Turqi: Me no own, you no sue. I revised the story and changed pretty much everything. I hope it sounds better.
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"blah" = dialog
blah = thoughts
(no flashback sequences this go round...)
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Chapter 1
She stepped into her new school, unused notebook in hand. Her long blond hair swayed with a sudden breeze. A long-sleeved black duster covered her torso and came down to her knees. Her shirt couldn't be seen from beneath the clasped buttons of her duster, which flared open from her waist down. A pair of Levi jeans fitted to the slight curve in her legs. As she walked, a chain swayed from her belt loop.
Her name was Zoe Santee, and she was alone and afraid.
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"Hey, Jeremie, did you make any progress in Aelita's materialization?" Zoe heard a femme voice behind her say. She spun around, curious. Zoe first saw a blond-haired boy with glasses. She then saw the girl who was talking: a Japanese girl with shoulder-length black hair.
"No. I still have a lot to work out," the boy, Jeremie, replied.
"Oh, OK." Zoe's head drooped; it was going to be hard to make news friends.
The school bell was due to ring in a short time, and Zoe didn't want to be late for class. She zipped through the school yard, zig-zagging past her peers. She took caution as she ran, careful not to bump into her classmates, or trip over her own feet.
Boy, wouldn't that be funny... My first day of school, and I trip over nothing... Zoe smiled at the thought as she skidded around the corner of the lunchroom. Just as she veered around the corner, the first thing she saw was a boy, but she didn't have a chance to get a good look at him. He had been running to meet up with his friends, bolting through the schoolyard almost as fast as Zoe. He didn't have a chance to stop and--
"AH!" they both screamed. They smacked straight into each other and nearly toppled over from the impact. Their books tumbled to the ground, littering the sidewalk below them with paper. The boy, who regained composure first, grabbed Zoe's shoulders.
"Sorry! You OK?" he exclaimed. Zoe swayed with a lack of balance, but soon regained her footing.
"Y-yeah," she said, her voice high-pitch with shock. "I-I'm Zoe. You a-are?" She finally got a good look at him.
He was about an inch taller than her and had gravity defying blond hair with a purple crest above his forehead. He was clad in all purple-related colors.
"My name's Odd," replied the boy, who Zoe now knew was Odd. He bent down and grabbed her books, handing them up to her.
"Thanks." He smiled.
"No problem. It was my fault in the first place," he said, picking up his belongings.
"No it wasn't!" Zoe yelped. "I shouldn't've been runnin'!"
"I was running too, ya know," said Odd as he stood up, books in hand. "You're new here right?" Brushing a strand of hair away from her face, Zoe replied with a quiet "yeah." Odd took her schedule, which was sticking from the corner of her History book, and began to read it.
"You have History with Ms. Leria," Odd informed. "You're in my class."
Smiling, Zoe said, "Good. I... don't know where the classroom is." Odd took her arm, leading her into the school.
"Just follow me."
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Odd and Zoe stepped into Ms. Leria's classroom just a the bell started to ring. Odd took his seat near the back of the room while Zoe slid to Ms. Leria's desk. The red-headed, green-eyed teacher glanced up at the young blonde.
"You must be Zoe," she said.
"Yes, ma'am," Zoe replied. Ms. Leria, who couldn't be any more than 24 or 25 years old, stood up and smiled at her new student.
"Ah, it's good to hear a polite student these days. You can sit where ever there is an empty seat, since you're new." Zoe nodded and began to scan the room for an empty seat. She grinned at the sight of an empty chair beside Odd.
She trudged down the walkway between the rows of two-person desks, halting when she reached the back of the room.
"You don't mind if I sit by you, do you?" Zoe asked Odd.
"I don't mind at all!" he retorted. "It would be good anyway. Now I can tell you how to get to all of your other classes." She sat down beside him.
"Thanks, Odd." Well, I guess I've already made a friend.
Before Ms. Leria began her lesson, she directed the class's attention to the back of the room, to Zoe.
"Class, this is our new transfer student, Zoe Santee." The whole class turned around, staring a their new peer as she turned a bright red. "Zoe, why don't you tell us about yourself?" She stood up at her seat and gulped down nervousness.
"Um... Hi?" she began rather lamely. "I'm Zoe, as you know... I suppose... I'm from California, a state in America."
"Why did you move to France?" Ms. Leria asked. (AN: Code:Lyoko is based in France, isn't it? I know it was made there...) Zoe fidgeted.
"There was an earthquake near my town. My house was destroyed," she gulped. "So, I moved here to live with my aunt and uncle."
"Is your family OK?" Odd asked her.
"My parents died in the quake. My brother Marshall and my friend Leethy..." Zoe shuddered. "They... also died." Ms. Leria noticed her student's eyes begin to water.
"You may sit down, Zoe," she said. "I'm sorry you came here due to such unfortunate circumstances." Zoe nodded and took her seat, blinking a few times to keep her tears from falling.
"Don't worry, Zoe. Everything will be OK," Odd said. "You'll like the school."
"Yeah. I know." Odd smiled.
"I'll introduce you to Yumi, Ulrich, and Jeremie at lunch, OK?"
Zoe nodded. "That sounds cool to me."
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Turqi: Well, I'd say that's quite a bit longer... Hope it sounds better... anyway, you likey? You no likey? R&R pleeeeease!!!
Odd: I"m in the story, but where's Kiwi?
Turqi: -sigh- He'll be in it, don't worry!
Odd: Good.
Turqi: One thing confuses me. Why are the Code:Lyoko fics under anime? It may be anime based, but anime is made in Japan. C:L was made in France... Is it French anime?
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"blah" = dialog
blah = thoughts
(no flashback sequences this go round...)
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Chapter 1
She stepped into her new school, unused notebook in hand. Her long blond hair swayed with a sudden breeze. A long-sleeved black duster covered her torso and came down to her knees. Her shirt couldn't be seen from beneath the clasped buttons of her duster, which flared open from her waist down. A pair of Levi jeans fitted to the slight curve in her legs. As she walked, a chain swayed from her belt loop.
Her name was Zoe Santee, and she was alone and afraid.
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"Hey, Jeremie, did you make any progress in Aelita's materialization?" Zoe heard a femme voice behind her say. She spun around, curious. Zoe first saw a blond-haired boy with glasses. She then saw the girl who was talking: a Japanese girl with shoulder-length black hair.
"No. I still have a lot to work out," the boy, Jeremie, replied.
"Oh, OK." Zoe's head drooped; it was going to be hard to make news friends.
The school bell was due to ring in a short time, and Zoe didn't want to be late for class. She zipped through the school yard, zig-zagging past her peers. She took caution as she ran, careful not to bump into her classmates, or trip over her own feet.
Boy, wouldn't that be funny... My first day of school, and I trip over nothing... Zoe smiled at the thought as she skidded around the corner of the lunchroom. Just as she veered around the corner, the first thing she saw was a boy, but she didn't have a chance to get a good look at him. He had been running to meet up with his friends, bolting through the schoolyard almost as fast as Zoe. He didn't have a chance to stop and--
"AH!" they both screamed. They smacked straight into each other and nearly toppled over from the impact. Their books tumbled to the ground, littering the sidewalk below them with paper. The boy, who regained composure first, grabbed Zoe's shoulders.
"Sorry! You OK?" he exclaimed. Zoe swayed with a lack of balance, but soon regained her footing.
"Y-yeah," she said, her voice high-pitch with shock. "I-I'm Zoe. You a-are?" She finally got a good look at him.
He was about an inch taller than her and had gravity defying blond hair with a purple crest above his forehead. He was clad in all purple-related colors.
"My name's Odd," replied the boy, who Zoe now knew was Odd. He bent down and grabbed her books, handing them up to her.
"Thanks." He smiled.
"No problem. It was my fault in the first place," he said, picking up his belongings.
"No it wasn't!" Zoe yelped. "I shouldn't've been runnin'!"
"I was running too, ya know," said Odd as he stood up, books in hand. "You're new here right?" Brushing a strand of hair away from her face, Zoe replied with a quiet "yeah." Odd took her schedule, which was sticking from the corner of her History book, and began to read it.
"You have History with Ms. Leria," Odd informed. "You're in my class."
Smiling, Zoe said, "Good. I... don't know where the classroom is." Odd took her arm, leading her into the school.
"Just follow me."
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Odd and Zoe stepped into Ms. Leria's classroom just a the bell started to ring. Odd took his seat near the back of the room while Zoe slid to Ms. Leria's desk. The red-headed, green-eyed teacher glanced up at the young blonde.
"You must be Zoe," she said.
"Yes, ma'am," Zoe replied. Ms. Leria, who couldn't be any more than 24 or 25 years old, stood up and smiled at her new student.
"Ah, it's good to hear a polite student these days. You can sit where ever there is an empty seat, since you're new." Zoe nodded and began to scan the room for an empty seat. She grinned at the sight of an empty chair beside Odd.
She trudged down the walkway between the rows of two-person desks, halting when she reached the back of the room.
"You don't mind if I sit by you, do you?" Zoe asked Odd.
"I don't mind at all!" he retorted. "It would be good anyway. Now I can tell you how to get to all of your other classes." She sat down beside him.
"Thanks, Odd." Well, I guess I've already made a friend.
Before Ms. Leria began her lesson, she directed the class's attention to the back of the room, to Zoe.
"Class, this is our new transfer student, Zoe Santee." The whole class turned around, staring a their new peer as she turned a bright red. "Zoe, why don't you tell us about yourself?" She stood up at her seat and gulped down nervousness.
"Um... Hi?" she began rather lamely. "I'm Zoe, as you know... I suppose... I'm from California, a state in America."
"Why did you move to France?" Ms. Leria asked. (AN: Code:Lyoko is based in France, isn't it? I know it was made there...) Zoe fidgeted.
"There was an earthquake near my town. My house was destroyed," she gulped. "So, I moved here to live with my aunt and uncle."
"Is your family OK?" Odd asked her.
"My parents died in the quake. My brother Marshall and my friend Leethy..." Zoe shuddered. "They... also died." Ms. Leria noticed her student's eyes begin to water.
"You may sit down, Zoe," she said. "I'm sorry you came here due to such unfortunate circumstances." Zoe nodded and took her seat, blinking a few times to keep her tears from falling.
"Don't worry, Zoe. Everything will be OK," Odd said. "You'll like the school."
"Yeah. I know." Odd smiled.
"I'll introduce you to Yumi, Ulrich, and Jeremie at lunch, OK?"
Zoe nodded. "That sounds cool to me."
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Turqi: Well, I'd say that's quite a bit longer... Hope it sounds better... anyway, you likey? You no likey? R&R pleeeeease!!!
Odd: I"m in the story, but where's Kiwi?
Turqi: -sigh- He'll be in it, don't worry!
Odd: Good.
Turqi: One thing confuses me. Why are the Code:Lyoko fics under anime? It may be anime based, but anime is made in Japan. C:L was made in France... Is it French anime?