Warning: this has nothing to do with the other digimon story I have, but due to my laziness and not wanting to create even more OC's I shall use the same names.

1st pov

November 1st, 2022

He heard a vibrating sound. He opened an eye, reached for his phone, and turned it on. Seven-Forty five, and a message saying he would be late for school...

"...I'm gonna be late for school!"

A boy rams his door and opens it, jumping on a foot while trying to put on his pants then face planting. He gets them on and continues running as he puts on his shirt. He skids on the floor and grabs a bag of pop tarts off the counter and immediately zips back to the door. He stops, grabbing his goggles and V-pet, before running out the door. Rushing to wrap his jacket around his waist, he runs in place waiting for the elevator to get to the fifteenth floor. He put his headphones on his head. He scrolled through the music.

"I- uh-uh, Kids of America I don't have time to choose! I don't have time for this!" He began to run down the stairs. He stopped at the fourth. "God why did I decide to run down the stairs! Idiot!" He slapped his head, and immediately regretted it as it dug the goggles into his head. He shook it off and tripped down to the third floor, before running to the second, and jumping out the window on that side. He hit the ground and rolled onto his back. "Maybe I should just slow down..."

8:45 am

On Top of everything else, the train was having difficulties. And thus, what would be a twenty minute trip turned into nearly an hour. The protagonist had his feet kicked up onto a desk and was leaning backwards on his chair. The chair lost balance and he freaked out waving his arms grabbing the desk, and saving himself with a sigh of relief. The principal came in groaning, sitting down next to the boy and sighing.

"Alright Mr. Yuukaza, you're free to go." The principal said, before Michael jumped out of the chair onto his feet. He stopped at the mirror and checked himself out. He was wearing a pair of basic white tennis shoes with a pair of blue-jeans with a belt to keep them on tightly. He had on a black shirt with a digital blocky design on it, and a plain blue jacket wrapped around his waist. His eyes were a baby blue, and he had a pair of round goggles on his head with his messy brown hair. He put his hand to his chin in the shape of an L.

"Aw c'mon Brad, you can't stay mad at me. I mean, just look how good looking I am? Even I impress myself!" He said with a cheeky grin on his face.

"Don't call me that." The Principle said walking into his office.

"You say that...but you know I wont." Michael said, shooting him finger guns before walking out the door and immediately throwing away the paper given to him in the trash. "It's a good thing mom's gone for the month, or I'd be way beyond screw. The only thing scarier then a woman, is an angry mom." He made his way through the school. A three-story tall building filled with windows, as there were lot's of rooms. He made his way to the second floor and approached room 2-C, but the bell rang signifying that class was over. "Lucky me."

He immediately u-turned and turned back to the stairs to the third floor. He walked in, threw his bag onto his desk, and jumped backwards into his chair for his next class, pulling out his purple V-pet. As he was pressing buttons, other classmate's started to walk in and introduce each other.

"Hiya Mr. Jock! My names Neptune Bright, what's yours?" A short girl asked, walking up to Michael's desk. She had shoulder length purple hair, with two sidebangs going down the side of her face. She had blue-eyes and fair skin, wearing a green shirt with a pink jacket overtop, and a pair of black-sweats. Bust most obnoxiously, she had a large L on her forehead.

"Oh god, the first day of school and someone's trying to socialize with me." Michael thought to himself. Clearly there was only one response to this situation. "Well obviously I'm Mr. Jock, what's your name eggplant?"

"Uh...I just introduced myself." Neptune said awkwardly.

"I know what I said." Michael responded to the girl, spinning his V-tpet back around to his waist.

"...aren't you being a bit rude? your behavior seems borderline juvenile. What did you own your previous school or something." Neptune said, slightly backing away.

"You called me a jock." Michael responded. He pulled some juicebox out of his bag and slowly drank it while staring her in the eyes. Not blinking. Unwavering. The girl called Neptune just began to walk away. Michael cracked a laugh slightly at his success to scare someone away.

"Who the heck names their kid Neptune?" A person ahead of Michael, as he was in the protagonist seat, asked him. Michael turned his attention to the boy referring to him. He had dark brown hair with eyes to match. He wore a red hoodie which remained un-zipped, with a black shirt underneath. He was wearing a pair of jeans, and on his feet were a pair of red Jordan's. Michael sized him up.

"I rate your drip a 6/10." Michael told him.

"6/10! REALLY THAT'S IT?! YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME!" The man yelled.

"First off, your shirt is plain. There's nothing there, it's a plain black shirt. Mine at least has a digital design on it. And of course, I'm the most fly guy around. Do you see these goggles?" He said, proudly adjusting the round goggles on his forehead. "Points for the jay's, but don't

dress for less."

"Bro your goggles look like they are from the dollar store, don't you go insulting me at least I don't have some stupid design on my shirt." Muian insulted. Michael twitched, and he started shaking. He then slowly turned to the man in front of him.

"What the hell...did you say about my goggles?" Michael asked. Before Muian had the chance to answer, he was punched in the face (the nose specifically) and onto the floor, before having to be dragged away from attempting to kill Muian. Neptune sighed in the background as she watched the show.

10:00 am

Michael made his way home, listening to Metalhead's with his headphones. He had been suspended for the week due to his actions, which left him grumbling and huffy.

"I don't need that school anyways." he said. He put his hand on the back of his head and made his way inside, using the elevator this time. He unlocked his front door and looked around his living room. It was a mess. The floor around the table was covered in papers, and junk food along the table. He scratched the back of his head in frustration and threw out all the junk food that had been left out, putting it into a trash bag and leaving it on the front door. He opened up a window, then smelled himself. "Ugh! I didn't get to shower this morning..."

He sighed again, putting his goggles and V-pet onto the kitchen table before going into his room to grab a change of clothes and shower. After he finished he came back out. Only difference being this time his shirt was color-swapped and he was wearing a pair of gray sweat pants. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes with a yawn. He didn't know what to do now that he had all this free-time. He went to the table, and went to grab his V-pet and Goggles.

"Hmm?" he hummed. His V-pet's screen was flickering on and off, and rather brightly. He walked over with his towel around his neck and picked it up. "The hell did I do this time?" He pressed some of the buttons before it sparked in his hand. He let out a yelp of pain as he swung around his numb arm. The digivice started to let out a brighter glow, before the light flew into the ceiling of the room, and everything in the room with low weight started to float slowly. "Ah! Seriously, what did I do this time!"

As his scream's went unanswered, he felt his body get a weird shiver. His body dissipated into pixels, while his voice echoed, before getting sucked in. Afterwards, the V-pet stopped glowing and turned off entirely.