Kita Hiroshimira typed on her computer. Her program was now about complete. She knew, without a doubt, that this one was her key to success. Countless days had been wasted, in vain, furiously writing, just to find out that her work did not cut it.
A smile spread across her oriental face. "Accepted!" she whispered. She slowly lowered her finger, tapped on the enter button, and....
" Stupid Mr. Kamio!" mumbled Sora under her breath as she sat down at her desk at Kamio Fashion. Mr. Kamio had just rejected her entire fall wardrobe and she was ticked off. Just when her day couldn't get any worse, her Digivice started to beep. She dug through her purse and pulled out the 29 year old object. IT was a distress call.
She knew what that meant. She logged on to her computer's e-mail.
"Dear Sora, (Read the e-mail)
Emergency in the Digital World. Please meet the others at the Oto Nao Elementary School.
Sincerely,
Gennai"
"That's where Kari teaches," thought Sora as she grabbed her stuff and headed for the door.
She thrusted the key into the ignition, and the car started with a rumble.
As she sped along the highway, she realized that she had to pick up her daughter and son. They went to the middle school right by Oto Nao, so she thought that she would just give them the key to the house and have them walk home.
She pulled up to the school and walked quickly into the school.
"I need to pick up Juni and Shania please." She told the secretary.
The stenographer told her it would be a couple of minutes, and she left to fetch the two twelve year olds.
Sora sat in a chair to wait. Suddenly, she wasn't in the school anymore! The blank white wall were becoming a bluish mist, and the chair and floors became gravel and rocks. The people became Bakemon. Sora instantly shot up, and surveyed her surroundings . The Bakemon saw her and flew toward her. One grabbed her hand. One grabbed her foot. She kicked and screamed and yelled for help. But nobody came. The next thing she saw was black....
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