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Chapter 2: No One Has It As Bad As Me.
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Ryou lay there, beaten and bloody, his Yami towering over him with a blood- stained "rose-thorned" whip. Every time that he was hit by it, it stung like fiery words and fiery memories and fiery 'up-in-flames' friends and family. Blood tainted the walls in the closet where he was being beaten, abused. His Yami shut the door and undoubtedly locked it from the outside. Ryou lay there helplessly.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!Two Hours Later, 6:30 a.m. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bakura had opened the door and left, Ryou awoke and tumbled into the shower. After thoroughly washing the blood out of his tresses and the dried scabby blood off his skin, he changed into his school uniform, and took some Advil for the pain. He still had about twenty minutes before he had to walk to school, so he opened up his computer, after he saw to it that Bakura was no where in sight. He opened the internet, and playboy.com popped up. It seemed that Bakura had found out how to use his computer that would be why there is dried blood all over the keyboard and mouse. He exited, thinking that he should also clean this up today, but for now he decided to, for once in his short life, Procrastinate.
His finger found their way to the poem sight, just like before. He now saw a small button that said, make comments as the bottom of the screen. He clicked and a screen popped up, asking for his email address and comments. He typed in his email, "ChangeOfHeartLightduelmoster.baka" and typed in his long comment. He exited and left for school, praying that the house wouldn't burn down, again.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!In San Francisco, California, America. The Writer of the poem (website)'s POV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I stretch as I get out of bed, and slip my petite feet into my "Playboy" slippers. I am late to school, again. Most likely I will have detention, again.
I arrive at school, way later than my normal lateness, and walk casually into the class, acting as if I had all the time in the world; and as if I wasn't late. Too bad, my teacher, I don't even know, nor do I want to know, his name, spotted me.
"Detention, Ms. James," he said. If I had a dollar for every time a teacher had said that to me, well, I'd have a whole load of cash, plus more to use for my fireplace. That way, I wouldn't be so cold every night!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AT Lunch, Ms. James (No First name yet)'s POV !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Well, if it isn't the Lame Brain! Too bad she doesn't have enough brains to be called a /lame/ brain!" said a vain cheerleading blonde named Pricilla.
"Shut it ms-Prissy!" I say, almost happy at the way she twitches at being called that.
To my surprise, she slapped me, and as we bickered, a ring chanting 'fight' was formed around up.
"Ms. JAMES!!!" yelled a voice, which I would recognize any day. She was our principle, and I knew her better than any trouble-maker. She picked on me, and always was on the side of the person who was really guilty. I guess she just hated me. No, not just, 'ugh!' hate, but full-out horrendous curse- word utter hate! And I hated her too, not for the fact that she was my adoptive aunt, but because she disliked me more than I dislike her. Oh, how like treats me like a piece of shit.
Now I sit in her neat gigantic office as she yells at me about how much trouble I am in. I easily tune her out, and my mind goes to my website. It is the only thing that makes me want to pursue the challenge of living, the only way I can express my true self.
I bet it no one has it as bad as me. . . . . .
!!!!!!!Ryou's POV on the way to Domino City High School!!!!!!!!!!
I bet no one has it as bad as me. . . . . .
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Please Review, I need to know that someone likes this story!
Chapter 2: No One Has It As Bad As Me.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ryou lay there, beaten and bloody, his Yami towering over him with a blood- stained "rose-thorned" whip. Every time that he was hit by it, it stung like fiery words and fiery memories and fiery 'up-in-flames' friends and family. Blood tainted the walls in the closet where he was being beaten, abused. His Yami shut the door and undoubtedly locked it from the outside. Ryou lay there helplessly.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!Two Hours Later, 6:30 a.m. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bakura had opened the door and left, Ryou awoke and tumbled into the shower. After thoroughly washing the blood out of his tresses and the dried scabby blood off his skin, he changed into his school uniform, and took some Advil for the pain. He still had about twenty minutes before he had to walk to school, so he opened up his computer, after he saw to it that Bakura was no where in sight. He opened the internet, and playboy.com popped up. It seemed that Bakura had found out how to use his computer that would be why there is dried blood all over the keyboard and mouse. He exited, thinking that he should also clean this up today, but for now he decided to, for once in his short life, Procrastinate.
His finger found their way to the poem sight, just like before. He now saw a small button that said, make comments as the bottom of the screen. He clicked and a screen popped up, asking for his email address and comments. He typed in his email, "ChangeOfHeartLightduelmoster.baka" and typed in his long comment. He exited and left for school, praying that the house wouldn't burn down, again.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!In San Francisco, California, America. The Writer of the poem (website)'s POV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I stretch as I get out of bed, and slip my petite feet into my "Playboy" slippers. I am late to school, again. Most likely I will have detention, again.
I arrive at school, way later than my normal lateness, and walk casually into the class, acting as if I had all the time in the world; and as if I wasn't late. Too bad, my teacher, I don't even know, nor do I want to know, his name, spotted me.
"Detention, Ms. James," he said. If I had a dollar for every time a teacher had said that to me, well, I'd have a whole load of cash, plus more to use for my fireplace. That way, I wouldn't be so cold every night!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AT Lunch, Ms. James (No First name yet)'s POV !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Well, if it isn't the Lame Brain! Too bad she doesn't have enough brains to be called a /lame/ brain!" said a vain cheerleading blonde named Pricilla.
"Shut it ms-Prissy!" I say, almost happy at the way she twitches at being called that.
To my surprise, she slapped me, and as we bickered, a ring chanting 'fight' was formed around up.
"Ms. JAMES!!!" yelled a voice, which I would recognize any day. She was our principle, and I knew her better than any trouble-maker. She picked on me, and always was on the side of the person who was really guilty. I guess she just hated me. No, not just, 'ugh!' hate, but full-out horrendous curse- word utter hate! And I hated her too, not for the fact that she was my adoptive aunt, but because she disliked me more than I dislike her. Oh, how like treats me like a piece of shit.
Now I sit in her neat gigantic office as she yells at me about how much trouble I am in. I easily tune her out, and my mind goes to my website. It is the only thing that makes me want to pursue the challenge of living, the only way I can express my true self.
I bet it no one has it as bad as me. . . . . .
!!!!!!!Ryou's POV on the way to Domino City High School!!!!!!!!!!
I bet no one has it as bad as me. . . . . .
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Please Review, I need to know that someone likes this story!