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[Authors Notes]
//Thoughts//
"Words"
#Mini Notes#[ex: Place, time, flashback, etc.]
~~Song Lyrics~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Beginning & Ending
~*~*~*~*~*~ Changing POVs
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Chapter Two
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#Health Room#
Takato timidly stepped into his 1st period class. He searched around for the faces he could recognize. It was very different from yesterday. Considering there were about 2 people here yesterday and somewhere around 20 people here today. [So unlike reality, where everyone skips the 1st week.] Takato stepped further into the room ignoring the conversations between his classmates. He didn't want be nosy. He went to sit at a desk when he noticed the tables had papers on them saying who sat where. Takato sighed. [Takato's thoughts]//The teacher's strict. I can feel it in my bones. At least I think that's the feeling of strictness. It could just be from all the three-week-old bread mom forced me to have when I was grounded. //
"Yo, Takato! Over here!" shouted a well-known voice.
Takato turned and saw Kazu, Kenta, and some other kid sitting at a table on the other end of the room. Kazu was waving his hands in the air like a madman while Kenta kept saying things like 'I think he heard you' and 'You look like an idiot. Put your hands down'. While this was happening the other kid was laughing at the pure embarrassment. Poor kid. Takato made his way over to the table and saw that the kid was a boy around their age.
The boy had blondish hair [meaning its blond in one light but brown in another] and dark-green eyes that looked extraordinarily bright due to his cheerful expression. He wore a blue long-sleeve shirt, with (slightly baggy) blue jeans, and a pair of sneakers. The guy looked oddly cheerful for the 1st official day of school.
"Hi," said the boy, [You're gonna kill me for this] "I'm Makato Tatsuda." [Creative huh?]
"I'm Takato Matsuki. Nice to meet you, Makato." replied Takato.
"So I guess you sit here, too, huh?" said Makato, looking at the piece of paper with the seating arrangement, "That means we're still waiting for two more people."
"It'd be a miracle if they show." said Kenta.
"Yeah," Kazu interrupted, "My mom had to kick me out of bed, down the stairs, and out of the house. For me to go to school. Literally."
"That's b'cause you're too lazy to kick yourself."
"That didn't even make sense, poi Dexter. [I forgot what Kazu used to call Kenta. Was it chumley?] You know, I think those glasses are bigger than last years'."
"No. Last years' are this years'."
"That didn't make any sense either!"
"Very simple. I'm wearing the same glasses."
"Oh."
"Uh, oh." peeped Makato.
"What 'uh, oh'?" asked Takato.
"Teachers."[Run, children! Run! MWAHAHAHA!!!]
Sure enough, a pair of teachers had entered the room. One male, one female.
The male teacher was short and muscular. He had black eyes and was bald. He wore a pair of (tight) blue shorts, a white T-shirt, a blue sports jacket, and a baseball cap. [Against the rules!] He had both his hands on his hips and was sending viscous glares around the room.
The female teacher was about an inch taller. She had the same black eyes, but also gray hair (tied up in a bun) and a slightly hunched back. She wore a long, light purple-blue, skirt with a white button-down shirt. Her arms were crossed while her fingers tapped impatiently. She, too, was sending various looks of disgust, hatred, and revulsion around the room.
The few, who had dared look at the teachers, were now utterly silent. They were a very imposing pair. And they made it known.
Gulp.
//Why did I have to be right? //
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#History#
Henry slid into an empty seat by the window. He looked outside, waiting for the school day to draw on endlessly, like it always did. He was still mad at the jerk in the hall earlier. And still didn't remember who that girl was. //Why was that guy mad at me for being in that hallway? . . . I mean, it's just a hallway . . . . And who was that girl? . . . . I know I recognized her . . . . I think she's in my . . . . Martial Arts class, but . . .//
"Penny for your thoughts."
"Huh?" Henry turned and was confronted by a pair of ice-blue eyes. He then noticed what the eyes were attached to. The girl was about his age with shoulder-length blonde hair. She wore a black, ¾ sleeve, turtleneck, a pair of blue jeans, and black ankle-boots. She was around his age and watched him with kind eyes.
"I said, 'Penny for your thoughts'" the girl repeated, "You seem off in another world, or something."
"I was just thinking of something that happened this morning," replied Henry.
"Trouble? I hear it's like that for the 1st couple weeks. You just gotta get used to this."
"Yeah, I know. But it's gonna be weird . . . Anyway, we haven't seen you in ages. How've you been?"
"I've been alright. You?"
"The same. Although, Suzie and I have been giving my dad the silent treatment all summer."
"Still mad at him?"
"Yeah . . . although, it's kinda going away. It's like . . . I don't know, I guess I feel like we're gonna see 'em again."
"I hope that feeling is right," Alice sighed, "I miss Dobermon."
Henry sighed as well, "I know what you mean. I miss Terriermon."
At this moment, Rika and Ryo chose to enter the room.
"And in walks the happy couple," Alice mumbled.
"They're not a couple," Henry paused, "Are they?"
"No." answered Alice, "But I'll bet you anything, they will be by the end of this year."
Henry looked at Ryo and Rika before turning back to Alice. "No. You'd win that bet."
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"Why are you following me?" asked Rika, utterly annoyed with her 'extra shadow' [I have several of these, they're quite annoying.].
"I'm not. It just so happens that I, too, have this history class."
"Oh, great, I'm stuck with you for the next 90 minutes."
"Yep!" Ryo smiled at her, "isn't it just great?"
"Superb." She was trying to be sarcastic. Really, she was. But something in her couldn't help but actually agree with that statement. [Rika's thoughts]//Stuck with Ryo Akiyama, Mister Legendary Tamer. For a full 90-minute History class. Every other day . . . Is there no God? . . . Or, maybe this is a good thing . . . Wait . . . how could this be a good thing? I hate Ryo . . . Well, . . . maybe hate's too strong of a word . . . But still . . . // Rika looked around the room trying to find someone. Anyone. At the moment she didn't care who she found. Just so long as Ryo wasn't the only person she knew in that class. She needed someone to help her think straight, and she knew that Ryo was not that someone. After some time, she spotted Henry and Alice at a couple of desks by the window. She instantly went towards the two.
"Hi, Rika. Long time, no see." greeted Alice.
"Hey, Alice." Rika responded, "How ya been?"
"Fine." Alice replied, and then turned towards Ryo, "Hey, Ryo."
"Hey, Alice. Anything interesting happen over the summer?"
"Nope. Hypnos is just a big bore."
"Wait a sec." Henry interrupted, "You work at Hypnos now?"
"Yeah." answered Alice, "You guys didn't know that? I've been working there with my dad after they reconstructed it."
"So Hypnos is still active?" Rika questioned, "They're not gonna try to delete every digimon that comes through, are they?"
"Of course not. I had a partner too, remember?"
"So what're they gonna do?" asked Ryo.
"Probably shut down." Alice shrugged, "Nothing's happened since D-Reaper."
At this moment a young women, approximately in her early twenties, entered the room. She wasn't very tall, had red-orange chin-length hair, and emerald-green eyes. She wore a khaki skirt, a pale green sweater, and brown slides. She also had a dark-green purse-book-bag-thing. The woman looked around the room, seemingly pleased with what she saw. Whatever that was. She walked from the door to her desk, only a few steps away, and put her book-bag away, after removing one of her notebooks. And then she walked to the front of the room, where she seated herself on one of the desks. Not at. On.
"Hello students," she said in a sweet voice, catching the attention of the few who hadn't turned to watch her, "My name is Ms. Neltsen. But you can call me Colleen [I'll be calling her this] if you want. Or Ms. N or just Ms or even ma'am. I don't mind. But if you call me by some offensive name, or 'hey you', I'll remember it. And I'll make sure you're school-year is a living Hell."
Hearing the edge in her voice sent shivers down a few students' spines. Rika just sat, immune to the threat.
"For the rest of you, I like to make History a bit fun. You have no idea how many projects are in store for you. But more on that later." Colleen opened her notebook, "First we must do role call . . ."
[We're gonna skip this. 'Kay?]
~*~*~*~*~*~
#Science#
Jeri hummed and rocked in her seat. She was sitting on the far end of the classroom. Against the wall, third seat from the front, third from the back. She sat, awaiting the arrival of the rest of her class, as well as the Science teacher. Science wasn't one of her favorite classes, but that didn't matter. She had a song stuck in her head. [Jeri's thoughts]
//~~Now, don't just walk away~~
~~Pretending everything's ok~~
~~And you don't care about me~~
~~And I know there's just no use~~
~~When all your lies become your truths and I
don't care... yeah, yeah, yeah~~
~~Could you look me in the eye~~
~~And tell me that you're happy now, ohhh,
ohhh~~
~~Would you tell it to my face or have I been
erased,~~
~~Are you happy now?~~
~~Are you happy now?~~
~~You took all there was to take,~~
~~And left me with an empty plate~~
~~And you don't care about it, yeah.~~
~~And I am givin' up this game~~
~~I'm leaving you with all the blame cause I
don't care, yeah, yeah yeah,~~
~~Could you look me in the eye?~~
~~And tell me that you're happy now, oohh
oohhh~~
~~Would you tell it to my face or have I been
erased,~~
~~Are you happy now? Ohhh, ohhhh~~
~~Are you happy now?~~
~~Are you happy now? yeah, yeah, yeah.~~
~~Do you really have everything you want?~~
~~You could never give somethin' you ain't
got~~
~~You can't run away from yourself~~
~~Could you look me in the eyes?~~
~~And tell me that you're happy now, yeah,
yeah~~
~~Come on, tell it to my face or have I been
replaced,~~
~~Are you happy now? Ohhh, ohhhh~~
~~Are you happy now?~~
~~Would you look me in the eye?~~
~~Could you look me in the eye?~~
~~I've had that all I can take~~
~~I'm not about to break~~
~~Cause I'm happy now, ohhh, ohhh~~
~~Are you happy now?~~ //
[Sorry, that was just on the radio. I couldn't resist. J It's Michelle Branch's "Are You Happy Now". I don't own it.]
"I love that song," said a girl behind Jeri. She turned and was met by a girl her age with [Stepping outa the ordinary, are we?] bright orange eyes, and light gray hair that fell to her waist. She wore a baby-blue button-down shirt, with a blue denim skirt and vest, and black ankle-boots. Since she was sitting, Jeri wasn't sure how tall the girl was. The girl smiled to her. "Michelle is one of my favorite singers."
"Mine too," replied Jeri, returning the other girl's smile, "That song was on the radio this morning. It's the one that woke me up, so I can't get it out of my head."
"At least it's a good song," said the girl, "My little brother always gets those little Sesame Street songs stuck in my head."
Jeri laughed. "Yeah, I know what you mean. My brother sings "Rubber Ducky" every time he goes to the bathroom."
"I used to love that song, too," she laughed, "but then I realized I was a little too old for that."
"Yeah . . . . By the way, my name's Jeri. Jeri Katou." Jeri held out her hand.
"My name's Madonna Chaikoshi. But everyone calls me Mary. Mary Chai." Mary shook Jeri's hand.
"'What's in a name?' but I gotta know why people would call you Mary, when your name is Madonna."
"Mary and Madonna are the same names. Just with different ethnic backgrounds."
"Oh. But Madonna sounds a bit exotic, why would you want people to call you Mary?"
Mary shrugged. "I've been called Mary since I was little. I think my dad was the only one who ever called me Madonna. I'd kinda prefer people call me Mary now."
"Okay."
"Hey there, Oatmeal 'n' C.F.A.N.N.N [Can't Find A Nick Name Now]!" cried a voice that had just entered the room.
In walked five people. One of them was a boy; the other four were girls. The girl that had called to them was Zena, who had instantly run to that side of the class and seated herself next to Mary. Behind Zena, sat Karen, who'd entered soundlessly and took out a book, completely ignoring Zena. In front of Zena, sat Tasha, who had been talking to the other girl and boy in their little group. These two Jeri didn't recognize.
The other girl had black hair that fell just past her shoulders with dark-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. She was a little taller then Jeri, and reminded her of a cross between Henry and Rika. [That's what I was going for, if you didn't notice.]
The boy was very tall and well built. He had black hair and dark-blue/black eyes. [He's bruised, j/k, ha ha.] He wore a pair of (slightly loose) dark denim jeans, a gray long sleeve shirt, and a pair of black shoes.
"Who's C.F.A.N.N.N. today?" asked the boy, turning towards Zena.
"Her," said Zena, pointing towards Jeri, "I can't come up with a name yet. Oh." Zena turned to Jeri, "Jeri Katou, meet Jeni Li and Jace Carter."
"Nice to meet you, Jeri," said Jeni, "We've heard about you from Kai."
"Kai?" Jeri blinked, "Oh, you mean Takato's cousin?"
"Yeah," said Jace, "Too bad he decided to skip today. Oh well. He'll just have to face the consequences."
"But I thought Kai was on another island." said Karen.
"He
moved, remember? Dax and him switched, 'cause they needed more room."
"Kai's family needed more room? But they had the bigger house."
"Not Kai's family. Dax has a baby brother now. His family needs the room."
"Oh, yes, my poor Dax." Zena said to the ceiling, "Your new brother's coming hath separated us. Oh my poor, poor, boyfriend! I miss thee!"
"Zena, you're scaring us," said Karen, "Stop it."
"You have a boyfriend?" asked Jeri.
"Yes. Is it so hard to believe that? We love each other, okay?" Zena said angrily. Like Jeri had just said that Dax actually hated her.
"I just didn't know that, alright? I'm sorry." Said Jeri, backing away slightly; she turned back to Mary. "Did she call you 'Oatmeal'?"
Mary nodded. "That's my nickname."
"Oh."
At this moment an overweight, old man, approximately [38 :P] 902, I mean, 90-years-old, entered the room. He had a ring of white hair on his head, but he had tried to make it look like he had hair by combing it all to the center of his head. [Take a moment to imagine that. 'Tis one bad comb-over, no?] He had a purple sweater, with black pants, black socks, and brown sandals. A set of very large, brown-rimmed, glasses covered his mud-brown eyes. He stood at the front and watched the class. He sniffed. Twice. And then turned and began writing on the chalkboard.
It read: "Mr. Dranyam [Pronounced "Drain 'em" XD]
Science I
Pages 1-20 due tomorrow"
//What?! He's giving us homework on the first day! This sucks. //
"Students," said Mr. Dranyam as he turned to face them, "I am Mr. Dranyam. You will refer to me as "Mr. Dranyam" or "sir". I am considered 'Harsh, but fair.' And I would like to keep it that way. You will be allowed two bathroom breaks per month. Assignments will not be accepted any later than assigned. If you fail to hand in the assignment, a zero will be put on your record. A 'strike' if you will. Three of these will result in an after-school detention with me. Ignoring this will result in an office after-school detention . . . . . . .[I'm sorry, but I don't really feel like reminding myself of this part of school.] . . . . Do I make myself clear?"
"Very" replied a large group of the class. Others just sat silently.
~*~*~*~*~*~
In a world where every where's a battlefield . . .
Where some are friend . . .
And some are foe . . .
Enter those who have faced peril in other worlds . . .
Yet they have no clue . . .
No warning . . .
No idea what they're going into . . .
Welcome the Tamers . . .
To the place where dreams are enforced . . .
As well as nightmares . . .
Welcome . . .
To High School . . .
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[Gala: Boo! Did tha' endin' scare ya? It was s'pposed ta.
Hawk: Yeah I'm shaking in my boots.
Dactyl: But . . . you're wearing sandals.
ALL: -_-'
Lilly: I found cookies! Millions of them! So here you go reviewers. *sends handfuls of cookies to everyone who reviewed*
KC:A few comments to certain reviews:
Tomoyo Shioda: -_-' Someone dive bombs to protect Kazu, but not Kenta. When I had originally thought this story I had put every character (besides Rika, Ryo Takato and Jeri) with someone I made up. But now I'm kinda sticking OCs with OCs and stuff like that. So you can have your Kazu. Zena's got Dax anyway.
Akino Matoumiken: What lost you? Henry was looking for the rest of the gang. I originally didn't mention that, but I changed it 'cause a friend of mine didn't get it either.
Nearly Everyone Else (You're listed in the beginning): This story is gonna lose flavor very easily, but I'm gonna try to make it interesting. I've got a few ideas to work with, so, bear with me. 'Kay? *gives puppy face* Pwease?
Alexia: We're gonna give ya a reference chapter so you can figure out who's got what when.
KC: That is, when I figure out who's got what when.
Andy: Until then—
BW: PEACE!!! LOVE!!! PROSPERITY!!!
Andy: Actually I was going to say Re—
Nora: REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW!
Andy: -_- See what I have to work with? But, please, do. Review, I mean. Flames are welcome; Hawk is a fire creaton you know. She'll just eat 'em.]