No I do not own Digimon. I do own two of the songs, the teachers, but
nothing else. Also, PLEASE no flaming. Also, if any of you have any ideas
for a song, I would be more than happy to hear them. Just right the lyrics
down and the title.
Summary: Daisuke Motomiya (AU) is a high school student who was held back a grade. He's the loser who only gets B's and is kinda the nerd. Hardly anybody likes him. He has nobody to count on; that is, until a rebel rocker girl named Hikari Yagami comes into the school.
Hope you enjoy it! ^^
By the By, just a question: How the hell do you get italics? Please, anybody! TELL ME! ^^
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SLAM! "Oof!" Daisuke could taste the blood in his mouth, right around his cheek. He could feel a loose tooth moving around the roof of his mouth. Placing a bruised hand to his cheek to feel the swelling, he could even feel the presence of Stephen Clark, the American football bully, looming over him like a predator over its wounded prey. However, while a predator had a reason for wound its prey was for food; Stephen just said he was helping the world by getting rid of the nerds.
He opened his brown eyes, a frightened expression coming over them. He could hear Stephen's hard, almost evil laughter, as he (Stephen) knelt down right next to Daisuke's ear. He whispered, "How's that Drunk Dad of yours?" He stood up to his full height, which was 5'8, and stared down at Daisuke, who was trying to gather up his books.
Daisuke gathered his courage to try to glare at him, but he could feel both eyes begin to swell; he knew they would be black, again, like yesterday. He shouted out, "At least he cares about me!" Stephen grinned at him, and said in his nasty voice, "Ya old man doesn't even care you're a drop-out! Why the Hell would he even care you're getting beat up?"
Daisuke hung his head, sighing. It was the truth. His father always was drunk after his mother died. Before she left for college, his sister, Jun, took care of him. Back when she was around, nobody picked on him; or, at least, beat him to a pulp almost. She was one of the popular girls on the Basketball team. But now, his safety left a year ago.
Suddenly, he was awoken from his thoughts, as he felt rough, strong hands slam right against his chest, pushing him right back on his back. He looked up pitifully at Stephen, who just laughed, shaking his head. Then, a voice saved him.
"YO! Stephen! Teacher!" The tall, blurry, 15-year-old turned around, muttering under his breath, "Oh, crap! Mr. Rosen!" He turned back to face Daisuke, who was cowering under his blazing eyes. "You." He bent down and pointed his finger in front of Daisuke swollen face. "One word." He straighten up, then ran away quickly, leaving Daisuke there to the Math teacher.
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Getting up slowly, careful not to injure his body anymore, he could see three blurry, colorful shapes run towards them; one taller than the other two. Suddenly, he could feel the presence of three people standing next to him; a stinging pain was hurting his cheek, which he guessed was someone slapping his face.
"Hey, Daisuke! You alright?" He could hear the voice of his best friend, Takeru Takaishi, star of the boys' basketball team, going through his right ear, sending the message up to his brain.
He felt a rougher, older hand press against his chest. Then, he could hear the older voice of the three grimly announced, "He's gonna live." He could feel the math teacher kneel down, allowing the teacher to be at eye level with him. Daisuke could feel the wise, cerulean eyes stare right into his almost blind brown eyes. "What the hell happen to you, Davis? Who did this to you?"
Painfully, Daisuke shook his head, trying to clamp his mouth together shut. 'Idiot! Tell him!' one part of him frantically told him. Yet, the other part argued, 'Even if I do rat on Stephen and he's forbidden to beat me up, his friends and girlfriend will come after me.' At the thought of Stephen's girlfriend Lani, he shivered. She was one of the sluts; a cheerleader; she worked out a lot and probably had more victims than her boyfriend; yet, she was pretty and thin, so not many thought she was powerful.
He was shaken from these thoughts when his other best friend, Ken, star of his football (Soccer) team, scold at him. "Daisuke just tell us."
Shaking his head, Daisuke stood up, a very painful process, and began to walk; though it awkward for him because of his twisted ankle he received when Stephen pushed him down the first time.
He could hear the three voices call out to him, but he block them out, as he slowly treaded home. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Who the hell could have done that to Davis?" the 32-year-old teacher pondered, using Davis instead of Daisuke because it was too hard to say for the American.
Ken stared at his friend's retreating back, and sighed. "I'm not really sure who Daisuke is even." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ High School Loser
Nobody Likes You
Held Back A Grade
Had a Popular Sister
Has a Drunk Daddy
Ya Mommy is Dead
High School Loser
Nobody There To
Help You Through School
You're On Your Own
For this Teen-age Journey
You Have Nothin' and Nobody But
You
****************************************************************** So, what d'ya think? A little corny? Ok, even if it is, remember, NO flame. PLEASE review! ^^
Summary: Daisuke Motomiya (AU) is a high school student who was held back a grade. He's the loser who only gets B's and is kinda the nerd. Hardly anybody likes him. He has nobody to count on; that is, until a rebel rocker girl named Hikari Yagami comes into the school.
Hope you enjoy it! ^^
By the By, just a question: How the hell do you get italics? Please, anybody! TELL ME! ^^
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SLAM! "Oof!" Daisuke could taste the blood in his mouth, right around his cheek. He could feel a loose tooth moving around the roof of his mouth. Placing a bruised hand to his cheek to feel the swelling, he could even feel the presence of Stephen Clark, the American football bully, looming over him like a predator over its wounded prey. However, while a predator had a reason for wound its prey was for food; Stephen just said he was helping the world by getting rid of the nerds.
He opened his brown eyes, a frightened expression coming over them. He could hear Stephen's hard, almost evil laughter, as he (Stephen) knelt down right next to Daisuke's ear. He whispered, "How's that Drunk Dad of yours?" He stood up to his full height, which was 5'8, and stared down at Daisuke, who was trying to gather up his books.
Daisuke gathered his courage to try to glare at him, but he could feel both eyes begin to swell; he knew they would be black, again, like yesterday. He shouted out, "At least he cares about me!" Stephen grinned at him, and said in his nasty voice, "Ya old man doesn't even care you're a drop-out! Why the Hell would he even care you're getting beat up?"
Daisuke hung his head, sighing. It was the truth. His father always was drunk after his mother died. Before she left for college, his sister, Jun, took care of him. Back when she was around, nobody picked on him; or, at least, beat him to a pulp almost. She was one of the popular girls on the Basketball team. But now, his safety left a year ago.
Suddenly, he was awoken from his thoughts, as he felt rough, strong hands slam right against his chest, pushing him right back on his back. He looked up pitifully at Stephen, who just laughed, shaking his head. Then, a voice saved him.
"YO! Stephen! Teacher!" The tall, blurry, 15-year-old turned around, muttering under his breath, "Oh, crap! Mr. Rosen!" He turned back to face Daisuke, who was cowering under his blazing eyes. "You." He bent down and pointed his finger in front of Daisuke swollen face. "One word." He straighten up, then ran away quickly, leaving Daisuke there to the Math teacher.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Getting up slowly, careful not to injure his body anymore, he could see three blurry, colorful shapes run towards them; one taller than the other two. Suddenly, he could feel the presence of three people standing next to him; a stinging pain was hurting his cheek, which he guessed was someone slapping his face.
"Hey, Daisuke! You alright?" He could hear the voice of his best friend, Takeru Takaishi, star of the boys' basketball team, going through his right ear, sending the message up to his brain.
He felt a rougher, older hand press against his chest. Then, he could hear the older voice of the three grimly announced, "He's gonna live." He could feel the math teacher kneel down, allowing the teacher to be at eye level with him. Daisuke could feel the wise, cerulean eyes stare right into his almost blind brown eyes. "What the hell happen to you, Davis? Who did this to you?"
Painfully, Daisuke shook his head, trying to clamp his mouth together shut. 'Idiot! Tell him!' one part of him frantically told him. Yet, the other part argued, 'Even if I do rat on Stephen and he's forbidden to beat me up, his friends and girlfriend will come after me.' At the thought of Stephen's girlfriend Lani, he shivered. She was one of the sluts; a cheerleader; she worked out a lot and probably had more victims than her boyfriend; yet, she was pretty and thin, so not many thought she was powerful.
He was shaken from these thoughts when his other best friend, Ken, star of his football (Soccer) team, scold at him. "Daisuke just tell us."
Shaking his head, Daisuke stood up, a very painful process, and began to walk; though it awkward for him because of his twisted ankle he received when Stephen pushed him down the first time.
He could hear the three voices call out to him, but he block them out, as he slowly treaded home. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Who the hell could have done that to Davis?" the 32-year-old teacher pondered, using Davis instead of Daisuke because it was too hard to say for the American.
Ken stared at his friend's retreating back, and sighed. "I'm not really sure who Daisuke is even." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ High School Loser
Nobody Likes You
Held Back A Grade
Had a Popular Sister
Has a Drunk Daddy
Ya Mommy is Dead
High School Loser
Nobody There To
Help You Through School
You're On Your Own
For this Teen-age Journey
You Have Nothin' and Nobody But
You
****************************************************************** So, what d'ya think? A little corny? Ok, even if it is, remember, NO flame. PLEASE review! ^^