Chapter 2- Welcome to T.O.

Authors Note: Same bullshit I dont own anything on here, I like to make fun of Davis. I want more reviews, NO ONE FINISH THIS STORY!

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Everyone went on the bus. Yolei and Ken went on another bus. Kari and TK were glad they went on a bus together. Usually TK drove Kari to school with his car but his Mother's car broke down so she had to use his. Sadly, Davis was on the same bus. And sadly Davis sat infront of them.

Kari and TK were in a deep conversation about their fieldtrip, Davis turned around listening to their conversation. "I bet your going to lose your form Davis" laughed TK, Kari giggled. "Betcha not, SUCKER" laughed Davis sticking out his ugly tounge to TK and Kari pointing to his permission slip in his hand. He stuck his arm out of the window of the bus usual, once a bee flew and stung him there and onetime a bird took a big shit on his hand. This time the slip flew out of hand. "Haha, what were you saying Davis, you sucker" giggled Kari, Davis hid his face in embarresment, Kari and TK seemed not to care as they continued onto talking.

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Kari walked into her family's appartment. It wasa a Thursdsay night. "Kari got any notes for me?" asked Mrs. Kamiya in the kitchen who was stirring up a funky stew in a pot. "Yes" said Kari handing her Mother the note, as she read it, not paying attention to the stew that she was burning. "CANADA! What a could expierence, it'll be great" chirped Mrs. Kamiya signing her signature at the bottom giving it to Kari as she packed in her gym bag. They would be leaving Japan next Thursday.

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The next morning everyone piled into history class, while Mr. Watso was drolling on about only god knows what everyone was talking excitedley about the field trip. Ms. Faberson walked in and Ken shivered as he saw her semi-tight face looking at everyone. Mr. Watso still was reading out of his 5050 paged history book but Ms. Faberson didn't even notice. "Permission forms!" barked Ms. Faberson. Kari immediatly gave Ms. Faberson her form so did TK, Yolei, Ken and other kids. Last was Davis, every gocked in amazement that for the first time in his life he handed in a permission form in the next day. Davis had two copies of the form.

Other classes glared at them with envy, Kari's class didn't really care.

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It was the night before leaving. They would be at the school by 5:00 in the morning. Kari had packed everything. Davis had brought a long a baseball bat to defend himself against beavers, (A/N some people get carried away with the beavers...). It was 5:00 AM everyone was there except Davis. Ms. Faberson phoned his house 28 times to wake him up he came to the school very tired. "Thanks to you we are 2 minutes and 22 seconds late!" snapped Ms. Faberson grabbing Davis's Suit cases and pushing him and his shit on the bus.

The bus driver was driving extremely slow, Ms. Faberson pushed him aside and drove very quickly. Instead of arriving late at the airport they arrived early. Everyone ran to the bathroom to throw up from Ms. Faberson's bad driving or just to take a piss, except Davis he went to the candy machines and spent most of his spending money.

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Everyone aboarded the plain, Kari and TK sat together, and sadly like usual Davis sat infront of them, stretching out his face to make them laugh with him, but they were laughing, but it was laughing AT HIM, not WITH HIM.

Finally, when Davis decided to stop make funny faces everyone went to sleep. They woke up when Ms. Faberson screamed in their ear that the plane landed, plus her semi-stretched face was about 1 centimetre away from them so immediatly they woke up started.

They were in Toronto, a bus waited for them outside of the airport, different people walked by them, even weird looking people with turbans, Davis stupidly pointed to a guy with a turban and laughed, "He just stepped out of the shower, what a fool" laughed Davis, no one was laughing with him. "He's probably getting a job as a taxi person" muttered Ken. "Listen up, There will be no fooling around, especially when I'm your supervisor! The first Prime Ministor of Canada was Sir John. A. Macdonald, He was from the Conservative Party in Canada. This is Toronto it is the capital of Ontario" said Ms. Faberson giving our minutely fact on Canada.

"We're in Canada?" muttered Davis dumbly who was tired, everyone threw garbage at him. "DONT that crap is my food" said a begger as all the garbage went on Davis's head.

Everyone aboarded the yellowish bus and drove, and drove, a drove. "When are we going to Much Music?" asked TK to Ms. Faberson. "Much Music? There is no such thing, we're seeing a play you fool" snapped Ms. Faberson to TK. TK exchanged glances at Kari stopping themselves from laughing.

They reached a theatre called the Royal Alexandria (A/N I think that's what it's called) It had a big sign on it, called "MAMA MIA".

"Songs, by ABBA" read Kari. "Who in the hell are they?" asked TK.

"Something disney I think" said Davis lieing, trying to be smart. "Abba was a famouse pop band in the 70's" snapped Ms. Faberson leading the students into the theatre. The seats were very small. Music boomed on... The story was about a girl named Sofie getting merried, she wants her Father to walk her down the aisle but she doesn't know who he is, she finds out that her Mother slept with 3 guys in a night/week, so she writes to these threee guys and invites them to their Island without telling her Mother, Her Father is either the Australian, the American, Or the Britt. It wasn't that bad but it wasn't the best performance thought the students. "I thought we were going to see Grease" whined Davis, (everyone threw garbage at him again).

Everyone aboarding the bus, to head to a hotel in Brampton which wasn't too far from Toronto. The bus moved without Ms. Faberson finishing her head check. "I better have all my students pal" muttered Ms. Faberson to the bus driver,

"Go suck my ass fatty" muttered the not so skinny himself bus driver. There was one person missing... Davis...

"I think we should leave him there" said Everyone.