~THE GOOD LIFE: MATT'S STORY, PART 2~
Hey everyone! You've come to read the second part!
Again, I do not own Digimon, but the plot is mine.
I advise all readers who have not read part 1 to do so immediately, or else this story will make next to no sense at all.
In this part, there is a scene of attempted suicide. Nothing graphic, I swear. Nobody dies, okay? I'm not THAT cruel.
This story is rated PG-13, due to the plot. No swearing, but all in all, it's pretty depressing. It gets happier as it goes along though, I promise.
Let's get something straight. This story is an alternate-reality story. In this story, Matt and T.K.'s parents are not divorced, but still together. Matt and Mimi are in high school. So is Tai, Izzy, and Joe, but they only get mentioned here. They'll have a bigger part in the next couple parts. T.K. and Kari are in middle school.
Send all reviews to crescent87@hotmail.com
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~THE GOOD LIFE: MATT'S STORY, PART 2~
BY VENUS163
"Oh Matt!" Mimi said, breaking out into smiles, her hands grasped together, "that was so sweet! You gave the little bunny to that small girl!"
Matt was very relieved, but he still curiously watched her. "Most girls would have been offended," he told her.
"They're stupid!" she told him admiringly. "I think it was so sweet and splendid of you...oh Matt!"
Matt basked in her praise for a moment longer before relunctantly returning to Earth. He turned back to the booth and won another rabbit, this time pink.
"Well, it was a good thing anyway," he assured her, giving it to her. "I got you a pink one instead."
Mimi grinned. "And I expect you want the same thanks for it you got from her?" Without waiting for a reply she gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "There."
Matt felt his face grow hot. "Um, would you like to go on the Ferris Wheel?"
"As long as it's with you, Matt."
Matt blissfully lead her to the wheel. There, they got in a cart. Luckily for Matt, they only held two people.
As the wheel slowly moved them up, Matt looked around. "Beautiful, isn't it?"
"Um-hmm."
A cry of delight caused him to look up. A small boy was hanging onto his mother happily, smiling. The mother pulled him back into the seat patiently and kissed his forehead. The boy snuggled closer to her.
Matt felt a lump grow in his throat. HIS mother had never been like that. She hadn't cared. She'd just let him do whatever he wanted.
He turned his gaze below him, trying to escape the hurt and pain. His eyes fell onto a little boy with his father. The boy was eating cotton candy. He stopped and said something to his father, who picked him up and sat him on his shoulders. After eating some more cotton candy, he dropped some onto his father's head, who said something to him. Then both laughed.
The tears stung his eyes. His father had been even worse than his mother, if possible. Always away on business, Matt hardly ever saw him, but when he did, he was always yelling at him for doing something wrong.
He felt a soft hand on his shoulder. "Matt, are you alright?"
"I'm...I'm not feeling well."
"If you want to talk about it, I'm here," Mimi assured him.
Matt wanted to cry. Mimi's touch, her soft voice...It seemed like someone cared for him, for HIM, not Yamato Ishida, who came from a rich family.
"I-I..." And suddenly, he found himself pouring his heart out to Mimi. He told her everything: About his parents, about his brother, his friends...
"My parents have never cared for me. They never loved me. I was just a son who was born to carry on the family name and to make more money. My father was always away on business, and my mother went to parties. Both would always yell at me for things I didn't do or some small thing. It was always money and themselves, they cared about, not me or my brother T.K.
"Of course, T.K. had his share of misery, but he was younger than me, so they didn't put so much pressure on him as they did me. He had this friend of his, named Kari, that would listen to him and comfort him.
"I had no one. My so-called friends only hung around me because I was rich. If I was stripped of my fortune, they'd be gone very quickly.
"Then, my parents started to fight. They always fought, and it was because of me or T.K. I mean, I had no one..." His voice broke.
Mimi said nothing and let him keep talking.
Matt took a deep breath. "And no one's ever cared for me, I mean ME, not the rich kid," he finished. He suddenly grew ashamed. "I'm sorry, Mimi. I shouldn't have bored with you the dreary details of my life. You wouldn't understand..."
"Oh, I understand."
Matt looked up quickly. "You what?"
"I understand very well. Too well," Mimi said quietly. "You see, I'm an only child. I come from a rich family too. My parents don't care one whit for me. As long as I stay out of the way and give the world a good impression, they don't care.
"You're lucky, you know that?" Mimi said bitterly. "You know just where you stand with your parents, how much they don't like you. Me- They pretend to love me. They treat me nicely, and give me everything I ask for. But I KNOW that they don't love me. And that's what hurts most. And that they could never give me the one thing that I want most- love.
"Like you, I don't have any true friends. My parents bribe kids to be nice to me and hang around with me. And that hurts, knowing that they would rather take money and pretend to be my friend, then actually be one for nothing except my own friendship."
Matt stared at her. "Mimi...I never knew..."
"I told you we were alike more than you thought," she whispered. "I knew immediately that you were like me, though I didn't know how."
"Do you have no one to care for you?" Matt asked cautiously.
"I used to..." Mimi began, "...but there IS someone now..."
"I have no one," Matt said sadly. "No one cares for me, no one loves me..."
"Matt..."
"...no one even, LIKES me..."
"Matt..."
"...no one....what?"
"You're wrong, Matt," Mimi said warmly. "You're not alone, the whole world doesn't hate you..."
"A person would have to be a lunatic to like me," Matt snapped.
Mimi looked down at her pink-painted fingernails. "I guess I'm a lunatic, then," she murmured.
Matt jerked his head up. "What?"
"Oh Matt," Mimi said warmly, linking her arm through his, "I care for you. And the person who cares for me now...it's you."
"What?"
"I know you care about me, even if you don't." She smiled and ran a slender hand through his blonde hair. "I don't know who you really are, but I care about you a lot. And no matter who you are, you'll always be my Matt."
Matt felt a tear travel down his cheek. "Mimi..." he choked.
Mimi brushed his tears away. She straightened. "It's almost our turn to get off, Matt."
He got off first and offered her his hand, which she took. As they walked to get some cotton candy, their hands were linked.
It was late in the evening when he came home.
Immediately he was pounced upon by his mother. "Yamato, where have you been? I'm so ashamed of you, leaving without saying a word, how could you..."
"Um..."
"...if your father heard of this, he'd give you a good beating! Now, I expect you to go upstairs and stay in your room, you stupid boy. Go up and there and try to think of something you can do, so you can stop being such a good-for-nothing boy..."
Matt hurried up the stairs, the tears stinging his eyes. His thoughts drifted back to the small boy and his mother. Then, he remembered the boy and his father. Throwing himself onto his bed, he felt his fists clench in hate towards his parents.
Then, he remembered Mimi. His eyes softened and his fists unclenched. Mimi was always there, she would always be there. She understood him, what he was going through because she went through the same things herself.
Matt suddenly got up and ducked under his bed. If Mimi understood him so well, then she would understand VERY well what he was about to do.
Matt pulled out the knife and stared at the glinting edge. All his troubles were going to be over.
"...I think he's going to make it."
Matt dazedly got to his senses. There was a strong smell of chemicals filling up his nose. Strange noises soon registered in his brain as talking, beeping, and clattering, With a lot of work, he managed to open his eyes.
"He's awake!"
Matt found himself looking up into the faces of a bearded man and several uniformed women. 'Doctors and nurses,' he thought. With a slightly disappointed feeling, he realized that he wasn't dead but in a hospital.
"How are you feeling?" the doctor asked.
Matt managed to shrug. "Dunno."
"Close call, young man. Whatever possessed you to try to commit suicide?" The doctor was now talking more to himself than to Matt. "Young people nowadays," he muttered.
Straightening, he ordered, "Help him sit up!"
The nurses scurried to him quickly, helping him sit up. Matt looked and saw himself dressed in a hospital gown. He happened to be in a moderate-sized room, in a white bed. The room was rather empty. On his arm, where he had made the cut, was a heavy white bandage.
The doctor gestured towards the nurses. "We can go now. Send his visitor in."
Matt watched them leave. Wondering who the visitor could be, he watched the door open.
He gasped. "T.K.! What are you doing here?"
His younger brother was pale. "Matt! Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. But what..."
T.K. hurried over to his side and sat down in the chair. "I was going to ask if you were alright, 'cause I heard the conversation between you and Mom. I walked in, and you were on the ground, laying in a pool of..." T.K. took a deep breath. "...in a pool of blood. I saw the knife next to you and I called the ambulance."
Matt frowned. "Where's Mom? Dad?"
"Oh, Mom doesn't know. She's at a stupid party. And of course Dad doesn't know either." T.K. swallowed with a lot of effort. Then, with a small cry, he grasped Matt's good arm. "Whatever drove you to do it, Matt? I know life was bad, but...but I didn't think it was that bad!" He started to sniffle. "Matt..."
Matt immediately felt guilty over what he had attempted to do. He squeezed his brother's hand. "I don't know, T.K. I think it was an impulse or something. But I won't do it again," he said quickly. "I promise."
T.K. looked up. "Really? You promise?"
"Yeah, I promise."
His sunny smile graced T.K.'s face. "That's great, then." He stood up. "I think that friend of yours should be here by now..."
"My friend?"
"Oh, yeah. I found someone's phone number on your desk. It was really worn, but I managed to read it and call that person. Did you know a g-"
He stopped abruptly. "Oh, she's here..."
"SHE??" Matt asked, feeling sick suddenly.
"Yeah. Well, I better get going. I'll make up some excuse when Mom comes home. Bye, Matt. See you tomorrow. The doctor says you'll be released then," he said reassuringly.
Before Matt could say anything, T.K. walked out of the room. And Mimi stepped in.
"Mimi!" Matt gasped.
Mimi was unnaturally pale. She sat in the chair that T.K. had just vacated and grasped his hand in her own. "So, you did it," she said flatly. "I was wondering when you would try it."
"Huh?"
Mimi looked into his eyes. "I understand completely," she murmured.
"You wouldn't," Matt told her. "You've never been driven to this before."
"Oh, haven't I?" Mimi asked him.
"What do you mean?" he asked curiously.
Mimi rolled up the sleeve of her shirt. "I've tried it, too," she said quietly, holding out her arm.
Matt gazed down onto her creamy arm. In a shade slightly lighter than the rest of her skin, a long, vertical scar sat smugly, a tell-tale clue.
"You-you tried to kill yourself too?" Matt choked.
Mimi nodded. "A couple years ago. I would have succeeded, too, except one of the maids found me before I left. Of course, she was sworn to secrecy, and nobody except me, that maid, and a handful of doctors and nurses know about my attempt to take my life."
Suddenly, her emotionless exterior was gone. "Oh Matt!" she cried, "I thought I'd lost you!" The tears started to flow down her face.
Matt reached out and brushed away her tears. "Mimi, I can never go, not now," he said soothingly. "You're way too important to me. If I left, you'd be left all alone, and then what would happen?"
Mimi leaned down towards him. "Am I really that important to you?" she breathed.
Matt nodded, caressing her cheek. "Of course, Mimi."
Mimi smiled. "Of course," she repeated.
"Why do I have to go?" demanded Matt.
"Because the Tachikawas are going to be there," Mrs. Ishida snapped. "They are one of the richest families in Tokyo."
"Wouldn't hurt for you to meet their daughter," Mr. Ishida muttered. "I hear she's a perfect angel."
"She's probably a perfect snob," he retorted.
SLAP!!
Pain throbbed on his cheek. Gingerly, Matt raised a hand and touched it, wincing as it stung.
"That'll teach you to behave," Mr. Ishida snapped. "I should have belted you a whole lot more when you were growing up. But it's too late for that. Go and get dressed before I decide to teach you a bigger lesson."
Matt hurried away, tears of humiliation sliding down his cheeks. Slamming the door to his room, he snatched up the picture of Mimi that she had given to him. Gazing at the picture, he felt himself slowly calm down and compose himself.
After changing into his suit, he looked into his mirror. He frowned. 'I'll show them,' he vowed fervently.
Matt sat silently in the back of the car, staring sullenly out the window, during the drive to the Kitamatsumori home, where the party was to take place. He could feel T.K.'s uneasiness next to him.
Knocking on the door, the butler opened the door. "The Ishidas," he announced in a monotonous tone.
Matt stepped in, bored. He'd been to so many dances and parties that he knew that they were basically all the same.
He watched T.K. walk over to Kari. Kari's brother Taichi and his friends Koushiro Izumi and Jyou Kido were keeping a close eye on the pair.
Matt sighed. Lately, his so-called friends had been avoiding him, claiming that he didn't seem like himself.
Matt sighed in frustration.
Suddenly, his mother was yanking violently onto his arm. "Come!" she hissed.
~END OF THE GOOD LIFE: MATT'S STORY, PART 2~
~TO BE CONTINUED...IN THE GOOD LIFE: MATT'S STORY, PART 3~
What does Matt's mother want with him? Will Matt have fun at the party? What exactly is between T.K. and Kari, and why is Taichi (Tai), Koushiro (Izzy), and Jyou (Joe) keeping such a close eye on them?
PLEASE REVIEW!! Send E-Mails to crescent87@hotmail.com
PLEASE READ PART 3!!
-Venus163
Hey everyone! You've come to read the second part!
Again, I do not own Digimon, but the plot is mine.
I advise all readers who have not read part 1 to do so immediately, or else this story will make next to no sense at all.
In this part, there is a scene of attempted suicide. Nothing graphic, I swear. Nobody dies, okay? I'm not THAT cruel.
This story is rated PG-13, due to the plot. No swearing, but all in all, it's pretty depressing. It gets happier as it goes along though, I promise.
Let's get something straight. This story is an alternate-reality story. In this story, Matt and T.K.'s parents are not divorced, but still together. Matt and Mimi are in high school. So is Tai, Izzy, and Joe, but they only get mentioned here. They'll have a bigger part in the next couple parts. T.K. and Kari are in middle school.
Send all reviews to crescent87@hotmail.com
PLEASE REVIEW!!
~THE GOOD LIFE: MATT'S STORY, PART 2~
BY VENUS163
"Oh Matt!" Mimi said, breaking out into smiles, her hands grasped together, "that was so sweet! You gave the little bunny to that small girl!"
Matt was very relieved, but he still curiously watched her. "Most girls would have been offended," he told her.
"They're stupid!" she told him admiringly. "I think it was so sweet and splendid of you...oh Matt!"
Matt basked in her praise for a moment longer before relunctantly returning to Earth. He turned back to the booth and won another rabbit, this time pink.
"Well, it was a good thing anyway," he assured her, giving it to her. "I got you a pink one instead."
Mimi grinned. "And I expect you want the same thanks for it you got from her?" Without waiting for a reply she gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "There."
Matt felt his face grow hot. "Um, would you like to go on the Ferris Wheel?"
"As long as it's with you, Matt."
Matt blissfully lead her to the wheel. There, they got in a cart. Luckily for Matt, they only held two people.
As the wheel slowly moved them up, Matt looked around. "Beautiful, isn't it?"
"Um-hmm."
A cry of delight caused him to look up. A small boy was hanging onto his mother happily, smiling. The mother pulled him back into the seat patiently and kissed his forehead. The boy snuggled closer to her.
Matt felt a lump grow in his throat. HIS mother had never been like that. She hadn't cared. She'd just let him do whatever he wanted.
He turned his gaze below him, trying to escape the hurt and pain. His eyes fell onto a little boy with his father. The boy was eating cotton candy. He stopped and said something to his father, who picked him up and sat him on his shoulders. After eating some more cotton candy, he dropped some onto his father's head, who said something to him. Then both laughed.
The tears stung his eyes. His father had been even worse than his mother, if possible. Always away on business, Matt hardly ever saw him, but when he did, he was always yelling at him for doing something wrong.
He felt a soft hand on his shoulder. "Matt, are you alright?"
"I'm...I'm not feeling well."
"If you want to talk about it, I'm here," Mimi assured him.
Matt wanted to cry. Mimi's touch, her soft voice...It seemed like someone cared for him, for HIM, not Yamato Ishida, who came from a rich family.
"I-I..." And suddenly, he found himself pouring his heart out to Mimi. He told her everything: About his parents, about his brother, his friends...
"My parents have never cared for me. They never loved me. I was just a son who was born to carry on the family name and to make more money. My father was always away on business, and my mother went to parties. Both would always yell at me for things I didn't do or some small thing. It was always money and themselves, they cared about, not me or my brother T.K.
"Of course, T.K. had his share of misery, but he was younger than me, so they didn't put so much pressure on him as they did me. He had this friend of his, named Kari, that would listen to him and comfort him.
"I had no one. My so-called friends only hung around me because I was rich. If I was stripped of my fortune, they'd be gone very quickly.
"Then, my parents started to fight. They always fought, and it was because of me or T.K. I mean, I had no one..." His voice broke.
Mimi said nothing and let him keep talking.
Matt took a deep breath. "And no one's ever cared for me, I mean ME, not the rich kid," he finished. He suddenly grew ashamed. "I'm sorry, Mimi. I shouldn't have bored with you the dreary details of my life. You wouldn't understand..."
"Oh, I understand."
Matt looked up quickly. "You what?"
"I understand very well. Too well," Mimi said quietly. "You see, I'm an only child. I come from a rich family too. My parents don't care one whit for me. As long as I stay out of the way and give the world a good impression, they don't care.
"You're lucky, you know that?" Mimi said bitterly. "You know just where you stand with your parents, how much they don't like you. Me- They pretend to love me. They treat me nicely, and give me everything I ask for. But I KNOW that they don't love me. And that's what hurts most. And that they could never give me the one thing that I want most- love.
"Like you, I don't have any true friends. My parents bribe kids to be nice to me and hang around with me. And that hurts, knowing that they would rather take money and pretend to be my friend, then actually be one for nothing except my own friendship."
Matt stared at her. "Mimi...I never knew..."
"I told you we were alike more than you thought," she whispered. "I knew immediately that you were like me, though I didn't know how."
"Do you have no one to care for you?" Matt asked cautiously.
"I used to..." Mimi began, "...but there IS someone now..."
"I have no one," Matt said sadly. "No one cares for me, no one loves me..."
"Matt..."
"...no one even, LIKES me..."
"Matt..."
"...no one....what?"
"You're wrong, Matt," Mimi said warmly. "You're not alone, the whole world doesn't hate you..."
"A person would have to be a lunatic to like me," Matt snapped.
Mimi looked down at her pink-painted fingernails. "I guess I'm a lunatic, then," she murmured.
Matt jerked his head up. "What?"
"Oh Matt," Mimi said warmly, linking her arm through his, "I care for you. And the person who cares for me now...it's you."
"What?"
"I know you care about me, even if you don't." She smiled and ran a slender hand through his blonde hair. "I don't know who you really are, but I care about you a lot. And no matter who you are, you'll always be my Matt."
Matt felt a tear travel down his cheek. "Mimi..." he choked.
Mimi brushed his tears away. She straightened. "It's almost our turn to get off, Matt."
He got off first and offered her his hand, which she took. As they walked to get some cotton candy, their hands were linked.
It was late in the evening when he came home.
Immediately he was pounced upon by his mother. "Yamato, where have you been? I'm so ashamed of you, leaving without saying a word, how could you..."
"Um..."
"...if your father heard of this, he'd give you a good beating! Now, I expect you to go upstairs and stay in your room, you stupid boy. Go up and there and try to think of something you can do, so you can stop being such a good-for-nothing boy..."
Matt hurried up the stairs, the tears stinging his eyes. His thoughts drifted back to the small boy and his mother. Then, he remembered the boy and his father. Throwing himself onto his bed, he felt his fists clench in hate towards his parents.
Then, he remembered Mimi. His eyes softened and his fists unclenched. Mimi was always there, she would always be there. She understood him, what he was going through because she went through the same things herself.
Matt suddenly got up and ducked under his bed. If Mimi understood him so well, then she would understand VERY well what he was about to do.
Matt pulled out the knife and stared at the glinting edge. All his troubles were going to be over.
"...I think he's going to make it."
Matt dazedly got to his senses. There was a strong smell of chemicals filling up his nose. Strange noises soon registered in his brain as talking, beeping, and clattering, With a lot of work, he managed to open his eyes.
"He's awake!"
Matt found himself looking up into the faces of a bearded man and several uniformed women. 'Doctors and nurses,' he thought. With a slightly disappointed feeling, he realized that he wasn't dead but in a hospital.
"How are you feeling?" the doctor asked.
Matt managed to shrug. "Dunno."
"Close call, young man. Whatever possessed you to try to commit suicide?" The doctor was now talking more to himself than to Matt. "Young people nowadays," he muttered.
Straightening, he ordered, "Help him sit up!"
The nurses scurried to him quickly, helping him sit up. Matt looked and saw himself dressed in a hospital gown. He happened to be in a moderate-sized room, in a white bed. The room was rather empty. On his arm, where he had made the cut, was a heavy white bandage.
The doctor gestured towards the nurses. "We can go now. Send his visitor in."
Matt watched them leave. Wondering who the visitor could be, he watched the door open.
He gasped. "T.K.! What are you doing here?"
His younger brother was pale. "Matt! Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. But what..."
T.K. hurried over to his side and sat down in the chair. "I was going to ask if you were alright, 'cause I heard the conversation between you and Mom. I walked in, and you were on the ground, laying in a pool of..." T.K. took a deep breath. "...in a pool of blood. I saw the knife next to you and I called the ambulance."
Matt frowned. "Where's Mom? Dad?"
"Oh, Mom doesn't know. She's at a stupid party. And of course Dad doesn't know either." T.K. swallowed with a lot of effort. Then, with a small cry, he grasped Matt's good arm. "Whatever drove you to do it, Matt? I know life was bad, but...but I didn't think it was that bad!" He started to sniffle. "Matt..."
Matt immediately felt guilty over what he had attempted to do. He squeezed his brother's hand. "I don't know, T.K. I think it was an impulse or something. But I won't do it again," he said quickly. "I promise."
T.K. looked up. "Really? You promise?"
"Yeah, I promise."
His sunny smile graced T.K.'s face. "That's great, then." He stood up. "I think that friend of yours should be here by now..."
"My friend?"
"Oh, yeah. I found someone's phone number on your desk. It was really worn, but I managed to read it and call that person. Did you know a g-"
He stopped abruptly. "Oh, she's here..."
"SHE??" Matt asked, feeling sick suddenly.
"Yeah. Well, I better get going. I'll make up some excuse when Mom comes home. Bye, Matt. See you tomorrow. The doctor says you'll be released then," he said reassuringly.
Before Matt could say anything, T.K. walked out of the room. And Mimi stepped in.
"Mimi!" Matt gasped.
Mimi was unnaturally pale. She sat in the chair that T.K. had just vacated and grasped his hand in her own. "So, you did it," she said flatly. "I was wondering when you would try it."
"Huh?"
Mimi looked into his eyes. "I understand completely," she murmured.
"You wouldn't," Matt told her. "You've never been driven to this before."
"Oh, haven't I?" Mimi asked him.
"What do you mean?" he asked curiously.
Mimi rolled up the sleeve of her shirt. "I've tried it, too," she said quietly, holding out her arm.
Matt gazed down onto her creamy arm. In a shade slightly lighter than the rest of her skin, a long, vertical scar sat smugly, a tell-tale clue.
"You-you tried to kill yourself too?" Matt choked.
Mimi nodded. "A couple years ago. I would have succeeded, too, except one of the maids found me before I left. Of course, she was sworn to secrecy, and nobody except me, that maid, and a handful of doctors and nurses know about my attempt to take my life."
Suddenly, her emotionless exterior was gone. "Oh Matt!" she cried, "I thought I'd lost you!" The tears started to flow down her face.
Matt reached out and brushed away her tears. "Mimi, I can never go, not now," he said soothingly. "You're way too important to me. If I left, you'd be left all alone, and then what would happen?"
Mimi leaned down towards him. "Am I really that important to you?" she breathed.
Matt nodded, caressing her cheek. "Of course, Mimi."
Mimi smiled. "Of course," she repeated.
"Why do I have to go?" demanded Matt.
"Because the Tachikawas are going to be there," Mrs. Ishida snapped. "They are one of the richest families in Tokyo."
"Wouldn't hurt for you to meet their daughter," Mr. Ishida muttered. "I hear she's a perfect angel."
"She's probably a perfect snob," he retorted.
SLAP!!
Pain throbbed on his cheek. Gingerly, Matt raised a hand and touched it, wincing as it stung.
"That'll teach you to behave," Mr. Ishida snapped. "I should have belted you a whole lot more when you were growing up. But it's too late for that. Go and get dressed before I decide to teach you a bigger lesson."
Matt hurried away, tears of humiliation sliding down his cheeks. Slamming the door to his room, he snatched up the picture of Mimi that she had given to him. Gazing at the picture, he felt himself slowly calm down and compose himself.
After changing into his suit, he looked into his mirror. He frowned. 'I'll show them,' he vowed fervently.
Matt sat silently in the back of the car, staring sullenly out the window, during the drive to the Kitamatsumori home, where the party was to take place. He could feel T.K.'s uneasiness next to him.
Knocking on the door, the butler opened the door. "The Ishidas," he announced in a monotonous tone.
Matt stepped in, bored. He'd been to so many dances and parties that he knew that they were basically all the same.
He watched T.K. walk over to Kari. Kari's brother Taichi and his friends Koushiro Izumi and Jyou Kido were keeping a close eye on the pair.
Matt sighed. Lately, his so-called friends had been avoiding him, claiming that he didn't seem like himself.
Matt sighed in frustration.
Suddenly, his mother was yanking violently onto his arm. "Come!" she hissed.
~END OF THE GOOD LIFE: MATT'S STORY, PART 2~
~TO BE CONTINUED...IN THE GOOD LIFE: MATT'S STORY, PART 3~
What does Matt's mother want with him? Will Matt have fun at the party? What exactly is between T.K. and Kari, and why is Taichi (Tai), Koushiro (Izzy), and Jyou (Joe) keeping such a close eye on them?
PLEASE REVIEW!! Send E-Mails to crescent87@hotmail.com
PLEASE READ PART 3!!
-Venus163