Author's note: Sorry for the two weeks in which I didn't update! Well I was slaving for my mid-year review, and I didn't touch the computer for a fortnight, now I'm back with chapter two!!

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Matt glowered at Tai. "I was not a baby," he growled, "at least, I wasn't as bad as you."

"What did Tai do?" Kari asked with interest.

"He had a major problem--" Matt began, but Tai covered Matt's mouth immediately.

"No!" he pleaded. "Don't say it!"

The rest of the digidestined watched, amused.

Matt wrenched Tai's hand off. "Stop it, Tai!" he said fiercely. "You told them about Janie, and I want to take revenge!"

"But Janie is nothing compared to what you're going to tell," Tai said miserably. "Oh Matt, PLEASE! We're best friends, aren't we?"

Matt pushed Tai away and Joe held onto him gamely, so he wouldn't stop Matt from telling. Matt cleared his throat and turned to the kids.

"When Tai was young, he had a major problem with his hair."

"But we all know that," Izzy protested. "I mean, he still does."

Tai looked offended.

"No, not in that sense," Matt answered, "as I sat next to him in class and we were project work partners constantly, I knew all about him."

"He never told me anything, and I'm his sister," Kari said. "All I know is, he could take mum's mini pouch to school everyday. I don't know what he put inside."

"He put in a comb, a hand mirror and a bottle of gel," said Matt.

Kari's eyes lit up, as though she remembered something. "Dad used to complain about how his hair gel is always used up so quickly!"

"Exactly!" Matt announced. "Tai was so vain at that time, he was even worse than Davis. . . during recess, he would slip into the bathroom, gaze into his hand mirror, comb his hair and apply gel until his hair is nice and shiny and big."

"He was only seven!" Sora exclaimed, shocked.

"It's called being matured for my age," Tai said, trying to shake Joe off.

The rest of the kids collapsed onto one another and burst out laughing.

"Enough about Matt and Tai!" Sora said, "Time is precious, let's go find the rest of us."

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"That's the recess bell!" said Joe. "So recess's ended."

The digidestined spotted a girl wit light brown hair. She was heading to her classroom cheerily and she looked familiar.

"That's Sora!" Said Matt. "I could recognize her anywhere!"

The digidestined followed her. Suddenly, as though realising she was being followed, she turned and stared at the kids.

"Hmm!" she said fiercely, her hands on her hips. "What do you think you are doing? You're spying on me! I'm going to report you to the teacher."

"We're visitors, see?" said Ken, showing her his visitors' pass.

Young Sora stared at the pass for a while, then surveyed the kids. "I'm a monitor," she said suddenly, holding up a gleaming badge proudly.

"Wow," Davis said, not bothering to hide the sarcasm in his voice.

Young Sora did not notice. "Yeah, cool, isn't it?" she said, "I'm going to class now. I don't want to be late! These two boys in my class, Tai and Matt, they're always late! They'll never become monitors." She turned and hurried up the stairs.

"What a goody-goody two shoes," said Yolei.

"Hey!" said Sora. "I was so proud when I was a monitor, did you know that?" the kids headed up the stairs and explored the school for a while. Then they heard a howl coming from a room.

"It's the sick bay!" said Cody, reading a sign on the door of the room. The door was ajar, so the kids peeked in, wanting to see what was up.

Young Tai and Young Matt were sitting next to each other on the bed, bruised all over. They howled dismally in pain as the nurse applied medicine on their wounds.

"First graders!" she said, clucking her tongue. "Especially boys. Forever getting into fights. Now, don't howl," she applied medicine on a particularly nasty-looking bruise on Young Matt's arm.

"Owieeee!" Young Matt shrieked. "Can't you be more gentle?"

"It was your own fault that you got into this mess," said the nurse. "Your parents will be called up." She turned to Young Tai. "Yours too."

"It was his fault!" Young Tai yelled, pointing to Young Matt. "He started it!"

"He called me a cry baby!" yelled Young Matt.

"But you ARE!" snapped Young Tai.

"Hush," said the nurse impatiently. "Your parents will be coming soon and your teacher will be giving them a talk."

"A talk?" asked Young Matt. "What for?"

"You two have been getting into fights far too often," the nurse said, now tending to Young Tai's leg. "This is the third time this week I'm seeing you guys. . . call yourselves best friends?"

"Best friends fight all the time," said Young Tai, "I read about that in this story book."

The nurse rolled her eyes.

"Excuse me,"

The digidestined stood up with a start-and saw a younger Mrs. Takaishi and Mr. Ishida standing beside them. "I'm afraid you're blocking the way," Mr. Ishida said, eyeing the kids suspiciously. "Are you eavesdropping?"

"Uh, sorry!" Mimi said nervously. The kids stood aside as Mr. Ishida knocked on the door and then entered along with Mrs. Takaishi.

"They're still together," TK said softly.

"This is the time when things between them start to get rough, remember?" Matt replied. "They were fighting all the time. You probably don't remember."

They heard a Mrs. Takaishi from inside the sick bay. "I'm sorry, I promise we'll take good care of our son." The voice paused for a while, then continued, "I'm afraid it's my husband. He tells my son that fighting makes a man."

"You're being too sensitive, Nancy," said Mr. Ishida sharply. "Which man has never fought before? There's nothing wrong with boys fighting once in a while."

"Once in a while?" Mrs. Takaishi's voice rose. "The nurse says its been the third time this week! You're being a bad influence to our son."

"I'm just teaching him what's right and what's wrong." Snapped Mr. Ishida.

"Please." Said the nurse suddenly, breaking off their argument. She looked at Young Tai and Young Matt pointedly.

Mrs. Takaishi turned away. Mr. Ishida rolled his eyes, muttering, "women."

TK's face crumpled. "Let's go. I don't want to stay here and listen any longer!"