Disclaimer: I do not own YGO, but I do own "Ms. James" and "Zach" and both
faux email. You may use one if you wish, but you MUST ask me!!!!!
Notes:
My longest chapter yet!! Over one thousand, seven hundred words!! Go me!!
I still need a first name for "Ms. James" no one has given me ideas. Anyway, if you submit a name, I will surely use it somehow. And if your name is chosen for "Ms. James," then I will thank you with a plushie of you choice! And all submitters will get a personal thank you in the next chapter of "MY Escape."
And my other stories need review too, so check them out, please!!
Also, thank you to my eight reviewers so far, I continue for you!!!!!!!!!
Chapter Three: Posers, Players, and Playing Hookie on Detention.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ryou reached school, and began to face his 'poser' friends. They tried to stay his friends, but they had nothing in common with him. Poor Ryou was talent less in sports and fighting and had no knowledge of games and of true friendship. He sat in his chair and opened a novel about a prince getting rescued by a princess, for once.
He thought it ironic that he liked this book. He was like a prince wanting to be rescued, but all the princesses didn't want to break a nail and were too frightened of becoming an acquaintance of the shy boy. Everyone either picked on him, posed as his friends, or (in the case of his Yami) beat him constantly until tears flowed from his chocolate eyes.
Homeroom ended without an incident, and he headed to home economics. He truthfully dislikes this class. He saved the word 'hate' for his Yami. Within five minutes of attempting to cook vanilla bean cake crisps; Ryou had been burned several times. So now he was on his way to the nurse, and undoubtedly, his class mates were laughing behind his back.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! "Ms. James'" POV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I sit in this stupid room. I don't know how many times I have had a day that I wasn't in here after school, but there haven't been many. This room is not a prison for me, but a place where the snoring of Mr. Yawnhouse helps me write my poetry, which I then place on my website, the only reason I am alive today. Today, I had my laptop with me, so I checked my review/hits on the site. One caught my attention immediately.
! The Review
From: Ryou
Email: ChangeOfHeartLightduelmoster.baka
Topic: I like your poems
Message: I can relate to your poems, they touch me. I don't have a single talented bone in my body, but maybe you could give me your opinion on my poems and see if they are any good. Anyway, I like these, do you have more? You sound like a soulful person; I only hope that you don't write you true feelings, which would be awful!
!End of Review
'Alright' I thought, and then decided to give this person a chance, thought I wouldn't tell them the truth about myself. I wrote:
!Email Reply to Review
To: ChangeOfHeartLightduelmoster.baka
From: darkbunnies668ihateyou.hop
Subject: This is the writer of those poems that you reviewed.
Message: Hey, I got your review. I would love to hear you poem(s). I am always open to anyone. How can you relate to my poems, you aren't abused are you? As for you being talentless, different people have talent for different things, you never know! You may think you're not good at poetry, but someone else may think you are a perfect poet! You could also have talent for something else! Thanks for the soulful compliment.
Signed,
Darkbunnies668
!end of message
with that I ended my message, ready to be released from detention in one minute, after all who cares if I leave only a mere two hours early. No one cares, right? No one would sure miss me!
!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ryou's POV during lunch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I sit at their table, yet their conversation I am not invited to join. What posers. I want to go to the computer lab to check my email. I don't know why I bother, there will only be spam, nothing else. I don't know why I even check it. Everyone ignore me, so I won't have mail. Sometimes I think I'm hopeless. No true friends, yet I am in frequent acquaintance with a friendship-freak! I mean, Tea is nice and all, but she could lighten up al little. Every time she speaks, I feel even more left out. As for Tristan and Joey, they only think about girls and Yugi only about games. I fit into none of the categories, at least I think so.
I am definitely not a jock or a cheerleader, not a popular kid either, I am not a nerd, nor a drama-king. I have my own category, but I just wish I had more friends. Some person who could share my interests, not make fun of me for unknown reasons! I have been teased and mocked for many things. None bother me so much, but when the make fun of my hair! That gets me really upset.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! "Ms. James'" POV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I finally got out of my house, the second I walked in and shoved my backpack in a corner; I walked out to the non-soothing sounds of my adoptive parents fighting, undoubtedly over me.
I turn the corner and walk strait into my fellow troublemaker, Zach. He is a little nicer than me, and is several grades younger. He has a girlfriend, and has gone further with her than I ever have. Speaking of that, I have never had a boyfriend, nor been kissed. I was never a fling, and I never have been danced with. Think you know me? Guess again, I am a party girl, but solo.
Sometimes I wish for someone who won't run when the police come. Zach does that. I get caught solo, no one believes me. Zach's family is rich and 'perfect' to the outside world. Mine, well, isn't.
He ignores me as he keeps walking down the alleyway with two girls. I know for a fact neither are related to him, nor are they his girlfriend. Speaking of his girlfriend, she is a preppy cheerleader, Capitan of the cheer squad, and all around bitch. Her prissy name is Pricilla. What a player Zach is. . .
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ryou's POV at his house, Bakura is somewhere . . . !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My escape. . . I finally see it. After a long day at school with posers, my computer! I log into my email and find a letter to me. /me/!! I have an email, but from who? I click on the red icon and a screen pops up. The screen that shows the email from the poet on that website! She wrote back!
!Email (again so Ryou can read)
To: ChangeOfHeartLightduelmoster.baka
From: darkbunnies668ihateyou.hop
Subject: This is the writer of those poems that you reviewed.
Message: Hey, I got your review. I would love to hear you poem(s). I am always open to anyone. How can you relate to my poems, you aren't abused are you? As for you being talentless, different people have talent for different things, you never know! You may think you're not good at poetry, but someone else may think you are a perfect poet! You could also have talent for something else! Thanks for the soulful compliment.
Signed,
Darkbunnies668
!end of message
'Talent for different things.' What could she mean?! I am too meek for anything bold, too scrawny for anything heavy, and too shy for socialization! She kind of does have a point, though. Um . . . what am I good at? I'll think about that later.
I grab a washcloth from the kitchen and dampen it, after all Bakura won't clean the keyboard from blood himself! I wash the keys and they wash the cloth. The rest of the house is alright, so I decide to write a reply to the poet, maybe then she can tell me her name. I don't want to keep calling her "the poet," do I?
! The email Reply
To: darkbunnies668ihateyou.hop
From: ChangeOfHeartLightduelmoster.baka
Subject: This is the Reviewer of the Stories you wrote
Message:
Thank you for the advice on talent. You really inspired me. Maybe you could read my poems? By the way, my name is Ryou, what's yours? I enclosed copies of my poems, just don't copy them.
"It seems that every day that passes,
Every single day that passes,
Every moment that's gone by,
I just want to huddle up and cry.
Oh how he hurts me, day after day,
Why should I in this world stay?
Why should I put up with his anger?
Why, why with his towards me anger?
It seems I am a stranger to myself,
Just watching my other self.
Why did Ra give me his item?
Why can I not just fight him?
No, no that would be wrong,
And I am not at all strong,
For I were to fight back,
I'd just fall, back and back
Sometimes I wish I could be invisible,
But then friends can't see me for me until I'm visible."
Then this one-
"I'm the shy boy that no one can see,
You see a flash of white, and it's me.
Even around my friends, the story never ends,
I just seem like for my friends, I have to bend.
I'm so silent you barely hear me,
Without my friends, here I wouldn't be,
Instead my Yami I would have offended,
And my life there would be ended.
I realize this poem is sad,
But while writing it, I'm glad.
My escape, my ride to fantasy,
Is writing, my road to fantasy!"
If you have any suggestions, I'm open! And no, I'm not abused, are you? It seems like it.
Signed,
Ryou a. k. a. "Change of Heart Light"
! End of reply
With that Ryou clicked the orange send button, revealing two poems to the world. He heard the door slam and the drunken voice of Yami Bakura. He quickly closed the internet. And waited as his Yami's footsteps were heard coming up the old stairs.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Please review; I really would like feedback on this story!!
Notes:
My longest chapter yet!! Over one thousand, seven hundred words!! Go me!!
I still need a first name for "Ms. James" no one has given me ideas. Anyway, if you submit a name, I will surely use it somehow. And if your name is chosen for "Ms. James," then I will thank you with a plushie of you choice! And all submitters will get a personal thank you in the next chapter of "MY Escape."
And my other stories need review too, so check them out, please!!
Also, thank you to my eight reviewers so far, I continue for you!!!!!!!!!
Chapter Three: Posers, Players, and Playing Hookie on Detention.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ryou reached school, and began to face his 'poser' friends. They tried to stay his friends, but they had nothing in common with him. Poor Ryou was talent less in sports and fighting and had no knowledge of games and of true friendship. He sat in his chair and opened a novel about a prince getting rescued by a princess, for once.
He thought it ironic that he liked this book. He was like a prince wanting to be rescued, but all the princesses didn't want to break a nail and were too frightened of becoming an acquaintance of the shy boy. Everyone either picked on him, posed as his friends, or (in the case of his Yami) beat him constantly until tears flowed from his chocolate eyes.
Homeroom ended without an incident, and he headed to home economics. He truthfully dislikes this class. He saved the word 'hate' for his Yami. Within five minutes of attempting to cook vanilla bean cake crisps; Ryou had been burned several times. So now he was on his way to the nurse, and undoubtedly, his class mates were laughing behind his back.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! "Ms. James'" POV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I sit in this stupid room. I don't know how many times I have had a day that I wasn't in here after school, but there haven't been many. This room is not a prison for me, but a place where the snoring of Mr. Yawnhouse helps me write my poetry, which I then place on my website, the only reason I am alive today. Today, I had my laptop with me, so I checked my review/hits on the site. One caught my attention immediately.
! The Review
From: Ryou
Email: ChangeOfHeartLightduelmoster.baka
Topic: I like your poems
Message: I can relate to your poems, they touch me. I don't have a single talented bone in my body, but maybe you could give me your opinion on my poems and see if they are any good. Anyway, I like these, do you have more? You sound like a soulful person; I only hope that you don't write you true feelings, which would be awful!
!End of Review
'Alright' I thought, and then decided to give this person a chance, thought I wouldn't tell them the truth about myself. I wrote:
!Email Reply to Review
To: ChangeOfHeartLightduelmoster.baka
From: darkbunnies668ihateyou.hop
Subject: This is the writer of those poems that you reviewed.
Message: Hey, I got your review. I would love to hear you poem(s). I am always open to anyone. How can you relate to my poems, you aren't abused are you? As for you being talentless, different people have talent for different things, you never know! You may think you're not good at poetry, but someone else may think you are a perfect poet! You could also have talent for something else! Thanks for the soulful compliment.
Signed,
Darkbunnies668
!end of message
with that I ended my message, ready to be released from detention in one minute, after all who cares if I leave only a mere two hours early. No one cares, right? No one would sure miss me!
!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ryou's POV during lunch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I sit at their table, yet their conversation I am not invited to join. What posers. I want to go to the computer lab to check my email. I don't know why I bother, there will only be spam, nothing else. I don't know why I even check it. Everyone ignore me, so I won't have mail. Sometimes I think I'm hopeless. No true friends, yet I am in frequent acquaintance with a friendship-freak! I mean, Tea is nice and all, but she could lighten up al little. Every time she speaks, I feel even more left out. As for Tristan and Joey, they only think about girls and Yugi only about games. I fit into none of the categories, at least I think so.
I am definitely not a jock or a cheerleader, not a popular kid either, I am not a nerd, nor a drama-king. I have my own category, but I just wish I had more friends. Some person who could share my interests, not make fun of me for unknown reasons! I have been teased and mocked for many things. None bother me so much, but when the make fun of my hair! That gets me really upset.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! "Ms. James'" POV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I finally got out of my house, the second I walked in and shoved my backpack in a corner; I walked out to the non-soothing sounds of my adoptive parents fighting, undoubtedly over me.
I turn the corner and walk strait into my fellow troublemaker, Zach. He is a little nicer than me, and is several grades younger. He has a girlfriend, and has gone further with her than I ever have. Speaking of that, I have never had a boyfriend, nor been kissed. I was never a fling, and I never have been danced with. Think you know me? Guess again, I am a party girl, but solo.
Sometimes I wish for someone who won't run when the police come. Zach does that. I get caught solo, no one believes me. Zach's family is rich and 'perfect' to the outside world. Mine, well, isn't.
He ignores me as he keeps walking down the alleyway with two girls. I know for a fact neither are related to him, nor are they his girlfriend. Speaking of his girlfriend, she is a preppy cheerleader, Capitan of the cheer squad, and all around bitch. Her prissy name is Pricilla. What a player Zach is. . .
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ryou's POV at his house, Bakura is somewhere . . . !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My escape. . . I finally see it. After a long day at school with posers, my computer! I log into my email and find a letter to me. /me/!! I have an email, but from who? I click on the red icon and a screen pops up. The screen that shows the email from the poet on that website! She wrote back!
!Email (again so Ryou can read)
To: ChangeOfHeartLightduelmoster.baka
From: darkbunnies668ihateyou.hop
Subject: This is the writer of those poems that you reviewed.
Message: Hey, I got your review. I would love to hear you poem(s). I am always open to anyone. How can you relate to my poems, you aren't abused are you? As for you being talentless, different people have talent for different things, you never know! You may think you're not good at poetry, but someone else may think you are a perfect poet! You could also have talent for something else! Thanks for the soulful compliment.
Signed,
Darkbunnies668
!end of message
'Talent for different things.' What could she mean?! I am too meek for anything bold, too scrawny for anything heavy, and too shy for socialization! She kind of does have a point, though. Um . . . what am I good at? I'll think about that later.
I grab a washcloth from the kitchen and dampen it, after all Bakura won't clean the keyboard from blood himself! I wash the keys and they wash the cloth. The rest of the house is alright, so I decide to write a reply to the poet, maybe then she can tell me her name. I don't want to keep calling her "the poet," do I?
! The email Reply
To: darkbunnies668ihateyou.hop
From: ChangeOfHeartLightduelmoster.baka
Subject: This is the Reviewer of the Stories you wrote
Message:
Thank you for the advice on talent. You really inspired me. Maybe you could read my poems? By the way, my name is Ryou, what's yours? I enclosed copies of my poems, just don't copy them.
"It seems that every day that passes,
Every single day that passes,
Every moment that's gone by,
I just want to huddle up and cry.
Oh how he hurts me, day after day,
Why should I in this world stay?
Why should I put up with his anger?
Why, why with his towards me anger?
It seems I am a stranger to myself,
Just watching my other self.
Why did Ra give me his item?
Why can I not just fight him?
No, no that would be wrong,
And I am not at all strong,
For I were to fight back,
I'd just fall, back and back
Sometimes I wish I could be invisible,
But then friends can't see me for me until I'm visible."
Then this one-
"I'm the shy boy that no one can see,
You see a flash of white, and it's me.
Even around my friends, the story never ends,
I just seem like for my friends, I have to bend.
I'm so silent you barely hear me,
Without my friends, here I wouldn't be,
Instead my Yami I would have offended,
And my life there would be ended.
I realize this poem is sad,
But while writing it, I'm glad.
My escape, my ride to fantasy,
Is writing, my road to fantasy!"
If you have any suggestions, I'm open! And no, I'm not abused, are you? It seems like it.
Signed,
Ryou a. k. a. "Change of Heart Light"
! End of reply
With that Ryou clicked the orange send button, revealing two poems to the world. He heard the door slam and the drunken voice of Yami Bakura. He quickly closed the internet. And waited as his Yami's footsteps were heard coming up the old stairs.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Please review; I really would like feedback on this story!!