Disclaimer:
I don't own anything about Digimon. No money is being made and no copyright or
trademark infringement is intended.
Author Notes:
Okay here is the next chapter, I'm trying something new by putting it in first person view.
The story will be written in first person if people like it. I thought it would give everyone
a better perspective of how things are.
However if people hate it I'll change it so it's third person.
It's experimentation okay?
**********
Philip L. Moore, esquire:
I'm writing on so please enjoy this chapter, thanks for the review!
littleweirdwriter:
Thanks for the luck I'll need it! I'll trade you this chapter for more luck! LOL!
**********
Please I write for you the reader to enjoy.
********
Perfect : Chapter 2/?
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I yawned as I got up turning off my alarm clock I confirmed the time while I stretched, slowly I
got out of bed and smoothed and tucked the sheets in like I did every morning, fluffing the
pillow slightly I made sure it was in it's proper place. Walking to the washroom I started my
evolutions, I scrubbed my face carefully drying off my face I proceeded to brush my teeth,
making sure that each tooth got at least ten strokes. Gurgling my mouthwash for exactly thirty
seconds, I was done, tidying took only a few more second I was out of the washroom within ten
minutes like usual. On top of the small couch in my room I pulled on the clothes that I had
laid out the night before, straightening my hair I checked myself over on the mirror while
picking up my hairbrush. The doorbell suddenly rang out, I glanced at the watch on my
nightstand, it read seven, which meant he was early. Shaking my head I started to brush my hair
counting down from fifty.
"Fifteen, eighteen, seventy-seven, five, twenty."
He was childish at times but I couldn't help smile, finishing the countdown I turned to my best
friend who stood against the doorframe with a very large grin. His grey eyes shone brightly
with mirth as he tried to ruin my counting, as usual his dark blue hair was a mess in a unruly
state however unlike the usual mess the right side of his head his hair was matted down,
probably from how he slept.
"You aren't going to mess up my schedule today Henry, you may be early but I haven't eaten
breakfast yet."
I calmly put down my brush and picked up my glasses giving it a quick inspection for smudges I
carefully put on my small frame glasses.
Henry grinned, "You are so obsessive."
He followed me to the kitchen, "And you are a sty this morning," taking my seat I carefully
began to eat my breakfast in sections, starting with the potatoes of course.
I watched Henry carefully as he poured out two cups of coffee; giving me a mischievous look he
dropped three teaspoons of sugars and a gentle pouring of cream in one. Handing me the cup
which he mixed I wrinkled my nose, Henry knew that I always took my coffee with two teaspoon
teaspoons of sugar and no cream. However I wasn't going to put me behind schedule today which
making my own coffee would have put me by half a minute.
"You are a juvenile," I said with distain in my voice finishing my breakfast I dropped the
dishes into sink and proceeded to wash it meticulously.
Grabbing a dishtowel Henry started to dry them as I handed him the wet dishes. Picking up my
school bag I started to school with Henry, glancing at my watch I noticed I was a few minutes
early. It was too early to shrug off so I decided I would just kill a small bit of time.
Reaching into my pocket I pulled out a comb that I usually kept there.
Henry tried to bat my hand away, "Hey stop that," he complained.
Biting my lower lip I was able to grab one of Henry's hand while I combed Henry's disarranged
hair, trying to put it in some type of proper order.
Giving up Henry stood still while I combed his hair, "You are so neurotic," he grumbled.
"I'm just trying to make you look your best," raising a mirror to allow Henry to see himself, I
watched as he looked at my handiwork. Now instead of hair being matted on the right side his
hair was all in disarray but in a way that seemed that he was styling it for it look like that.
Scowling Henry shoved his hands into his pocket while we walked to school.
He was always cute when he scowled, ever since we were babies he looked cute when he scowled.
"Come on Henry don't be mad, what's wrong with having your hair combed for once in the
morning?" I asked with a slight triumphant sound in my voice.
Well I tried to keep the triumphant tone away but it was hard I always liked it when I won
something.
Henry waved his hands as if he was trying to gather a reason, "Because it's unnatural."
I rolled my eyes; that was his greatest excuse? Unnatural? It was unnatural for a person to
decide to wear mismatching footwear but he did it once in the second grade.
"That has to be the stupidest..."
"Okay," said Henry holding up his hands in surrender, "I get it, bad excuse, how about I like
leaving my hair in a mess?"
"Because you're a mess?" I laughed.
Okay so it was a low hit but hey he walked into that one right?
"It's better then being a perfectionist," smiled Henry as he continued to walk to school.
"Nothing wrong with being organised."
Henry laughed, "I agree, but you take it to a whole new level."
I opened my mouth to protest but Henry continued.
"You take organisation to a whole new level Rika, for goodness sakes, you've planned when you
are going to get married, when your going to have your children, their first names, when you are
going to die. Isn't there a part of you that is... I don't know... Spontaneous?"
I raised an eyebrow at Henry, "Spontaneous is chaos and chaos equals disaster."
"Chaos can't be all bad," countered Henry.
I laughed at his response, "This coming from the person who spent two days searching for a CD he
borrowed and when I finished cleaning his room I found about twenty dollars and fifty-five
cents."
Henry groaned, "You're never going to let me off on that are you?"
"Being organised means that you are never unprepared, that you are..."
"Late."
I turned to Henry confused.
Henry grinned pulling back his sleeve he raised his watch to allow me to see, "Late."
My eyes widened at the time that was shown on the watch, it read eight forty-five.
I was late! How could I be late, I've never been late in my life, for goodness sakes not even
my period was late. How the hell was I late now? This is bad, I can see it now first comes
being late, then starts detention, there goes the honour role and soon I'll be in jail having a
nickname of Bertha.
"We're late!" I cried turning towards school I started to sprint as fast as I could.
If I had waited or had super power hearing I would have probably heard Henry say the one word
that would have told me that I had fallen for one of his tricks.
"Gotcha."
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I don't own anything about Digimon. No money is being made and no copyright or
trademark infringement is intended.
Author Notes:
Okay here is the next chapter, I'm trying something new by putting it in first person view.
The story will be written in first person if people like it. I thought it would give everyone
a better perspective of how things are.
However if people hate it I'll change it so it's third person.
It's experimentation okay?
**********
Philip L. Moore, esquire:
I'm writing on so please enjoy this chapter, thanks for the review!
littleweirdwriter:
Thanks for the luck I'll need it! I'll trade you this chapter for more luck! LOL!
**********
Please I write for you the reader to enjoy.
********
Perfect : Chapter 2/?
********
I yawned as I got up turning off my alarm clock I confirmed the time while I stretched, slowly I
got out of bed and smoothed and tucked the sheets in like I did every morning, fluffing the
pillow slightly I made sure it was in it's proper place. Walking to the washroom I started my
evolutions, I scrubbed my face carefully drying off my face I proceeded to brush my teeth,
making sure that each tooth got at least ten strokes. Gurgling my mouthwash for exactly thirty
seconds, I was done, tidying took only a few more second I was out of the washroom within ten
minutes like usual. On top of the small couch in my room I pulled on the clothes that I had
laid out the night before, straightening my hair I checked myself over on the mirror while
picking up my hairbrush. The doorbell suddenly rang out, I glanced at the watch on my
nightstand, it read seven, which meant he was early. Shaking my head I started to brush my hair
counting down from fifty.
"Fifteen, eighteen, seventy-seven, five, twenty."
He was childish at times but I couldn't help smile, finishing the countdown I turned to my best
friend who stood against the doorframe with a very large grin. His grey eyes shone brightly
with mirth as he tried to ruin my counting, as usual his dark blue hair was a mess in a unruly
state however unlike the usual mess the right side of his head his hair was matted down,
probably from how he slept.
"You aren't going to mess up my schedule today Henry, you may be early but I haven't eaten
breakfast yet."
I calmly put down my brush and picked up my glasses giving it a quick inspection for smudges I
carefully put on my small frame glasses.
Henry grinned, "You are so obsessive."
He followed me to the kitchen, "And you are a sty this morning," taking my seat I carefully
began to eat my breakfast in sections, starting with the potatoes of course.
I watched Henry carefully as he poured out two cups of coffee; giving me a mischievous look he
dropped three teaspoons of sugars and a gentle pouring of cream in one. Handing me the cup
which he mixed I wrinkled my nose, Henry knew that I always took my coffee with two teaspoon
teaspoons of sugar and no cream. However I wasn't going to put me behind schedule today which
making my own coffee would have put me by half a minute.
"You are a juvenile," I said with distain in my voice finishing my breakfast I dropped the
dishes into sink and proceeded to wash it meticulously.
Grabbing a dishtowel Henry started to dry them as I handed him the wet dishes. Picking up my
school bag I started to school with Henry, glancing at my watch I noticed I was a few minutes
early. It was too early to shrug off so I decided I would just kill a small bit of time.
Reaching into my pocket I pulled out a comb that I usually kept there.
Henry tried to bat my hand away, "Hey stop that," he complained.
Biting my lower lip I was able to grab one of Henry's hand while I combed Henry's disarranged
hair, trying to put it in some type of proper order.
Giving up Henry stood still while I combed his hair, "You are so neurotic," he grumbled.
"I'm just trying to make you look your best," raising a mirror to allow Henry to see himself, I
watched as he looked at my handiwork. Now instead of hair being matted on the right side his
hair was all in disarray but in a way that seemed that he was styling it for it look like that.
Scowling Henry shoved his hands into his pocket while we walked to school.
He was always cute when he scowled, ever since we were babies he looked cute when he scowled.
"Come on Henry don't be mad, what's wrong with having your hair combed for once in the
morning?" I asked with a slight triumphant sound in my voice.
Well I tried to keep the triumphant tone away but it was hard I always liked it when I won
something.
Henry waved his hands as if he was trying to gather a reason, "Because it's unnatural."
I rolled my eyes; that was his greatest excuse? Unnatural? It was unnatural for a person to
decide to wear mismatching footwear but he did it once in the second grade.
"That has to be the stupidest..."
"Okay," said Henry holding up his hands in surrender, "I get it, bad excuse, how about I like
leaving my hair in a mess?"
"Because you're a mess?" I laughed.
Okay so it was a low hit but hey he walked into that one right?
"It's better then being a perfectionist," smiled Henry as he continued to walk to school.
"Nothing wrong with being organised."
Henry laughed, "I agree, but you take it to a whole new level."
I opened my mouth to protest but Henry continued.
"You take organisation to a whole new level Rika, for goodness sakes, you've planned when you
are going to get married, when your going to have your children, their first names, when you are
going to die. Isn't there a part of you that is... I don't know... Spontaneous?"
I raised an eyebrow at Henry, "Spontaneous is chaos and chaos equals disaster."
"Chaos can't be all bad," countered Henry.
I laughed at his response, "This coming from the person who spent two days searching for a CD he
borrowed and when I finished cleaning his room I found about twenty dollars and fifty-five
cents."
Henry groaned, "You're never going to let me off on that are you?"
"Being organised means that you are never unprepared, that you are..."
"Late."
I turned to Henry confused.
Henry grinned pulling back his sleeve he raised his watch to allow me to see, "Late."
My eyes widened at the time that was shown on the watch, it read eight forty-five.
I was late! How could I be late, I've never been late in my life, for goodness sakes not even
my period was late. How the hell was I late now? This is bad, I can see it now first comes
being late, then starts detention, there goes the honour role and soon I'll be in jail having a
nickname of Bertha.
"We're late!" I cried turning towards school I started to sprint as fast as I could.
If I had waited or had super power hearing I would have probably heard Henry say the one word
that would have told me that I had fallen for one of his tricks.
"Gotcha."
*******
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