A/n: Ummm, we start to see some more complications here. I'm not gonna spoil it, so just read, OK?
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon! Happy?
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June 9
Dear Diary,
TK called today. Dad got it. TK asked if I could go to the mall with him. He also mentioned the basketball game. Dad told TK that I couldn't go and hung up on him. Then he came into my room and started yelling at me. He acused me of having a "sexual relationship with that punk kid"! Can you belive that?! God, I hate him and Ma both, now!
Kari
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The phone rang. Mr. Kamiya answerd it.
"Hello, Kamiya residence."
"Uh, hi, Mr. Kamiya? It's Takeru Takaishi. I was wondering if Kari was available?"
"Why?"
"I wanted to see if she would like to go to the mall with me? She left so quickly after the basketball game."
"I'm sorry, Takeru, but Kari is unavailable at this time. Good day." He hung up.
Kari only heard what her father said, but she could tell by his tone of voice that she was in deep trouble.
Sure enough, a few seconds after he hung up, he stormed into her room.
"Yes, Dad?"
"That was your friend TK on the phone," he said, slowly. "He wanted to know if you would like to go to the mall with him."
"What did you tell him?"
"That you couldn't. He also metioned something about you leaving his basketball game quickly last night."
Kari stiffend.
"So that's where you went, to a middle-school basketball game. You disobeyed me and your mother to go see a basketball game!"
"It wasn't just a middle-school basketball game! TK was in it, and he's my friend. He asked me. I couldn't let him down."
Very suddenly, her father yelled, "Are you having a sexual relationship with that punk kid?!"
"What? No, I--"
"Don't lie to me!"
"I'm not lying! Me and TK are just friends!"
"I'll bet!"
"Don't you trust me?"
Her father turned and left, saying "No, I thought I could, but now I can't." He slammed to door shut.
'I HATE them! They aren't parents! They're suspicious slave drivers!'
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June 11
Dear Diary,
At school TK asked me what I was doing all weekend. I lied and said I had to go to some family thing. He asked me if I was doing anything on Friday. I lied again. I hate lying!
Kari
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"Kari! Kari, wait up!" called TK at school on Monday. Kari groaned and stopped.
"Hi!" he said.
"Hi."
"What were you doing this weekend?"
"Oh, some goofy family thing. Sorry I missed your calls."
"That's all right. Do you want to do anything this Friday?"
"Uh.... No, I'm doing something then, too."
"Boy, you sure are busy, Kari."
Just before she could answer, the bell rang.
"Gotta go! Bye, TK!"
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June 12
Dear Diary,
Ma went online today, an all-time rare- the check my grades out on the internet. They had gone down since the last time, one week ago, that she checked them. Ma yelled at me, but that's about all she did, besides make me pass on dinner.
Kari
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"Kari!"
Kari, who had just come home, wasn't happy about the tone that her mother used.
"Yeah, Ma?"
"I went online today and checked your grades."
"Really?"
"Yes, I did."
"What were they?"
"Worse than they were one week ago. Kari, I expect you to do better than you're doing right now, much better. The reason that yuo're grouned, beside Friday, is that your grades are down. I expect you to do better with out the distractions of friends, not worse."
"But I am trying!"
"No, you aren't. If you were trying, you would have better grades."
"I'm doing the best that you can."
"The best that you can? Kari, the best that you can is better than a C! I know it is! You used to have As. So now, pray tell, is a C your best when it used to be an A?"
Kari said nothing.
"Well?"
"I don't know."
"Then I suggest you go and try to do better than you are. Now."
Hours later, Tai knocked on Kari's closed door.
"Kari, dinner."
"I'm not hungry."
"Kari, you've got to eat."
"No, I don't. I'm not hungry and I'm not eating dinner. Now leave me alone!"
Tai gave up and left.
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June 14
Dear Diary,
There is a dance scedueld for the end of the year. TK asked me. I told him I'd go. I have six days to think and wiegh the consequences of this, but chances are that I'll go anyways. My parents can't stop me. No one can.
Kari
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"Won't it be great, the dance?" asked Rebecca as they stared at the poster.
"Yeah, I guess it would be nice to go."
"Guess?"
"I might not go."
" No date?"
"No, it's not that. It's just that I might not go."
"And miss a big event like this? Kari, you're crazy."
"Hey, Kari!"
"Isn't that TK Takaishi?"
"Yeah," said Kari, waving at TK.
"Oh my God! I mean, he is such a good basketball player! Popular, too. Isn't his team going to the finals?"
"Yeah. Late to hold a basketball competition, no?"
"Hi Kari," said TK when he reached them. "Can I talk to you for a moment?"
"Sure."
TK looked at Rebbeca.
"Oh," she said. "Don't mind me! I'll just be going now. Adios, Kari!"
"Who was that?"
"My friend, Rebecca. You wanted to say something to me?"
"Oh, yeah, right. Do you- do you- do you want to go to the dance with me?"
"The dance? With you? I'd love to!"
"You would?"
"Of course I would. I'll meet you outside the computer lab after school? The dance starts at what, 3:00 and we get out at 2:50, right?"
"Right. So I'll see then, I guess."
"Guess so. Bye."
As she left, she thought, 'What have I gotten myself into? Ma and Dad'll be furious! But who cares? I'll go to that dance, wether they like it or not!'
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June 15
Dear Diary,
The dance is in five days, now. I'm still going with TK. Oh yeah, I didn't eat dinner today, alright? I wasn't hungry. Besides, who WANTS Ma's chicken casserole? Not me. I'll pass, thanks.
Kari
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