd tell you but I don't think he'd want me to.
Priscilla: Another sketch of Yumi, I presume?
William: Would you knock it off with those conclusions about me and Yumi? You've been teasing me about it since first class this morning, and I'm getting sick of it!
Priscilla: Face it William! Ever since your crush Yumi disappeared you've been down in the dumps!
Christophe: Yo Priscilla, you really should stop jumping to conclusions and leave William alone. He's had a rough week!
William: Thank you, Christophe, but I don't think she'll listen.
Priscilla: To Christophe, shut up. And to William, you know I'm right! (the bell rings, students begin to leave the room)
William: Finally, the end of another terrible day.
I was more willing to take six hours of detention then admit it to her, but she was right. The sketch I created was of the girl I missed and loved so much. Even worse, she knew who it was too. Yumi Ishimaya, one of the lost Lyoko Warriors. Before she went missing, I never knew the level of insanity that I got to today, or the emotional agony I feel within. At least she's alive... but under Xana's control sadly. As I trudged back to my dorm room, I was hoping I could be left alone to my sorrows, but I found someone in my room.
Sammy: William, are you ok? William?
It was Samuel Andrews, called Sammy or Sam by his friends. He's a 14-year old 9th grader with red hair, grey eyes and pale skin, but surprisingly, he lacks freckles. He commonly wore jeans and a red jersey alongside black tennis shoes. He moved to Kadic Academy during the 8th grade, and we've been best friends ever since.
William: Sammy? Is that you? (he hugs Sammy, who hugs him back, then backs away) Where have you been?
Sammy: My paternal grandfather died two nights ago, so I was excused from classes for two days, but something tells me that my absence isn't the main cause of your sorrow.
William: Only part of it. There's a plethora of factors involved in my misery and woe.
Sammy: Then tell me my friend, what has happened to you? (they sit down on their respective beds)
William: It's a long story, Sammy. I hope you're listening...