Disclaimer: No I don't own yugioh.
Please read. it would be nice of you if you did.
Thanks.
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Chapter 2: My everyday life *
Yugi's POV
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I glanced at my watch, 6.30am it read.
I looked up as I entered the large wooden entrance of the school.
I started to pull my jacket closer to my body as the cold morning wind blew on my face.
But I knew it didn't matter anymore.
The day would be same as always.
Full of beatings and cruel jokes all hurled to me. I guess I didn't really care anymore. I of course had always been beaten and made fun off ever since the first day of school.
I don't really blame them for picking on me. It is really easy for them to pick on short losers like me. It did not even matter if I existed in this world. To them I was tool to relieve stress, or to pick on just for fun.
Sad life isn't it.
I didn't really care anymore. It didn't matter anyway. YOU WOULD NEVER UNDERSTAND WHAT THE FEELING IS LIKE, WHEN YOU ARE AT THE POINT OF YOUR LIFE WHERE YOU JUST WANT TO LEAVE THE TREACHEROUS WORLD, WHEN YOU. When you . when you just want to leave everything behind, and run away from it all.
I felt a tear roll down my cheek as I walked into the empty hall. Maybe it did matter to me. Maybe I really wanted to get back at them, but I just could not.
As always I was the first to get to school. I didn't want the hassle in the morning to rush at the very last minute.
As I walked slowly to the classrooms, I dropped some of my books into the library's book drop and slowly walked away.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps I turned around and saw to my amazement, Yami. The one boy that seemed so mysterious. The one Anzu the most popular girl in school said publicly that she actually liked, along with at least half the student body.
Not there was anything about him to dislike. I just disliked him because he was everything I was not. Cool, calm, tall, handsome, smart, and . . . . .popular.
"What are you doing here at this time of the day ?" I had exclaimed in my curiosity.
I knew I had made a bad move. I knew he was going to think I was some kind of a moron.
"You mean I can't be here in the morning ?" he looked at me with that intimidating look.
I couldn't help it but I felt a rush of tears fill my eyes ,for no reason at all.
I covered my watery eyes as I ran off into the dark school hall.
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Yami's POV
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I suddenly felt guilty that I gave him that look. I could see it in his eyes, the look of intimidation. I only meant to give him a look that would stop him from disturbing me but I didn't want to make him cry.
I knew what I did was terribly wrong.
I . felt. Guilty.
" What was happening to me ?" I thought as I shook my head in confusion. " He just had himself to blame for being such a wimp." I thought as I twirled my keys around my fingers.
I slowly walked forward as I accidentally stepped on something hard, and really thick.
I looked down only to see a book.
A strange book entitled "how to make friends".
I laughed at thought that someone would actually need such a book..
I picked it up and saw a name. It labeled the book with the name " Yugi Mutou"
The boy was yugi mutuo? He must really have horrible social skills to even need the book. Or maybe, it was really that everyone else was just ignoring him.
I looked at the book and remembered those watery eyes, those big, lonely, watery eyes.
I couldn't help but feel sorry for the boy.
Maybe I could meet him after school and apologize to him.
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Yugi POV
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I dried my eyes and put my books in the locker. I slammed it shut after I was done with it. Then I got ready for my first class.
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*ring ring ring*
The first lesson was about to start
I grabbed my books and rushed to the lab where class was to start.
" The number of oscillations that the pendulum has is also due to the amount of ." the teacher's monotonous voice said.
Many students had already fallen asleep to the boring lesson. Which was good news for me as I would not have to put up with all the flying wet tissue balls that were aimed at me.
But to my surprise there were no tissue balls that stuck to my face and tri- colour hair.
I guess I was lucky.
*ring ring*
The dreadful lunch bell had rung.
This was where all of it started.
The abuse.
The bruises.
The painful words.
This is where all of it would start.
I slowly walked to the hall to gain access to my locker. I knew it was going to start here right here in the hall.
I walked slowly trying to be unnoticed. I opened my locker and took out my books including "how to make friends". I felt puzzled as I thought I had dropped it earlier.
I slowly walked to class.
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As I sat there in my seat, I opened my book " how to make friends". I found a note in neat handwriting.
" dear yugi,
Sorry for what happened this morning. Please let me make it up to you. Meet me at the sakura tree outside school after the last bell rings. I'll be waiting for you.
PS: I personally asked everybody to stop bullying you today.
Yours sincerely,
Yami Mutou"
I rubbed my eyes and looked at the note in disbelief. Yami , the boy of popularity and coolness had actually asked me to meet him.
No wonder everybody stopped making fun at me.
" Maybe" I said to myself, " maybe, he isn't as bad as I thought."
Whew finished.
Hope that someone would actually read this.
If you do R&R please..
I'll be thankful if you do.
My sis did say that the book's name was lame *laughs*
Actually I have a book like that * laughs again *
It is actually making friends.
Was reading it while writing this story.
So (hahaha) you get the idea.
Please read. it would be nice of you if you did.
Thanks.
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Chapter 2: My everyday life *
Yugi's POV
*
I glanced at my watch, 6.30am it read.
I looked up as I entered the large wooden entrance of the school.
I started to pull my jacket closer to my body as the cold morning wind blew on my face.
But I knew it didn't matter anymore.
The day would be same as always.
Full of beatings and cruel jokes all hurled to me. I guess I didn't really care anymore. I of course had always been beaten and made fun off ever since the first day of school.
I don't really blame them for picking on me. It is really easy for them to pick on short losers like me. It did not even matter if I existed in this world. To them I was tool to relieve stress, or to pick on just for fun.
Sad life isn't it.
I didn't really care anymore. It didn't matter anyway. YOU WOULD NEVER UNDERSTAND WHAT THE FEELING IS LIKE, WHEN YOU ARE AT THE POINT OF YOUR LIFE WHERE YOU JUST WANT TO LEAVE THE TREACHEROUS WORLD, WHEN YOU. When you . when you just want to leave everything behind, and run away from it all.
I felt a tear roll down my cheek as I walked into the empty hall. Maybe it did matter to me. Maybe I really wanted to get back at them, but I just could not.
As always I was the first to get to school. I didn't want the hassle in the morning to rush at the very last minute.
As I walked slowly to the classrooms, I dropped some of my books into the library's book drop and slowly walked away.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps I turned around and saw to my amazement, Yami. The one boy that seemed so mysterious. The one Anzu the most popular girl in school said publicly that she actually liked, along with at least half the student body.
Not there was anything about him to dislike. I just disliked him because he was everything I was not. Cool, calm, tall, handsome, smart, and . . . . .popular.
"What are you doing here at this time of the day ?" I had exclaimed in my curiosity.
I knew I had made a bad move. I knew he was going to think I was some kind of a moron.
"You mean I can't be here in the morning ?" he looked at me with that intimidating look.
I couldn't help it but I felt a rush of tears fill my eyes ,for no reason at all.
I covered my watery eyes as I ran off into the dark school hall.
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Yami's POV
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I suddenly felt guilty that I gave him that look. I could see it in his eyes, the look of intimidation. I only meant to give him a look that would stop him from disturbing me but I didn't want to make him cry.
I knew what I did was terribly wrong.
I . felt. Guilty.
" What was happening to me ?" I thought as I shook my head in confusion. " He just had himself to blame for being such a wimp." I thought as I twirled my keys around my fingers.
I slowly walked forward as I accidentally stepped on something hard, and really thick.
I looked down only to see a book.
A strange book entitled "how to make friends".
I laughed at thought that someone would actually need such a book..
I picked it up and saw a name. It labeled the book with the name " Yugi Mutou"
The boy was yugi mutuo? He must really have horrible social skills to even need the book. Or maybe, it was really that everyone else was just ignoring him.
I looked at the book and remembered those watery eyes, those big, lonely, watery eyes.
I couldn't help but feel sorry for the boy.
Maybe I could meet him after school and apologize to him.
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Yugi POV
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I dried my eyes and put my books in the locker. I slammed it shut after I was done with it. Then I got ready for my first class.
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*
*
*
*ring ring ring*
The first lesson was about to start
I grabbed my books and rushed to the lab where class was to start.
" The number of oscillations that the pendulum has is also due to the amount of ." the teacher's monotonous voice said.
Many students had already fallen asleep to the boring lesson. Which was good news for me as I would not have to put up with all the flying wet tissue balls that were aimed at me.
But to my surprise there were no tissue balls that stuck to my face and tri- colour hair.
I guess I was lucky.
*ring ring*
The dreadful lunch bell had rung.
This was where all of it started.
The abuse.
The bruises.
The painful words.
This is where all of it would start.
I slowly walked to the hall to gain access to my locker. I knew it was going to start here right here in the hall.
I walked slowly trying to be unnoticed. I opened my locker and took out my books including "how to make friends". I felt puzzled as I thought I had dropped it earlier.
I slowly walked to class.
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As I sat there in my seat, I opened my book " how to make friends". I found a note in neat handwriting.
" dear yugi,
Sorry for what happened this morning. Please let me make it up to you. Meet me at the sakura tree outside school after the last bell rings. I'll be waiting for you.
PS: I personally asked everybody to stop bullying you today.
Yours sincerely,
Yami Mutou"
I rubbed my eyes and looked at the note in disbelief. Yami , the boy of popularity and coolness had actually asked me to meet him.
No wonder everybody stopped making fun at me.
" Maybe" I said to myself, " maybe, he isn't as bad as I thought."
Whew finished.
Hope that someone would actually read this.
If you do R&R please..
I'll be thankful if you do.
My sis did say that the book's name was lame *laughs*
Actually I have a book like that * laughs again *
It is actually making friends.
Was reading it while writing this story.
So (hahaha) you get the idea.