[KC: Hey people! I'm crazy about Ryukis so I'm going to attempt my own.
Alexia: Yay! A new chance to criticize! Yay, it's all you've ever wanted!
KC: Right . . .
Andy: Remember to RE&R (Read, Enjoy & Review) or at least R&E (Read & Enjoy) or at least R (What do you think?).
Gala: KC doesn't own Digimon.
Hawk: Or our parents.
Nora: Yeah, Digimon belongs to Akira Toriama or whatever.
Marina: And our parents belong to another author on FanFiction.Net.
Dactyl: But we're not telling who. :p
Lex: However, KC owns us (Alexia, Andy, Gala, Hawk, Nora, Marina, Dactyl, & Lex), our grandparents (if you ever find out who they are) and her OC's (Tasha Bellswick, Zena Hira, Karen Mariina, Jeni Li and a few not mentioned in this chapter).
KC: Thank you ladies.]
KEY:
[Author Notes] // Thoughts // "Words"
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Chapter One
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A girl walked through the crowded hallway on the hunt for something. She had waist long burgundy hair that was kept out of her face by a green headband. Her gold-yellow eyes, nervously watched the much older students pass her. She wore a green, button down, long-sleeved shirt, with a khaki knee-length skirt, and brown ankle-boots. Her name was Jeri Katou.
Jeri walked down the hall searching for her locker. [Jeri's thoughts] //Let's see . . .124 . . .126 . . .128 . . . there it is 130! // She slid her key into the lock and cautiously opened the door. No matter how careful she was . . . all her books came tumbling out and slid onto the floor. //Shit! // [OMG did Jeri just swear?!] She knelt down and started picking up her books. Just then a group of girls walked up to her and carelessly kicked her books, scattering them around the hall.
"Hey!" Jeri yelled, "That's not very nice." The girls just laughed and kept walking. "You should help me pick this up." She called after them, but it was too late. They had already turned the corner, not even giving her a second glance.
"Don't waste your breath. They wouldn't know how to be nice if their lives depended on it." Came a friendly voice from behind her. She turned quickly and saw a girl about her age. She was a little bit taller then Jeri. She had a fair complexion with orange, chin-length, hair and merry, bright- green, eyes. She was wearing a khaki, cut-at-the-calves, skirt, with brown slides and a dark-green, no-sleeve, turtleneck. In her hand were the books that those girls had kicked across the hall.
"Thanks," Jeri said as she took her books and put them in her backpack, "umm.I'm new here, so thanks for letting me know who to steer clear of. I'm Jeri. Jeri Katou." She held out her hand and smiled brightly.
"Tasha Bellswick. Nice ta meetcha." replied the girl as she shook Jeri's outstretched hand, "Believe it or not, I'm new too. I just know from experience not to mess with club PRISS."
"Club PRISS? What's that?"
"It's a club for prissy cheerleaders. The sign-up sheet is: if your invited to one of their leader's slumber parties and you except it."
"But, why club PRISS? Why not 'Club you wanna be mean to the newbies? Come and Join!'?"
"P.R.I.S.S. stands for: (Pathetic attempts to be) (Ryo Akiyama's,) (Ignorant at being) (Secret,) (Stalkers). At least, that's what I call it. It's for the girls who don't make it loving Ryo from backstage. Noooo, they have to jump onstage and ruin the show."
" You know Ryo?"
"Yeah we went to school together. Still do." Tasha watched someone behind Jeri before saying: "Speak o' the devil" [Hmm . . . Tasha just called Ryo the devil . . .]
"Hello ladies." Greeted another friendly voice from behind Jeri. Once again, Jeri turned and was met by a person taller then her. Only this time it was a guy. He had slightly tousled, dirt-brown hair with a pair of playful, sky-blue, eyes. He wore a pair of baggy, khaki pants with dark- brown shoes, and a red turtleneck. The light colors gave a bit of an accent to his slight tan.
" Ryo? You go to this school?" asked Jeri.
"Yeah. It is the public high school, right? Or am I in the wrong place?" Ryo replied.
"Nope, you're in the right place." Came yet another friendly voice from behind Jeri. Jeri turned and was met by another boy. He wasn't much taller then Jeri. He had mahogany-brown hair, which seemed to stick up in several directions. His face was lit with a bright smile and gleeful burgundy-red eyes. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans with light-blue sneakers and a blue T-shirt that had a yellow logo on it. After some time Jeri realized that the logo looked like the digimon off the 'Blue Card'. Jeri smiled.
"Hey Jeri." Greeted Takato, sliding his arm around her shoulders, making Jeri blush. "How have you been?"
"Ok, I guess. You?"
"Well, could be better. Who's your friend?" he asked indicating Tasha.
"Tasha Bellswick" Tasha said holding out her hand.
" Takato Matsuki" replied Takato shaking her hand. "Hey, has anyone seen Kazu and Kenta I have first period with them and they weren't here yesterday."
As if on cue, 2 boys came walking down the hall. Kazu and Kenta.
The first had light-brown hair that appeared to flare up in a bit of a flame, with eyes that were cadet-blue. He wore blue cargo pants, with black sneakers and a black long-sleeved shirt. He also had on a long gold chain with a cross.
The other had dark-green/blue hair with onyx colored eyes. His complexion was quite pale. He wore a pair of khaki pants with brown shoes, and an orange long-sleeved shirt. He also wore large circular glasses.
The 2 boys were arguing about . . . something.
"I don't care if you won that last game. I'm still better then you!" shouted Kazu.
"Nuh-uh! This is the 58th time I've won! You've only beaten me 57 times! Face it, I'm the new champ!" retaliated Kenta.
"Excuse me?" Ryo butted in. "I thought in your eyes I'd always be the champ."
"Yeah, you're right. You'll always be champ." Replied Kazu adoringly.
"Unless Rika beats you, Ryo." Kenta replied, looking somewhat nervous.
"And someday, I will." This voice wasn't as friendly as the others; however, it still came from behind Jeri. She turned, and this time, was met by a girl. She was a tad bit taller then Jeri. Her complexion was fair. She had auburn colored hair that fell passed her shoulders but was pulled back into a ponytail (so you can't tell it's past her shoulders). Her face adorned a pair of lavender eyes and a challenging smirk. She wore blue jeans with brown ankle-boots. Her shirt was a dark red peasant-top. She folded her arms across her chest. Something red was tucked in her hand, as though she were trying to hide it. [3 guesses what that was] Ryo grinned.
"Hello, pumpkin! Still have it, I see." Ryo said, still grinning at her. Rika turned away from him, with a slight blush, and then noticed Tasha.
"No way! Tasha Bellswick!?!" cried Rika, "I haven't seen you in, like, forever. How ya been?"
"Rika," Tasha said, seemingly disappointed, "Rika, Rika, Rika. If you had ever answered the phone over the summer you would know the answer to that."
"My phone?" Rika said curiously, "Oh! I never gave you my new number, did I?"
"New number? What's wrong with the one you had?"
"My mom changed it after somebody started calling every day. We didn't know who they were . . . at least I don't. They were like, . . . stalking me or something." [Hmmm . . .]
"That's freaky," said Kazu. "But, then again, so are you, so it kinda fits."
"You are so on your way to a fat lip." Rika threatened, holding up her fist.
"Whoa! Hold on there, Rika." Tasha intervened, "Remember, you have a heart condition. It's like Jeni says, no threats; just beat 'em up if they get too annoying."
" Yeah, well. Jeni hasn't given me any new prescriptions. She doesn't know."
"Oh, has the icy-coating finally melted?"
Rika simply smirked. "You could say that. But I can still beat up Kazu."
"Speaking of which," Jeri spoke up, "You guys don't know each other yet."
Kazu and Kenta looked at each other and then at Tasha. And then . . .
"Hey! I've seen you before! You came in 3rd at last year's digimon tournament!" They said at the . . . same . . . exact . . . time. Scary.
"Yep, the Princess of the game, Tasha Bellswick, has decided to grace you with her presence." Came a voice from behind Jeri. Again. They all turned and saw a girl a tad bit taller then Rika. Which would mean, she was 2 tad bits taller then Jeri. Anyway. She had shoulder-length, dirty-blonde hair (meaning she has blonde hair with highlights of various shades of brown) and dark green eyes. She wore a pair of black knee-length high heels (which would explain her height) and a green-denim mini skirt. Her shirt was black with ¾ length sleeves and had the crest of reliability stitched into the bottom right with gold thread. She smirked. "Geez, why's everyone starin' at me? Do I have a bug on my face?"
"You are a bug, Zena," came the voice of a girl leaning against the lockers behind her. This girl was a tad bit shorter then Jeri. That's a first. So she's 2 tad bits shorter then Rika and 3 tad bits shorter then the other girl. My brain hurts. Moving on. She had chin length dark blue hair with highlights of a dark bluish-green. Her eyes were aquamarine and she wore small oval shaped glasses. She wore khaki pants with brown shoes and a light pink shirt with lavender sleeves. "You just have to grab attention, don't you? Just because we know Tasha . . . "
" Hey!" The girl, so cleverly revealed to be Zena, said, "Tasha's cool, okay? Just because she beat you in the tournament does not mean you can dis Tasha."
The other girl held up her arms in defense. "I wasn't dissin' her. I was dissin' you. And besides, everyone beat me in the tournament. I didn't even make it past the preliminaries!"
"Ladies, calm down," came Tasha's voice, "People are watching you."
"Right," Zena said looking around the hallway at the people who were watching the large group that they all had formed, "We'll settle this after school. I brought my deck."
"You know I'd beat you. I'm on a winning streak that will forever beat yours." said the other girl.
"58 to 57 is NOT a winning streak. It's a . . . one over. Yeah, a one over." said Zena. [Hmm . . .]
"Whatever," the other girl turned to the group, "Tasha, who are your new friends?"
"I'm Jeri Katou." said Jeri smiling brightly.
"Takato Matsuki." Takato gave a slight bow.
"You know me, Ryo Akiyama." he gave a nod before putting his arms up defensively. "Don't kiss me!"
"Rika Nonaka." Rika also gave a nod.
"Kazu Shioda at your service." said Kazu bowing with a dreamy look in his eye. [Uh-oh]
"My name's Kenta Kitagwa." said Kenta a bit shyly; he had a similar dreamy look in his eye. [Double uh-oh]
"Well," said Zena, "I'm Zena Hira. And this is Karen Mariina."
"Hi." Karen gave a shy wave.
"Hey Tasha," asked Rika, "where's Jeni?"
~*~*~*~*~*~
In some distant hallway there is a boy who has been on a similar hunt as Jeri's. He has dark-navy blue hair with steel-gray eyes. He wore a black long-sleeved shirt with an orange vest and black pants and shoes. That's right! He is Henry Wong.
Now, Henry's on a bit of a different quest. [Henry's thoughts] //Where are they? // Caught up in his wonderful dilemma, Henry doesn't seem to notice that he has ended up in a Senior-controlled hallway. You can tell by the various signs stating: "Seniors Only" and "Freshman Beware". Ooh boy.
"Hey kid!" called some ruff voice from behind him. Henry turned and was met by a very large guy with thick shoulders, muscles, hair, and, undoubtedly, a thick head. A jock.
//Fuck// [He can swear too!]
"You shouldn't be down this hallway." The jock said, giving Henry a bit of a push. "You're just one of them twerpy Freshman. But that's okay, just give me your money 'n' you'll be home free."
"I don't have any money." Replied Henry very calmly.
The jock grabbed Henry's collar and slammed him against the lockers. "Listen kid," said the jock, "I need lunch. So I need money."
"Should've thought of that before you left home."
The jock sorta growled and shoved Henry out of the way. He pushed him making Henry drop his books. Henry just started to pick his books back up.
And then the idiot kicked him. //You've gone too far// Henry got up, so fast you couldn't see him, and punched the jerk right in the face, sending him flying to the other end of the hall. Henry watched as a few different groups of Seniors, either went to their fallen member, or gave Henry looks of all kinds. A few of them did both.
"Run." Came a familiar voice from behind Henry. He turned and was met by a girl his age but a little taller. She had black hair that fell just past her shoulders with blue highlights, and navy colored eyes. She wore a pale orange, no-sleeve, turtleneck, with black pants, and a pair of black, high- heeled sandals (which explains the height difference). The girl held Henry's fallen books.
"Run?" she pointed behind him at a group of jocks who were helping the other jock back to his feet. Henry's eyes widened a bit. "Ooh, run."
Henry grabbed his books from the girl and dashed down the hallway. And then he realized he had recognized that girl. Yes, she was in his martial arts class. But what was her name?
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Jeni Li smiled to herself. [Jeni's thoughts] //Impressive, Henry Wong. Very. I would've lost my cool as soon as that jerk touched me, but you . . . I'm gonna have to spar you sometime. // [No she's not a bad guy; she's not even a guy]
Jeni tossed her bag over her shoulders and followed Henry out of the Senior's territory. She shouldn't have been there either but she had a hunch someone was bound to end up where they didn't belong. And she was right.
Just as she had left the hall, the bell rang.
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[KC: How was that? Come on people I need feedback. Please review, even flame if you want!
Andy: Just to explain something: This was the 2nd day of school. The 1st was a ½ day used to just hand out schedules and books. Most of the gang missed the 1st day. Okay?
Gala: Please exuse the fact that this entire story seems to be written in conversation. Sorry.
Nora: PRESS THE BUTTON! REVIEW! PRESS IT! PRESS IT! PRESS IT!]
Alexia: Yay! A new chance to criticize! Yay, it's all you've ever wanted!
KC: Right . . .
Andy: Remember to RE&R (Read, Enjoy & Review) or at least R&E (Read & Enjoy) or at least R (What do you think?).
Gala: KC doesn't own Digimon.
Hawk: Or our parents.
Nora: Yeah, Digimon belongs to Akira Toriama or whatever.
Marina: And our parents belong to another author on FanFiction.Net.
Dactyl: But we're not telling who. :p
Lex: However, KC owns us (Alexia, Andy, Gala, Hawk, Nora, Marina, Dactyl, & Lex), our grandparents (if you ever find out who they are) and her OC's (Tasha Bellswick, Zena Hira, Karen Mariina, Jeni Li and a few not mentioned in this chapter).
KC: Thank you ladies.]
KEY:
[Author Notes] // Thoughts // "Words"
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Chapter One
~*~*~*~*~*~
A girl walked through the crowded hallway on the hunt for something. She had waist long burgundy hair that was kept out of her face by a green headband. Her gold-yellow eyes, nervously watched the much older students pass her. She wore a green, button down, long-sleeved shirt, with a khaki knee-length skirt, and brown ankle-boots. Her name was Jeri Katou.
Jeri walked down the hall searching for her locker. [Jeri's thoughts] //Let's see . . .124 . . .126 . . .128 . . . there it is 130! // She slid her key into the lock and cautiously opened the door. No matter how careful she was . . . all her books came tumbling out and slid onto the floor. //Shit! // [OMG did Jeri just swear?!] She knelt down and started picking up her books. Just then a group of girls walked up to her and carelessly kicked her books, scattering them around the hall.
"Hey!" Jeri yelled, "That's not very nice." The girls just laughed and kept walking. "You should help me pick this up." She called after them, but it was too late. They had already turned the corner, not even giving her a second glance.
"Don't waste your breath. They wouldn't know how to be nice if their lives depended on it." Came a friendly voice from behind her. She turned quickly and saw a girl about her age. She was a little bit taller then Jeri. She had a fair complexion with orange, chin-length, hair and merry, bright- green, eyes. She was wearing a khaki, cut-at-the-calves, skirt, with brown slides and a dark-green, no-sleeve, turtleneck. In her hand were the books that those girls had kicked across the hall.
"Thanks," Jeri said as she took her books and put them in her backpack, "umm.I'm new here, so thanks for letting me know who to steer clear of. I'm Jeri. Jeri Katou." She held out her hand and smiled brightly.
"Tasha Bellswick. Nice ta meetcha." replied the girl as she shook Jeri's outstretched hand, "Believe it or not, I'm new too. I just know from experience not to mess with club PRISS."
"Club PRISS? What's that?"
"It's a club for prissy cheerleaders. The sign-up sheet is: if your invited to one of their leader's slumber parties and you except it."
"But, why club PRISS? Why not 'Club you wanna be mean to the newbies? Come and Join!'?"
"P.R.I.S.S. stands for: (Pathetic attempts to be) (Ryo Akiyama's,) (Ignorant at being) (Secret,) (Stalkers). At least, that's what I call it. It's for the girls who don't make it loving Ryo from backstage. Noooo, they have to jump onstage and ruin the show."
" You know Ryo?"
"Yeah we went to school together. Still do." Tasha watched someone behind Jeri before saying: "Speak o' the devil" [Hmm . . . Tasha just called Ryo the devil . . .]
"Hello ladies." Greeted another friendly voice from behind Jeri. Once again, Jeri turned and was met by a person taller then her. Only this time it was a guy. He had slightly tousled, dirt-brown hair with a pair of playful, sky-blue, eyes. He wore a pair of baggy, khaki pants with dark- brown shoes, and a red turtleneck. The light colors gave a bit of an accent to his slight tan.
" Ryo? You go to this school?" asked Jeri.
"Yeah. It is the public high school, right? Or am I in the wrong place?" Ryo replied.
"Nope, you're in the right place." Came yet another friendly voice from behind Jeri. Jeri turned and was met by another boy. He wasn't much taller then Jeri. He had mahogany-brown hair, which seemed to stick up in several directions. His face was lit with a bright smile and gleeful burgundy-red eyes. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans with light-blue sneakers and a blue T-shirt that had a yellow logo on it. After some time Jeri realized that the logo looked like the digimon off the 'Blue Card'. Jeri smiled.
"Hey Jeri." Greeted Takato, sliding his arm around her shoulders, making Jeri blush. "How have you been?"
"Ok, I guess. You?"
"Well, could be better. Who's your friend?" he asked indicating Tasha.
"Tasha Bellswick" Tasha said holding out her hand.
" Takato Matsuki" replied Takato shaking her hand. "Hey, has anyone seen Kazu and Kenta I have first period with them and they weren't here yesterday."
As if on cue, 2 boys came walking down the hall. Kazu and Kenta.
The first had light-brown hair that appeared to flare up in a bit of a flame, with eyes that were cadet-blue. He wore blue cargo pants, with black sneakers and a black long-sleeved shirt. He also had on a long gold chain with a cross.
The other had dark-green/blue hair with onyx colored eyes. His complexion was quite pale. He wore a pair of khaki pants with brown shoes, and an orange long-sleeved shirt. He also wore large circular glasses.
The 2 boys were arguing about . . . something.
"I don't care if you won that last game. I'm still better then you!" shouted Kazu.
"Nuh-uh! This is the 58th time I've won! You've only beaten me 57 times! Face it, I'm the new champ!" retaliated Kenta.
"Excuse me?" Ryo butted in. "I thought in your eyes I'd always be the champ."
"Yeah, you're right. You'll always be champ." Replied Kazu adoringly.
"Unless Rika beats you, Ryo." Kenta replied, looking somewhat nervous.
"And someday, I will." This voice wasn't as friendly as the others; however, it still came from behind Jeri. She turned, and this time, was met by a girl. She was a tad bit taller then Jeri. Her complexion was fair. She had auburn colored hair that fell passed her shoulders but was pulled back into a ponytail (so you can't tell it's past her shoulders). Her face adorned a pair of lavender eyes and a challenging smirk. She wore blue jeans with brown ankle-boots. Her shirt was a dark red peasant-top. She folded her arms across her chest. Something red was tucked in her hand, as though she were trying to hide it. [3 guesses what that was] Ryo grinned.
"Hello, pumpkin! Still have it, I see." Ryo said, still grinning at her. Rika turned away from him, with a slight blush, and then noticed Tasha.
"No way! Tasha Bellswick!?!" cried Rika, "I haven't seen you in, like, forever. How ya been?"
"Rika," Tasha said, seemingly disappointed, "Rika, Rika, Rika. If you had ever answered the phone over the summer you would know the answer to that."
"My phone?" Rika said curiously, "Oh! I never gave you my new number, did I?"
"New number? What's wrong with the one you had?"
"My mom changed it after somebody started calling every day. We didn't know who they were . . . at least I don't. They were like, . . . stalking me or something." [Hmmm . . .]
"That's freaky," said Kazu. "But, then again, so are you, so it kinda fits."
"You are so on your way to a fat lip." Rika threatened, holding up her fist.
"Whoa! Hold on there, Rika." Tasha intervened, "Remember, you have a heart condition. It's like Jeni says, no threats; just beat 'em up if they get too annoying."
" Yeah, well. Jeni hasn't given me any new prescriptions. She doesn't know."
"Oh, has the icy-coating finally melted?"
Rika simply smirked. "You could say that. But I can still beat up Kazu."
"Speaking of which," Jeri spoke up, "You guys don't know each other yet."
Kazu and Kenta looked at each other and then at Tasha. And then . . .
"Hey! I've seen you before! You came in 3rd at last year's digimon tournament!" They said at the . . . same . . . exact . . . time. Scary.
"Yep, the Princess of the game, Tasha Bellswick, has decided to grace you with her presence." Came a voice from behind Jeri. Again. They all turned and saw a girl a tad bit taller then Rika. Which would mean, she was 2 tad bits taller then Jeri. Anyway. She had shoulder-length, dirty-blonde hair (meaning she has blonde hair with highlights of various shades of brown) and dark green eyes. She wore a pair of black knee-length high heels (which would explain her height) and a green-denim mini skirt. Her shirt was black with ¾ length sleeves and had the crest of reliability stitched into the bottom right with gold thread. She smirked. "Geez, why's everyone starin' at me? Do I have a bug on my face?"
"You are a bug, Zena," came the voice of a girl leaning against the lockers behind her. This girl was a tad bit shorter then Jeri. That's a first. So she's 2 tad bits shorter then Rika and 3 tad bits shorter then the other girl. My brain hurts. Moving on. She had chin length dark blue hair with highlights of a dark bluish-green. Her eyes were aquamarine and she wore small oval shaped glasses. She wore khaki pants with brown shoes and a light pink shirt with lavender sleeves. "You just have to grab attention, don't you? Just because we know Tasha . . . "
" Hey!" The girl, so cleverly revealed to be Zena, said, "Tasha's cool, okay? Just because she beat you in the tournament does not mean you can dis Tasha."
The other girl held up her arms in defense. "I wasn't dissin' her. I was dissin' you. And besides, everyone beat me in the tournament. I didn't even make it past the preliminaries!"
"Ladies, calm down," came Tasha's voice, "People are watching you."
"Right," Zena said looking around the hallway at the people who were watching the large group that they all had formed, "We'll settle this after school. I brought my deck."
"You know I'd beat you. I'm on a winning streak that will forever beat yours." said the other girl.
"58 to 57 is NOT a winning streak. It's a . . . one over. Yeah, a one over." said Zena. [Hmm . . .]
"Whatever," the other girl turned to the group, "Tasha, who are your new friends?"
"I'm Jeri Katou." said Jeri smiling brightly.
"Takato Matsuki." Takato gave a slight bow.
"You know me, Ryo Akiyama." he gave a nod before putting his arms up defensively. "Don't kiss me!"
"Rika Nonaka." Rika also gave a nod.
"Kazu Shioda at your service." said Kazu bowing with a dreamy look in his eye. [Uh-oh]
"My name's Kenta Kitagwa." said Kenta a bit shyly; he had a similar dreamy look in his eye. [Double uh-oh]
"Well," said Zena, "I'm Zena Hira. And this is Karen Mariina."
"Hi." Karen gave a shy wave.
"Hey Tasha," asked Rika, "where's Jeni?"
~*~*~*~*~*~
In some distant hallway there is a boy who has been on a similar hunt as Jeri's. He has dark-navy blue hair with steel-gray eyes. He wore a black long-sleeved shirt with an orange vest and black pants and shoes. That's right! He is Henry Wong.
Now, Henry's on a bit of a different quest. [Henry's thoughts] //Where are they? // Caught up in his wonderful dilemma, Henry doesn't seem to notice that he has ended up in a Senior-controlled hallway. You can tell by the various signs stating: "Seniors Only" and "Freshman Beware". Ooh boy.
"Hey kid!" called some ruff voice from behind him. Henry turned and was met by a very large guy with thick shoulders, muscles, hair, and, undoubtedly, a thick head. A jock.
//Fuck// [He can swear too!]
"You shouldn't be down this hallway." The jock said, giving Henry a bit of a push. "You're just one of them twerpy Freshman. But that's okay, just give me your money 'n' you'll be home free."
"I don't have any money." Replied Henry very calmly.
The jock grabbed Henry's collar and slammed him against the lockers. "Listen kid," said the jock, "I need lunch. So I need money."
"Should've thought of that before you left home."
The jock sorta growled and shoved Henry out of the way. He pushed him making Henry drop his books. Henry just started to pick his books back up.
And then the idiot kicked him. //You've gone too far// Henry got up, so fast you couldn't see him, and punched the jerk right in the face, sending him flying to the other end of the hall. Henry watched as a few different groups of Seniors, either went to their fallen member, or gave Henry looks of all kinds. A few of them did both.
"Run." Came a familiar voice from behind Henry. He turned and was met by a girl his age but a little taller. She had black hair that fell just past her shoulders with blue highlights, and navy colored eyes. She wore a pale orange, no-sleeve, turtleneck, with black pants, and a pair of black, high- heeled sandals (which explains the height difference). The girl held Henry's fallen books.
"Run?" she pointed behind him at a group of jocks who were helping the other jock back to his feet. Henry's eyes widened a bit. "Ooh, run."
Henry grabbed his books from the girl and dashed down the hallway. And then he realized he had recognized that girl. Yes, she was in his martial arts class. But what was her name?
~*~*~*~*~*~
Jeni Li smiled to herself. [Jeni's thoughts] //Impressive, Henry Wong. Very. I would've lost my cool as soon as that jerk touched me, but you . . . I'm gonna have to spar you sometime. // [No she's not a bad guy; she's not even a guy]
Jeni tossed her bag over her shoulders and followed Henry out of the Senior's territory. She shouldn't have been there either but she had a hunch someone was bound to end up where they didn't belong. And she was right.
Just as she had left the hall, the bell rang.
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[KC: How was that? Come on people I need feedback. Please review, even flame if you want!
Andy: Just to explain something: This was the 2nd day of school. The 1st was a ½ day used to just hand out schedules and books. Most of the gang missed the 1st day. Okay?
Gala: Please exuse the fact that this entire story seems to be written in conversation. Sorry.
Nora: PRESS THE BUTTON! REVIEW! PRESS IT! PRESS IT! PRESS IT!]