A/n: My first serious Digimon fanfic in a long time! I just got this idea and it's been in my head since forever, so I'm just gonna put it down and get it over and done with, 'kay? Takari. If you can't stand that, either a.) Flame me or b.) save my self-esteem and don't read it.
Disclaimer: You know wht this is gonna say, don't you? I don't own Digimon. Now, we all knew that, didn't we?
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June 2
Dear Diary,
I just got this today at the mall. I'm keep ing a summer diary. I know that summer isn't for another 18 days, but you can never start to early with stuff like this.
I ran into TK and his friends at the food court. He smiled and waved at me. Of course, I just had to shove a hamburger in my mouth at the exact same time! I must have looked like a chipmunk. Disgusting.
Kari
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"What would you like, kid?" asked the guy behind the counter.
" One hamburger and a diet coke, please," replied Kari Kamiya.
The guy got her the food and she paid for it and found a place to sit down. She took a sip from her coke and pulled something from her shopping bag. It was a diary. It was pink and purple and blue, with the word "Smile" in black, bold letters on the front. She studied the gold lock carefully, making sure it would work.
Kari took a bite of her hamburger.
"Hey, Kari!" called a voice. "Over here!"
Kari looked up to see Takeru Takaishi waving at her.
"Kari! Hi!"
Kari swallowed. "Hi, TK!"
TK came over to where Kari was, follwed by some of his teammates from the basket ball team.
"How are you?"
"Fine, thanks," she said, feeling like an idiot. "And you?"
"Fine. Look, I gotta go. Will you come to my game on Friday?"
"Sure. See ya!"
"Bye!" He left.
Kari watched him go a took another sip of her coke.
When she got home, she unlocked her diary and grabbed a pen. She paused, pen over paper, wondering what to write. She closed the diary and put it and the pen under her pillow. She would try again after dinner.
After she had eaten dinner and gotten ready for bed, Kari took out her diary and tried again.
'Most people write about what happend in their day,' she thought. 'I'll do that.'
She settled back into her pillows and began to write.
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June 4
Dear Diary,
Some days I can't write. 'Nuff said.
I got a C on my math test. Mom got a little mad and said that I was grounded until I raised my grades. A C is average! Why am I grounded? Now I won't be able to get to TK's game, dammit! I WANT to go to that game! It means a lot to me!
In other news, nothing.
Kari
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Kari sat quietly at her desk, waiting for her teacher to finish passing out the graded math tests.
"Miss Kamiya," he said, putting it down on her desk. "Nice effort."
Kari looked at the grade. A C. Well, she had done better than she had hoped.
"Pssst! Kari!" came a hiss. "What'd you get?"
"A C," she told TK. "What'd you get?"
"B+."
"Better than me."
"Miss Kamiya and Mister Takaishi, you can chit-chat after class, or here after school. Take your pick," said the teacher.
"Uh, we'll talk later, thanks."
Their teacher glared at them and went on with his lesson
Kari looked at her test and sighed. "You just tell my mom that. She's not gonna be to happy about this."
Rebecca sighed. "I know. My mom says I have to get at least a B in all my classes on my next report card, or else no ballet."
"You actually like it?"
"Yup. You should try it, you'd be good."
"No, I wouldn't. I'll pass, thank you."
"Photography more your thing?"
Kari shook her head. "I don't know."
The bell rang.
"Well, gotta go," said Rebecca. "History. See ya."
"Bye."
"Yes, mama, but-"
"No 'but's , young lady! That was a hundred-point test and you only got a 75!"
"Mama--"
"I haven't finished yet! You are to no longer go out until your grades are back up! Do you hear?"
"I'm grounded?! But I promised TK I'd be at his basketball game!"
"Well, now you won't," said her mother firmly, and she turned her back on Kari and to her cooking. "To your room, young lady."
"Ma--"
"Now."
Kari sulked into her room. She picked her pillow off her bed and threw it at the wall, hard. Then she slammed her fists into her matress until she collapsed with exahstion.
'How could she? How could she, how could she, how could she!' she thought, rage building up in her once more. She hated her mother for this. She punched the matress again.
She got out her homework, but could not bring herself to do it. She was still too angry. She slammed the book shut and went to her window. She touched her fingers to the glass as she watched the sun set.
' How am I going to tell TK?'
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June 5
Dear Diary,
I tried to tell TK that I wouldn't be able to attend his basketball game, but I couldn't. He still thinks that I'm going. What will he think when I don't show up? He'll hate me forever!
Kari
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"TK," Kari said. It was lunch and she was trying to tell him about her predicament.
Her turned and smiled at her. "Hey, Kari. What's up?"
"Oh, n-nothing," she said. How could she tell a face as happy as that about her trouble.
"You still comming to my game? We're gonna beat the Tigers!"
"Yeah, I'll be there." She plasterd on a fake smile. Why her?
"Great. See ya."
"See ya."
She went to the bathroom and cried for a few minutes. Then she staightend up, thinking 'There's got to be a way!' But nothing came to her and she went to her next class with a heavy heart.
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June 7
Dear Diary,
I used to hate Thursdays, but this one I love! I found out a way to get to TK's game! I'll sneak out! Why didn't I think of it before? This is wonderful! I'll lock my door, climb out onto the balcony, then use the emergency ladder my dad put out there in case of a fire. If I put it to one side of the balcony, it won't be noticible. I only have to climb down three stories, and the ladder is long. Oh, I can't wait until tomorrow!
Kari
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"...And so, the only way a slave could get freedom from their owners was to run away..." said the history teacher, monotonly, talking about slavery in Amercia.
Kari thought, 'Like me. Not free to do things, imprisoned.' Then it hit her. 'They ran away! They snuk away from the plantations! If they could do it, I sure can!'
She was so happy that a small cry of delight issued from her lips.
"Miss Kamiya, is there something you would like to share with the class?" snapped the teacher, who the kids called Medusa behind her back because she was mean and not what you would call the prettiest person in the world.
"Oh, uh, I wasjust so happy to hear that the slaves managed to get to freedom through people like Harriet Tubman," said Kari.
Meduas glared at her and continued. Kari sighed inwardly. She and teachers just haven't been getting along this week!
At home in her room, Kari began to draw an escape route. She would lock her door, climb onto the balcomey and use the escape ladder to get down. If she attatched the escape ladder to the side of the balconey, no one would see it unless they went outside, which they probably wouldn't because the people who lived below them were out on vacation and the people below them were old and disliked going outside at night, even though it was warmer.
There was a knock on her door. Kari quickly hid the paper under her textbook and went to unlock the door. Her brother Tai stood in the doorway.
"Yes," said Kari.
"Dinner's ready. You can come out now, hermit."
"Stuff it, Tai. Tell Ma I'll be there in a second."
Tai left and Kari quickly folded her plan and hid it in between the pages of her diary.
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June 8
Dear Diary,
I got out of the house OK, no one saw me. TK did great. His team beat the Tigers. He came over and talked to me after the game, saying how glad he was that I had come. I had to cut the conversation short because it was 8:30 and I had to get back home. Here's where the trouble starts: I got into my room and noticed the door was open. I took off my jacket, which I had ripped, and walked into the family room. Ma and Dad were really angry with me. So now I'm grounded until my grades are raised and then some! But it was worth it!
Kari
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Kari locked the door to her room and pulled on her jacket. It was 6:00, and TK's game was in thirty minutes. She slipped out onto the balconey and hooked the ladder to the concrete floor. She would now have to climb over the rail to get to the ladder. She swallowed and climbed over, trying hard not to look down, for it was a long,long way to fall.
Once she had climbed down the ladder, she ran to the sidewalk where the crowd would shelter her. She ran to her school.
She was ten minutes early and was able to get a good seat. Now all she had to do was watch out for any of Tai's friends.
The game started, and Kari gave one final look around and proceeded to watch the game. She saw TK scan the bleachers for her, and when he saw her, he smiled. She waved.
After TK's team beat the Tigers, she rushed down onto the court to see him.
"TK!"
"Kari!" He ran up to her. "I knew you would come!"
"I told you I would, didn't I?"
He laughed. "You did."
"You were great!"
"Thanks. I'm beat, though. Those guys were good."
"But you were better."
"Yeah. But keeping it up two hours is hard."
"It's eight-thirty?!"
"Yeah."
"Uh, TK, I gotta go. Bye."
She left before he could say another word.
She managed to get up alright, except for when she swung herself over the rail, when he jacket caught and ripped.
"Shit," she mutterd, examing it. She put away the emergency ladder and went into her room. She put her jacket on her chair, intending to get her sewing materials, when she noticed that her door was open and yellow light was spilling in.
'Oh no. I'm in deep shit now. Very deep shit.' She took a deep breath and enterd the family room.
Her parents were both sitting on the couch, reading, which was the second thing to worry her. Her parents rarely read on a Friday night.
"Ma? Dad?"
Her parents did not move, but her dad said. "Look, Honey, your daughter is back."
"I know, George. Seems she's looking for a career as an escape artist."
"Ma, let me explain--"
"No, let me explain. I told you that you were to stay in that room until your grades were raised. But you went out anyway and disobeyed me. Therefore, I have the right to lengthen your sentance."
"Dad--"
"Kari, your mother told you to stay in your rom. You didn't stay in your room."
"But--"
"Listen here, young lady! You are to obey your parents! You are to stay in your room until your grades are raised and then a month after, do you hear? And if you don't get satisfactory grades on your final report card, you can stay in that room until the end of July!"
"But Ma, I--"
"Go to your room, Kari!"
Kari went to her room, thinking 'They can't control me! I won't let them! I won't! Besides, it was worth it.'
She stared out the window. 'I wouldn't have had to if they would have just listend to me in the first place! All this over a measly C in math! God, this is dumb!'
She went to bed.
