*Note: This is a Fan Fic made by a fan of the game series "Snowboard Kids"
and is in no way trying to pull anyone from the true focus of Snowboard
Kids.
It was a typical day at Snow Town Elementary, everyone rushing to their classes before the bell would sound. It was in Mrs. Steeder's Math Class that this story began its course.
Slash Kamei, a boy of 10 years, with slick black and spiked hair was grumbling as he scribbled answers and different equations in his workbook, angry of the class, and just simply wanting to get out of class so that he can do what he does best, Snowboard! Slash groaned as he approached a difficult equation, constantly flipping his pencil between lead and eraser, almost ripping his workbook page.
"Darn school." Slash complained to himself, "I'm not gonna be using this 'education' that my parents seems to want me to have." Slash scribbled down more and more, his pencil was getting dull, and his paper was getting weakened by all the erasing. Finally, the paper tore, Slash tore a large hole in his own workbook page as he was erasing an incorrect answer. Slash yelled with frustration, throwing his pencil down on the ground and yanking his hair. "Bah! Why do I have to do this?!"
Mrs. Steeder marched up to Slash with her steely eyes glaring at him, Slash continued to rant and rave until he finally noticed Mrs. Steeder standing behind him, and he then looked up at Mrs. Steeder, who towered over him. Slash's jaw dropped, as he looked up at her. "Uhh, hello there teacher." Slash stuttered, but his words would not get him any help, as for his behavior, Mrs. Steeder gave Slash detention for his ranting, but also replaced his workbook with a new one.
Many of the students looked at Slash as he walked down the aisle between the desks, heading to the back of the room as the teacher then ordered him to do afterwards. Slash plopped himself in the back desk chair, and put his head down.
"You're back here too, eh?" a voice said from Slash's left.
It was Jam Kuehnemund, Slash's Snowboarding buddy. Jam was a typical troublemaker, as well as a brat. Jam would take time out of his classes just so he could go outside, slap a tape into his boom box, and start dancing the day away to his favorite tunes. Jam is definitely a music fanatic, a lot more then many of the students in the school. Jam has the darkest skin in class, his hair is in many braids, and he wears a large striped Jamaican hat on his head.
"How'd you get back here Jam?" Slash asked Jam. "They caught me ditching class finally." Jam replied, kicking his feet on the top of his desk, lazing in his seat. The teacher scolded at Jam for his laziness, and forced him to put his feet down. "Stupid teacher, who needs 'em?" commented Jam.
"You said it Jam." Said Slash, "Hey, are you going to be doing anything after school, and detention? I was thinking of hitting the Grass Valley to do work on my cornering a bit, I've been lacking in that." "I'm not doing anything yet." Replied Jam, "But who knows, things might change in the blink of an eye like they usually do around here, I was thinking of 'jamming' Big Snowman actually, but we'll see, I might join you, depends on my mood at the end of the day."
"Great!" cheered Slash. The lunch bell then rang, Slash and Jam jumped up from their chairs and dashed out the door to the cafeteria, hoping to get first in line.
It was a typical day at Snow Town Elementary, everyone rushing to their classes before the bell would sound. It was in Mrs. Steeder's Math Class that this story began its course.
Slash Kamei, a boy of 10 years, with slick black and spiked hair was grumbling as he scribbled answers and different equations in his workbook, angry of the class, and just simply wanting to get out of class so that he can do what he does best, Snowboard! Slash groaned as he approached a difficult equation, constantly flipping his pencil between lead and eraser, almost ripping his workbook page.
"Darn school." Slash complained to himself, "I'm not gonna be using this 'education' that my parents seems to want me to have." Slash scribbled down more and more, his pencil was getting dull, and his paper was getting weakened by all the erasing. Finally, the paper tore, Slash tore a large hole in his own workbook page as he was erasing an incorrect answer. Slash yelled with frustration, throwing his pencil down on the ground and yanking his hair. "Bah! Why do I have to do this?!"
Mrs. Steeder marched up to Slash with her steely eyes glaring at him, Slash continued to rant and rave until he finally noticed Mrs. Steeder standing behind him, and he then looked up at Mrs. Steeder, who towered over him. Slash's jaw dropped, as he looked up at her. "Uhh, hello there teacher." Slash stuttered, but his words would not get him any help, as for his behavior, Mrs. Steeder gave Slash detention for his ranting, but also replaced his workbook with a new one.
Many of the students looked at Slash as he walked down the aisle between the desks, heading to the back of the room as the teacher then ordered him to do afterwards. Slash plopped himself in the back desk chair, and put his head down.
"You're back here too, eh?" a voice said from Slash's left.
It was Jam Kuehnemund, Slash's Snowboarding buddy. Jam was a typical troublemaker, as well as a brat. Jam would take time out of his classes just so he could go outside, slap a tape into his boom box, and start dancing the day away to his favorite tunes. Jam is definitely a music fanatic, a lot more then many of the students in the school. Jam has the darkest skin in class, his hair is in many braids, and he wears a large striped Jamaican hat on his head.
"How'd you get back here Jam?" Slash asked Jam. "They caught me ditching class finally." Jam replied, kicking his feet on the top of his desk, lazing in his seat. The teacher scolded at Jam for his laziness, and forced him to put his feet down. "Stupid teacher, who needs 'em?" commented Jam.
"You said it Jam." Said Slash, "Hey, are you going to be doing anything after school, and detention? I was thinking of hitting the Grass Valley to do work on my cornering a bit, I've been lacking in that." "I'm not doing anything yet." Replied Jam, "But who knows, things might change in the blink of an eye like they usually do around here, I was thinking of 'jamming' Big Snowman actually, but we'll see, I might join you, depends on my mood at the end of the day."
"Great!" cheered Slash. The lunch bell then rang, Slash and Jam jumped up from their chairs and dashed out the door to the cafeteria, hoping to get first in line.