Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh, Visine, Jackie Chan Adventures, or Sailor Moon

A/N: Okay it is best to use your imagination during this chapter. When Mr. Chow talks think of his voice as Uncle's from Jackie Chan Adventures and when Mr. Mackle talks think of it as Bill Stein, the guy who does the Visine Clear Eyes commercials. In addition, Tatanya has a slight Russian accent and Joseph has a voice like Nephlyte from Sailor Moon. (I don't know if I spelled his name right.)

A/N: This chapter is going to be a long one everybody. The next few chapters are actually. This is so you can get a feel of the teachers and situations. You're probably thinking that I could just make this chapter into three alone, but I am telling you now that if I don't condense most of it you guys will be reading this story for a while. If you think that this is too much for a chapter just let me know in a review or something and I will shorten the chapters. Let me stop rambling and let you read the story. So enjoy.

Me: Hello, everyone I'm back with a new chapter. And thanks for the new reviews.

Yugioh cast: She's back! Yea!

Me: I wouldn't desert you guys.

Yami: What's this chapter about?

Me: Max meets more of his teachers and he eats lunch.

Yami Bakura: *scoffs* Yeah right. More like, he is traumatized from eating lunch.

Me: Hey! *thinks* Maybe you're right, nevermind.

Yami Malik: You know I haven't heard much about Max's parents. Don't make any plot holes.

Me: I'm not and Max's parents will be in this chapter along with some new arrivals.

Yami: Us?

Me: No not yet.

Yami: Darn.

Ryou: Then who?

Me: Read and see

Malik: Well come on, start the fic already.

Me: Patience, patience… *everyone gives the puppy eyes* Oh okay, here is the fic.

As Seto and the others walked into Mr. Chow's classroom, Max's nose was aware of the strong scent of coffee. Max looked around the room trying to find the source. On top of a heavy looking, wooden desk sat a mug of hot steaming coffee. Walking in the direction of the desk, the aroma got even stronger. The concoction was inside a ceramic mug that had Mr. Chow's name written on the outside of it.

"Hello Mr. chow." Deston greeted as she sat down in her assigned seat. Mr. Chow smiled and reached for his mug of coffee. The man looked like he was in his late sixties. He had gray hair with faint streaks of black running through it. He wore black pants with a gray shirt. On his feet were white orthopedic sneakers. He had dark, old eyes that twinkled when he smiled. They reminded Max of Annabelle's eyes. After taking a few gulps, Mr. Chow placed the coffee back on the desk and picked up the role. Marking Deston and the others as present, Mr. Chow turned to look at Max.

"You not in my class. Please leave." When that was said Mr. Chow turned around, picked up a piece of chalk, and began to write the lesson for that day on the board.

"But sir, I am in your class." Mr. Chow stopped writing on the board and looked at Max. Reaching once again for his mug of coffee and the role he asked,

"What your name?"

"Maximillion Pegasus."

"Maxi- what and why you talking about flying horse? I just ask your name." Max sighed and explained, making sure to say his name in each syllable so the man could understand.

"Um sir, my first name is Max…i…mill…ion and my last name is Pegasus."

"Oh, now I understand." Mr. Chow picked up the role and marked Max as being present. When he finished, he sat his mug of coffee down, along with the role, and continued writing the lesson. Max could hear the students laughing behind him. He softly cleared his throat and Mr. Chow turned around.

"What you want now?"

"Where am I supposed to sit?" Mr. Chow picked up the mug of coffee again and took some more gulps. Max was starting to think that he had too much in just the short time that he stood there talking to him. Max also noticed that Mr. Chow's hands began to shake. Mr. Chow who was unaware of what was happening addressed Max,

"Sit by Deston in front row. She a smart student. She will help you learn better." Max walked to the seat next to Deston and sat in it. Deston was giggling softly and he could hear the other students snickering. Max leaned toward Deston and whispered,

"That was difficult."

"If you thought that was difficult just wait until the coffee kicks in."

"You better correct your name before you leave." Yugi whisper from his seat beside Max on the right.

"Huh?"

"Your name."

"What about it?"

"He is going to stress every syllable just like you did when you said your name if you don't correct him on it."

"Yeah," Seto said from behind Deston "He call Malik 'Malick' the first few weeks of school until he told him about it."

"I'll make sure to do that." Max and the group ended their conversation when they heard Mr. Chow addressing the class.

"Today class will write a descriptive essay. I will give you each a subject to write about. Essay must be done before class is finished and of quality work. When you finish you will sit quietly. No noise. If you disrupt class I give you detention." When Mr. Chow finished saying this he turned around and started writing on the board. Students pulled out paper and pencils to prepare themselves for the task. Max pulled out some paper, but could not find a pencil. After searching frantically for a while, Ryou tapped Max on the shoulder and handed him a pencil.

"Thank you."

"Your welcome." Max saw the boy blush faintly and sit back in his chair. Max took the pencil and waited for further instructions. As Max waited, he saw that Mr. Chow's hand was wobbling from the coffee and caused his handwriting to run together.

"Everyone read the board and follow directions." Max looked at the board and raised his hand. He could not understand the handwriting, but everyone else must have because they were reading the board and following the directions.

"Yes, Max…i…million." Max shuddered at the name pronunciation and students could be heard laughing.

"I don't understand what you wrote."

"What you can't read?" Max's face turned red as he answered the question.

"Yes sir, I can read. I just don't understand what you wrote."

"Oh, ask Deston. She a smart girl." Max looked at Deston and she leaned over,

"It says to head your paper last name first, date, topic, and then teacher. He also wants you to write on your level. Try to have very little spelling and grammar errors. And write legibly."

"Thanks." Deston smiled and turned back to her paper. Mr. Chow had put down the chalk and picked up some papers from his desk.

"These are your subjects. You may start when you get it." Mr. Chow started on the far end of the room. Seto tapped his desk as he waited for his subject, Deston sat quietly, Ryou looked ahead blankly, Malik thumped the back of Yugi's head, and Yugi threw glares at Malik. Mr. Chow had finally given everyone their subjects and they all began to write. Max looked at his Write a descriptive essay on the things that happen before a storm, during a storm, and after a storm. 'This shouldn't be hard' Max thought as he began to write.

Ding! Dong!

Vanessa got up from the sofa to answer the door. When she opened it, she saw a woman with red hair and stunning blue eyes standing on her doorstep. The woman wore a slim fitting business suit and her hair was in a bun. With his arm surrounding her waist a man with a long black hair and tanned skin stood beside her. He wore a white linen shirt and black slacks.

"Yes?"

"Hello, we are sorry to interrupt, but my husband and I wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood. We are the Waynes. This is my husband Joseph and I am Tatanya." Joseph nodded his head and Tatanya smiled. "My staff baked you some things and gave you some items that you might need when you got here."

"That was very kind of them. I am Vanessa Pegasus and my husband's name is Michael. He is in the kitchen eating lunch."

"Well we will be on our way."

"No don't. Actually, would you like to join my husband and me for lunch? No one has come over since we have been here and you seem like nice company."

"That is fine with me, but I truly do not wish to impose."

"You are doing nothing of the sort." Vanessa moved, so they could walk into the house. They entered and waited for Vanessa to close the door.

"It has been so long since I have had company over. I would really like to meet some new people."

"Well don't meet any people in this neighborhood. All these women are stuck up. The reason why so many of them flock together is because they are trying to out do each other. These are not the type of women you want as friends which is why I can't stand them."

"You too. Yes they are quite snobbish aren't they." Vanessa led Tatanya and Joseph to the kitchen table where her husband was eating.

"Michael, these are the Waynes, Joseph and Tatanya. They will be joining us for lunch." Michael looked up from his lunch and smiled at the new faces.

"It is a pleasure to meet both of you. Please sit down." Joseph and Tatanya sat down at the table and two kitchen workers brought them food.

"So Tatanya, what do you and your husband do?"

"We run a company that makes games and systems. We also make card games and video games."

"Really. My husband and I build game systems and games too. It can be such a headache sometimes. Trying to figure out what everyone wants and what you won't get sued for."

"I understand completely. In this neighborhood, many women complain about their children playing violent games. They say something about their children being innocent. If that is true Hell has truly frozen over." Vanessa and Tatanya continued to talk about their children and the other women in the neighborhood. Soon the two women left the kitchen to talk more, leaving their husbands in the kitchen. The men had stayed quiet through lunch listening to their wives talk. They did not want to interrupt anything, so they kept quiet. When the women had left Michael mustered up enough courage to ask,

"So do you play golf?" Joseph surprised answered,

"No I have never tried it."

"Would you be interested in going with me today?"

"That would be fine I have nothing else planned for today."

"Come on were leaving through the back door. Don't want to disrupt the ladies."

"Vanessa! Joseph and I are going to go shoot some pool. We'll be back in a little while." When Michael did not hear his wife respond, he quickly walked out the door with Joseph following.

Vanessa sat on the sofa still talking to Tatanya when she heard her husband yell something about going to shoot pool. Not really paying attention, she continued to talk. A few minutes had passed and she heard the car pull out of the driveway and down the street. The message had finally clicked.

"He doesn't know how to shoot pool. Dammit, he has gone to play golf again. Damn man and his golf." Vanessa stopped cursing her husband long enough to ask Tatanya,

"Does your husband play?"

"No, but I tried it once. I don't understand it worth a damn. You try knocking a ball in a hole that is yards away. The whole game is like a walk in the park, but you have to chase a ball. And how do you get that little ass ball out of those damn puddles or lakes or whatever they are."

"I don't know and personally don't care. The game is just odd to me. I don't understand why Michael likes it so much."

"Well I'm not worried about much. Joseph is more of a mover, he'll probably get bored with it."

"I sure hope he does." Vanessa and Tatanya continued to talk, but little did they know that Joseph was being introduced to the world of golfing and he was enjoying it.

Max had finished his essay and so had the others. Yugi was playing a Game Boy Advanced with the mute button on, Ryou was reading a book, Deston had her head on her desk, Seto was sketching something on paper and Malik was reading a manga. Max closed his eyes and put his head on his desk. A few minutes later Mr. Chow walked around the class to pick up the essays. When he had finished, the class bell rang and everyone got up to leave. Ryou and the others were at the door waiting for Max. Mr. Chow had been facing the blackboard with his mug in his hand. Max walked up behind the man and said a little too loudly,

"Mr. Chow." The old man took his coffee and threw it toward Max. Max dodged the coffee and looked at the man as if he had lost his mind.

"What you want? Close your mouth something will fly in." Max looked at the man and then turned hysterical.

"You almost burned me! Are you trying to kill me!" Max could hear Deston and the others laughing by the door and he glared at them. When they picked up the look on Max's face, they stifled their laughter.

"You should not surprise old people. You trying to give me heart attack. And why you yelling? I'm not deaf." Max stood there shaking with anger, but quickly calmed himself down. 'Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out.' Through a tight smile, Max replied,

"I would like to correct you on the pronunciation of my name. I just want you to call me Max. Is that okay?"

"Yes, Max…i…million."

"No, Max."

"I just kidding. You kids no fun these days."

"I don't know who would be when they almost get burned by scalding hot coffee."

"Oh yes, thank you for offering to clean the mess up."

"But I…"

"You such a nice boy."

"But…" Mr. Chow handed Max some paper towels and Max bent down and cleaned the coffee from the floor. When he had finished, he threw the paper towels away and washed his hands in a small sink behind Mr. Chow's desk.

"Good work, Max. You have earned an A for today's assignment. Hurry or you will be late to next class."

"Huh, thank you sir." Max looked at the old man who was smiling and ran out of the classroom with the others.

Max had entered his Physics class, along with the others. They all sat down in their seats and Max went to get his seat assignment from Mr. Mackle. Max walked up to the man and gave his name. Mr. Mackle had brown hair and hazel eyes. He was slim and tall with a long nose. He wore brown pants, a cream sweater with a collared shirt underneath, and dress shoes. He looked to be in his late twenties to early thirties. When he had gotten all of Max's information he sent Max to sit next to Ryou. Max sat down and Ryou looked at him and began to blush. Ryou quickly put his hands up to cover his face. 'He really is shy.' Max thought to himself. All the other students had come to class and the bell had rung. Mr. Mackle stood up from behind his desk and walked to the front of the classroom.

"Today class I will lecture on the development of Physics through the years. You might want to take notes." Max could really see why someone would want to jump out of a window when this man spoke, he was so boring and dull. Mr. Mackle had only been speaking for five minutes when Max started to fall asleep. His eyes drooped and his head swayed forward. When the teacher walked by his desk Max would jerk himself awake long enough to seem interested. Fifteen or twenty minutes had passed and everyone in the class was practically falling asleep or already asleep. Malik sat behind Ryou, so whenever Ryou drifted off Malik would hit the back of his head with a paper ball. Ryou reached behind him and pinched Malik's arm. The boy squeaked and smacked Ryou's head. Seto was laughing quietly at the two and Yugi had once again pulled out the Game Boy Advanced. Deston's head was on her desk with her hair covering her face.

"Class wake up. You need this information. It will be on a test or quiz later on. It seems that you are not interested in this lecture. So I have something better."

"Boy Sherlock has finally gotten a clue." Seto whispered from behind Max. Max laughed quietly as Mr. Mackle searched his desk for whatever he was looking for. Yugi had put the Game Boy Advanced up, and everyone who was asleep had woken up. Mr. Mackle came back from his desk with a cassette tape in his hand.

"The tape is faster than I am, but you will still get the same information. Mr. Mackle rewound the tape and pushed the play button. The students' faces went from hope to dread as the person began to talk. The voice on the tape was Mr. Mackle's only a little faster.

"What the hell." Malik said quietly.

"I thought that this tape was supposed to be a step from torture not a step toward hell." Yugi said and began banging his head on his desk.

"Well look at the bright side…" Deston started, but quickly shut up when she saw the look that her friends were giving her.

"Ha, I guess there is no bright side."

"Deston and the little group in the corner, could you please be quiet. Students are trying to listen."

"Shows how much you know." Ryou said softly. Mr. Mackle let the tape play and the students' heads quickly connected with their desks. But also another head connected with a desk and he was not a student.

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