I have SURVIVED!!! So far, of course. Who knows what kind of grades I'll
get? Well, here is our part 6 of "Fame Isn't Everything—In Your Case, It's
Nothing!" Well. Let's see how the students of Odaiba will cope to the
sudden coming of the stars…
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Sora gaped at the classroom as she opened the door. It was completely empty. The girls were all outside, marching around looking for this Yamato Ishida and the guys were all probably doing the same for Mimi. Where Mimi was, Sora had no idea. Aki, Tai and the others had told her that they had met the two of them while she was off trailing the mob behind.
Sora glanced at Chloris and Shina, who shared today's homeroom with her. Chloris spoke up. "Shall we take our seats?" she gestured to all the empty chairs.
Sora grinned. "Take'em where?"
Chloris shrugged. "By the window would probably be nice."
"No, no, no." Shina shook her head. "We'd better pile them up so they can be compact enough to fit in our backpacks. My mother once scolded me for brining home the bus."
Then the three of them cracked up. It was a joke they shared with Aki. Nothing else. Out of the blue, a sudden noise came up behind them. The three girls turned around to look.
"Am I late??" someone suddenly skidded into the room, nearly crashing into the doors. "Please, teacher, I was caught up by a…" the person's voice trailed off. "Whoops. Nearly wasted a good excuse."
The boy was a little taller than Shina, who was the shortest among the three girls, and he had a head of cropped red hair. He wore the usual male's uniform of Odaiba High School. In one hand, he clutched a briefcase looking bag and in the other, he hugged possessively to his chest a yellow laptop. (A/N: You know what? There are 10 points up for grabs here!)
The boy noticed the three girls looking at him and blushed. (A/N: After all, didn't I say that guys were after Chloris, and Sora is a very pretty girl? Shina, too, is pretty, if you didn't know that. It's the cute girl with the large glasses and innocent clear eyes…but she can be very nasty if she wants to, so don't think that she's all sweet and innocent and I-don't- break-rules sort of girl. OK. Enough.)
"Eh…sorry." He seemed to recover his bearings and put his hand out in a greeting shake. "My name is Koushiro Izumi. I'm sorry to have startled you, but it appears that I thought that I was late. I am very sorry."
Sora laughed. "It's all right, Koushiro Izumi."
Koushiro looked at Shina suddenly. "Hey, aren't you the girl who trounced me in that regional competition of mathematics, physics, biology and computers knowledge?"
Shina reddened and nodded meekly. "Yes. If you mean to blame me for winning, I'm sorry, but—"
Koushiro suddenly lightened up. "Don't worry. Prodigious! There is actually someone of my IQ in this wretched High School. I believe that I will enjoy talking to you in the future. You three can call me Izzy."
Ding! Sora suddenly remembered the conversation she had with Tai during that messy detention. "You know Tai, right?" she suddenly asked. "I mean, you two are friends, right?"
Izzy nodded. "Of course. Tai. Yes, he and I go a long way back. I often beat him at computer games, especially those Digimon games. I am so fond of that series."
Shina's eyes lit up. Shina said enthusiastically, "Sora and I LOVE that show, too! Hey, Izzy, do you remember, or did you watch that lovely episode when the Digidestined…"
As Izzy and Shina started to recap every single Digimon episode created, Sora and Chloris took their seats next to each other and started to talk, too. The minutes went by. Soon, Shina and Izzy got tired of standing up and took their seats directly behind Sora and Chloris'. They continued their conversation animatedly, picking up from where they had left off (When Myotismon had attacked Japan with his army of evil Digimon.). And the clock ticked on. Several moments after Sora and Chloris took a contemplative pause, the bell rang.
In next to no time, the students of Odaiba High School filed into their classrooms, chattering disappointedly about the fact that they hadn't seen any of the expected celebrities. They were all outside, waiting for their idols. It also appeared that the teachers, too, had been part of the crowd that formed in anticipation of these living legends.
Their homeroom administrator, Mrs. Teniko, had entered the classroom and they did all the usual homeroom things, like taking a role call of attendance, reciting the Japanese national anthem, and some little announcements. Soon, the adviser started to explain to them something about a fundraiser for more absorbent sponges for the old folks' communities.
Sora didn't really want to think about sponges, so she spent her time doodling on her notebook, sketching pictures of landscapes and scenery. She was about to perfect a drawing of a starry night and a Christmas Village when suddenly, her drawing was picked up by Mrs. Teniko.
"Well, well, well, class," she suddenly shouted, waking up half of the students in the room. "It appears that we have a student who finds no interest in sponges!"
Several of the people at the back snorted at this, but stopped when the teacher gave them furious looks. "Is there anything that you students find amusing in there? If so, please share it with us."
The class was silent.
"Very well," Mrs. Teniko whispered in a deadly manner. "Now, Miss Takenouchi. We will have to discuss—"
She was abruptly cut off when the doors at the back of the room slammed open and a girl sprinted in. (A/N: Ten obvious points.)
"I'm so sorry, Ms. Teacher," the pink-haired girl said repeatedly bowing respectfully. Her voice told Sora who she was. "I had to step into the principal's office to have a few words with her."
The class was speechless.
"Oh, and my name is Mimi. Mimi Tachikawa." (A/N: Bond. James Bond. Or is it James. James Bond.)
And the class was wordless.
(A/N: It's a very articulate class, I assure you. You can see so by how much they talk here…)
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Mimi watched the class' reactions. She saw Sora sitting down with her friend Chloris to her side and Shina behind her. Sora smiled briefly at her, but her eyes were worried. Mimi took a look at the astounded teacher and saw that she was holding a piece of notebook paper that looked like it was torn from Sora's open notebook. (A/N: She's very perceptive, isn't she?)
So she decided to try and save her friend. Even though they all probably knew who she was, she announced out loud, "Oh, and my name's Mimi Tachikawa."
Noise exploded all around her and she saw that the once-silent class had all erupted from their seats and rushed to her, including the teacher herself. Mimi was a little frightened because they were all trying to talk to her at the same time that everything mangled up into one garbled sentence. Bemused, she dimly perceived the teacher shoving her way to herself.
"Class!" the stern-looking teacher called out. "Class!! I want order here!" No response. "CLASS!! GIVE ME ORDER THIS INSTANT OR I WILL PERSONALLY ASK ALL THE TEACHERS TO FAIL EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU THIS SCHOOL YEAR!!!!"
That got no response either. Mimi was starting to feel faint from all the crowding.
"CLASS!!!! I HAVE A SPINY TWELVE-FOOT CARROT DANCING UP MY NOSE!!!!!!" (A/N: Hehe. Once a banana, always a carrot.)
The class fell silent and turned to look at the frustrated teacher, who smiled and said, "Now will all of you please return to your seats? We will first hear Ms. Tachikawa's explanation why she is so late, and then you can interview her."
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Chloris watched amusedly from her seat near the side of the classroom that was unharmed by the mad dash to the famous superstar teenager. Sora and she, along with Shina and their new friend, Izzy, had remained in their seats as everyone stampeded to the back of the room. Now, as Mrs. Teniko got everything under control, Chloris picked up the paper that Sora had been doodling on and examined it.
"Hey, Sora. This is a pretty good sketch you have here," she articulated, catching her friend's attention and driving it away from the mad fans. "It looks so real! It's a good thing Ten didn't take it from you."
They called Mrs. Teniko Ten because, other than that was the prefix of her last name, there were rumors that she had been married to ten husbands.
Sora smiled brilliantly. "You really think so? It took me a long time to get the shading of snow correct. It was always too smudged."
Chloris grinned. "Snow is white, Sora. You don't really need to shade it to make it white when you're drawing on white paper."
Sora shrugged. "There are shadows."
As Ten got everyone back into their seats, Sora and Chloris both waved hi to Mimi, who wasn't looking too well. Chloris assumed that it might have been because she had been losing air when everyone mobbed around her and choked off the idea of distance respect, but that couldn't have been it. (Notice the sarcasm in this thought.)
Ten announced sharply to the class, "Will Miss Tachikawa please step up to the front of the class? We need to have an explanation on why you have chosen to cause this break of decorum."
Mimi looked apologetic. "I'm sorry, Ms—?" she looked at the teacher inquiringly.
"Mrs. Teniko."
Mimi continued. "I'm sorry for disrupting your class with my lateness, Mrs. Teniko, but I had to stop by the principal's office to have a word with her. I was detained for a while in doing so, but I have a slip from the principal that excuses me." She bowed again.
Ten looked musing. "Well, if the principal allows your lateness for today, which will be fine. But remember that this will not happen again."
Mimi nodded.
"Now, class," Ten announced. "We will now allow Miss Tachikawa to answer your questions for her. Whoever wants to ask something, however, must raise his or her hand, and I will call on you. We must not stampede the young actress or the school will face some problems…now please raise your hand."
Suddenly, nearly all the hands in the room shot up.
Chloris pitied Mimi. At the rate of things going on, it would be very long before she got to sit down.
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HAHA!!! They haven't met yet! Well, don't worry. In the next chapter, or the chapter after that, the two Digidestined who are not Digidestined at the moment will finally meet and sparks will fly!! By the way. Review! I'm not posting the next chapter 'till I see those numbers rise! (I said it again!) Go ahead! Criticize me! I'm ready for it!
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Sora gaped at the classroom as she opened the door. It was completely empty. The girls were all outside, marching around looking for this Yamato Ishida and the guys were all probably doing the same for Mimi. Where Mimi was, Sora had no idea. Aki, Tai and the others had told her that they had met the two of them while she was off trailing the mob behind.
Sora glanced at Chloris and Shina, who shared today's homeroom with her. Chloris spoke up. "Shall we take our seats?" she gestured to all the empty chairs.
Sora grinned. "Take'em where?"
Chloris shrugged. "By the window would probably be nice."
"No, no, no." Shina shook her head. "We'd better pile them up so they can be compact enough to fit in our backpacks. My mother once scolded me for brining home the bus."
Then the three of them cracked up. It was a joke they shared with Aki. Nothing else. Out of the blue, a sudden noise came up behind them. The three girls turned around to look.
"Am I late??" someone suddenly skidded into the room, nearly crashing into the doors. "Please, teacher, I was caught up by a…" the person's voice trailed off. "Whoops. Nearly wasted a good excuse."
The boy was a little taller than Shina, who was the shortest among the three girls, and he had a head of cropped red hair. He wore the usual male's uniform of Odaiba High School. In one hand, he clutched a briefcase looking bag and in the other, he hugged possessively to his chest a yellow laptop. (A/N: You know what? There are 10 points up for grabs here!)
The boy noticed the three girls looking at him and blushed. (A/N: After all, didn't I say that guys were after Chloris, and Sora is a very pretty girl? Shina, too, is pretty, if you didn't know that. It's the cute girl with the large glasses and innocent clear eyes…but she can be very nasty if she wants to, so don't think that she's all sweet and innocent and I-don't- break-rules sort of girl. OK. Enough.)
"Eh…sorry." He seemed to recover his bearings and put his hand out in a greeting shake. "My name is Koushiro Izumi. I'm sorry to have startled you, but it appears that I thought that I was late. I am very sorry."
Sora laughed. "It's all right, Koushiro Izumi."
Koushiro looked at Shina suddenly. "Hey, aren't you the girl who trounced me in that regional competition of mathematics, physics, biology and computers knowledge?"
Shina reddened and nodded meekly. "Yes. If you mean to blame me for winning, I'm sorry, but—"
Koushiro suddenly lightened up. "Don't worry. Prodigious! There is actually someone of my IQ in this wretched High School. I believe that I will enjoy talking to you in the future. You three can call me Izzy."
Ding! Sora suddenly remembered the conversation she had with Tai during that messy detention. "You know Tai, right?" she suddenly asked. "I mean, you two are friends, right?"
Izzy nodded. "Of course. Tai. Yes, he and I go a long way back. I often beat him at computer games, especially those Digimon games. I am so fond of that series."
Shina's eyes lit up. Shina said enthusiastically, "Sora and I LOVE that show, too! Hey, Izzy, do you remember, or did you watch that lovely episode when the Digidestined…"
As Izzy and Shina started to recap every single Digimon episode created, Sora and Chloris took their seats next to each other and started to talk, too. The minutes went by. Soon, Shina and Izzy got tired of standing up and took their seats directly behind Sora and Chloris'. They continued their conversation animatedly, picking up from where they had left off (When Myotismon had attacked Japan with his army of evil Digimon.). And the clock ticked on. Several moments after Sora and Chloris took a contemplative pause, the bell rang.
In next to no time, the students of Odaiba High School filed into their classrooms, chattering disappointedly about the fact that they hadn't seen any of the expected celebrities. They were all outside, waiting for their idols. It also appeared that the teachers, too, had been part of the crowd that formed in anticipation of these living legends.
Their homeroom administrator, Mrs. Teniko, had entered the classroom and they did all the usual homeroom things, like taking a role call of attendance, reciting the Japanese national anthem, and some little announcements. Soon, the adviser started to explain to them something about a fundraiser for more absorbent sponges for the old folks' communities.
Sora didn't really want to think about sponges, so she spent her time doodling on her notebook, sketching pictures of landscapes and scenery. She was about to perfect a drawing of a starry night and a Christmas Village when suddenly, her drawing was picked up by Mrs. Teniko.
"Well, well, well, class," she suddenly shouted, waking up half of the students in the room. "It appears that we have a student who finds no interest in sponges!"
Several of the people at the back snorted at this, but stopped when the teacher gave them furious looks. "Is there anything that you students find amusing in there? If so, please share it with us."
The class was silent.
"Very well," Mrs. Teniko whispered in a deadly manner. "Now, Miss Takenouchi. We will have to discuss—"
She was abruptly cut off when the doors at the back of the room slammed open and a girl sprinted in. (A/N: Ten obvious points.)
"I'm so sorry, Ms. Teacher," the pink-haired girl said repeatedly bowing respectfully. Her voice told Sora who she was. "I had to step into the principal's office to have a few words with her."
The class was speechless.
"Oh, and my name is Mimi. Mimi Tachikawa." (A/N: Bond. James Bond. Or is it James. James Bond.)
And the class was wordless.
(A/N: It's a very articulate class, I assure you. You can see so by how much they talk here…)
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Mimi watched the class' reactions. She saw Sora sitting down with her friend Chloris to her side and Shina behind her. Sora smiled briefly at her, but her eyes were worried. Mimi took a look at the astounded teacher and saw that she was holding a piece of notebook paper that looked like it was torn from Sora's open notebook. (A/N: She's very perceptive, isn't she?)
So she decided to try and save her friend. Even though they all probably knew who she was, she announced out loud, "Oh, and my name's Mimi Tachikawa."
Noise exploded all around her and she saw that the once-silent class had all erupted from their seats and rushed to her, including the teacher herself. Mimi was a little frightened because they were all trying to talk to her at the same time that everything mangled up into one garbled sentence. Bemused, she dimly perceived the teacher shoving her way to herself.
"Class!" the stern-looking teacher called out. "Class!! I want order here!" No response. "CLASS!! GIVE ME ORDER THIS INSTANT OR I WILL PERSONALLY ASK ALL THE TEACHERS TO FAIL EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU THIS SCHOOL YEAR!!!!"
That got no response either. Mimi was starting to feel faint from all the crowding.
"CLASS!!!! I HAVE A SPINY TWELVE-FOOT CARROT DANCING UP MY NOSE!!!!!!" (A/N: Hehe. Once a banana, always a carrot.)
The class fell silent and turned to look at the frustrated teacher, who smiled and said, "Now will all of you please return to your seats? We will first hear Ms. Tachikawa's explanation why she is so late, and then you can interview her."
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Chloris watched amusedly from her seat near the side of the classroom that was unharmed by the mad dash to the famous superstar teenager. Sora and she, along with Shina and their new friend, Izzy, had remained in their seats as everyone stampeded to the back of the room. Now, as Mrs. Teniko got everything under control, Chloris picked up the paper that Sora had been doodling on and examined it.
"Hey, Sora. This is a pretty good sketch you have here," she articulated, catching her friend's attention and driving it away from the mad fans. "It looks so real! It's a good thing Ten didn't take it from you."
They called Mrs. Teniko Ten because, other than that was the prefix of her last name, there were rumors that she had been married to ten husbands.
Sora smiled brilliantly. "You really think so? It took me a long time to get the shading of snow correct. It was always too smudged."
Chloris grinned. "Snow is white, Sora. You don't really need to shade it to make it white when you're drawing on white paper."
Sora shrugged. "There are shadows."
As Ten got everyone back into their seats, Sora and Chloris both waved hi to Mimi, who wasn't looking too well. Chloris assumed that it might have been because she had been losing air when everyone mobbed around her and choked off the idea of distance respect, but that couldn't have been it. (Notice the sarcasm in this thought.)
Ten announced sharply to the class, "Will Miss Tachikawa please step up to the front of the class? We need to have an explanation on why you have chosen to cause this break of decorum."
Mimi looked apologetic. "I'm sorry, Ms—?" she looked at the teacher inquiringly.
"Mrs. Teniko."
Mimi continued. "I'm sorry for disrupting your class with my lateness, Mrs. Teniko, but I had to stop by the principal's office to have a word with her. I was detained for a while in doing so, but I have a slip from the principal that excuses me." She bowed again.
Ten looked musing. "Well, if the principal allows your lateness for today, which will be fine. But remember that this will not happen again."
Mimi nodded.
"Now, class," Ten announced. "We will now allow Miss Tachikawa to answer your questions for her. Whoever wants to ask something, however, must raise his or her hand, and I will call on you. We must not stampede the young actress or the school will face some problems…now please raise your hand."
Suddenly, nearly all the hands in the room shot up.
Chloris pitied Mimi. At the rate of things going on, it would be very long before she got to sit down.
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HAHA!!! They haven't met yet! Well, don't worry. In the next chapter, or the chapter after that, the two Digidestined who are not Digidestined at the moment will finally meet and sparks will fly!! By the way. Review! I'm not posting the next chapter 'till I see those numbers rise! (I said it again!) Go ahead! Criticize me! I'm ready for it!