Disclaimer: Michael Irene doesn't own digimon so don't sue him, instead sue Toei animation for not getting TK and Kari married

Disclaimer: Michael Irene doesn't own digimon so don't sue him, instead sue Toei animation for not getting TK and Kari married at the end of the series. Hello, I'm Putu Gehde. I can be described as a flying, evil penguin that only Michael can see. Michael is asleep right now "No I m not, damn it Putu, let me out of here!" *SLAP* Excuse me for the technical difficulties. On Michael's behalf I would like to thank everyone who sent in reviews and would like to comment on the swearing. Now let me set the situation for you: 8th grade, a drunk teacher, pop quizzes almost everyday, peer pressure, and frustration. Don't you think that could make them swear a little? So any way on to the story.

Michael Irene presents Putu Gehde presents

One Week

Day 2

It spread like HIV at a 60's rave. By eight o'clock Tuesday morning, every student in the school knew I had terminal cancer (A/N: a terminal illness means that you are going to die no matter what). I had wondering what I was going to do with my wish. You know the Make A Wish Foundation. It was incredible. Why, oh why, did I have to be one of the 879 million people to get this. "This is fucking bull shit," I thought to myself. I had gone to the doctors last week and yesterday morning I got that faithful phone call. It was insane. I had left home early so I didn't have to walk with everyone else. But thanks to Ken, they knew that I would do that. It was a little surprising you know, to be walking, thinking your in the clear, and suddenly you hear, "Hey TF!" The inevitable sound of Davis. I ran faster. I ran to the school. As soon as I ran through the gates, every head in the courtyard turned to gaze upon me. "I am going to hell before I die, what an interesting twist of fate," I murmured to myself as the cheerleading squad burst into tears.

            I got to my locker after dodging a bunch of people on the soccer team saying I had better pay them before I die from all the bets I had lost. I mean come on. Wouldn't you think Tom Green would come back on the air? I opened my locker only to be knocked down by a mountain of chocolates and get well cards. I mean I couldn't move. I would have been on the floor for a while if it hadn't been for Matt pulling me up. "Can I have a chocolate?" asked Matt. "Knock yourself out," I replied. Matt grinned, "Done and done. And I mean done." "So Matt what brings you to Odaiba Middle school?" "Well I think I should get some time off from school to visit my little brother who just happens to have terminal cancer." "Yeah, sorry about not telling you." "Don't worry about that, just worry about how Kari is going to take." This confused me. "What do you mean 'Worry about how Kari is going to take it'" Matt turned red as if he had revealed forbidden information. "Oh, shit," I heard him mutter. "Um… would you look at the time," said Matt glancing at his wrist, "I better get going."

            We had algebra first period, so we had to deal with Mrs. Hunt and her morning margarita hang-over. She was popping some aspirin when the daily announcement was to be made. Was it the principle? No. Was it Davis announcing his love for Kari like last week? No. It was some girl named Rachel saying, "TK, I know you have terminal cancer and you don't have long to live but I figured you really shouldn't die a virgin. I mean, I wouldn't want to. My number is 786-56….." She was cut off. Everyone, including Mrs. Hunt, was staring at me. I tried to bury myself in my desk but that didn't work. Mrs. Hunt shook it off and proceeded to ask people how to get her husband back for cheating on her.

            Second period: English. Your usual boring grammar class, taught by the Anti-Christ, Mr. Welinisher. It passed with out event except for Davis walking in late and Mr. Welinisher yelling at him for half an hour. Third period: Study Hall. I sat there for an hour drawing Aliens attacking Tokyo and then the Z fighters from Dragon Ball Z stopping them. Everyone was passing notes as the elderly Mrs. Kaimutu fell asleep. 90% of the notes came to me. 89% of those notes where the numbers for every girl in the room. Could you believe that almost the entire female population of the school had a crush on me? ME!?! It was all futile though. No one knew who I liked, and I'm not about to tell you *cough* Kari *cough* (A/N: I mean come on everyone knows that).

            The rest of the day was uneventful except for gym. We had gym last period. The guys played soccer and girls practiced Dancing. It was my team versus Davis's team. It was a very close game the entire time. It was 9 to 9 with 30 seconds left in the game. My team was going towards Davis's goal when my arm suddenly went numb. I kept on running. I wanted to win. They passed the ball to me and I kicked it. I didn't see if I scored or not cause at that moment I blacked out.

"Doctor, will he be alright?" "Well, He live for know but the cancer will catch up with him." I woke up to the sound of my mother and some doctor. I slowly opened my eyes. I felt weak. "Mom.." "Honey, save your strength," said my mom. "Your one tough kid, TK. You gave your friends quite a scare," said the Doctor, "You should get some rest." My mom wiped her tears and said, "I'll go tell your friends you're alright." The doctor began to say something but I wasn't listening. I was thinking, "Shit, this is for real. I really am going to die. I should really try to make the best of the time I have left." "TK! You should really pay attention to what I am saying!" said the doctor. "Sorry sir," I replied. "Now you should try to eat only healthy food, and take these pills once a day and the passing out may stop." "Ok sir. Can I go now?" "Sure."


            It was strange. Everyone was crying when I came out. Except for Davis. Davis looked realeved. He said to me, "It's good that your ok but next time DON'T kick the ball at my nuts." I laughed despite myself. "I'll try Davis." When we got home, I watched my favorite TV show. Digimon: Digital Monsters.

I know it's a kid show but I loved it. How I wanted to be a Digidestined. How I wanted to have a digimon. I sighed. No digimon would save me now. The entire day I had been kicking around an idea in my head. I had finally come to a decision. I turned off the TV and picked up the phone. I dialed her number. Some one picked up. "Hello." "Hi can I talk with Kari?" "Sure… KARI!" She came to the phone. "Hello?" she answered. Time seemed to stop. My heart pounded. I was having trouble breathing. "H..HI Kari.. It's TK. Um.. d.. do you want to um…… g…go to a movie… or something… sometime…maybe?"

I didn't see her but I could tell she was surprised.

Hi everyone. I am back. Me and my little raccoon friend  named "Beefy" took care of Putu so don't worry. What do you think? Review please. Sorry for the cliffhanger will she say yes or no. What do you think of adding the show digimon to the plot. To avoid confusion, digimon are fictional in this story (to an extent).  Well once again review or I'll take it off the net. Thanks

~Michael Irene