I do not own "The Ruby in the Smoke" – it belongs to Philip Pullman.
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"Remember Joey, we have some English homework." Yugi reminded Joey as they were walking home from school one afternoon.
"Ha, don't you know by now that no matter what you do Joey will never do his homework?" Tristan laughed at Yugi's most likely failed attempts to help Joey.
During all this Joey just stayed silent, he knew they thought he didn't even try to do his school work. Anyway there wasn't any point trying to convince them otherwise. It must have been at least a year since Joey actually turned in any of his homework. His friends didn't say anything about it, they had long since knew that Joey never bothered doing anything related to school.
After the friends said their good-byes, Joey walked up to his appartment. He unlocked the door and walked inside. He dropped his school bag on the floor of the kitchen and grabbed a coke from the fridge. He snapped open the can and took a sip staring into space for a second.
Joey put down the coke and opened his bag taking out a small black book. He picked up his drink and headed over to his room. He shut the door behind him so his poster of Led Zepplin was staring at him.
Joey sat down at his desk, placing the coke on the wooden surface. He looked at the cover of the black book – "The Ruby in the Smoke" by Philip Pullman. They were reading that book in class, over half-way through the book and yet Joey hadn't even opened the book. Maybe he was lazy, not caring that he was barely even passing his classes.
No, that's not right. He was doing fine in all his classes – all but one. English. The teachers thought he wasn't even trying. A rebellious punk who was trying to make a statement by just sitting around and doing nothing. But if you talked to his math teacher they would say he was a perfect pupil. Always understanding, getting B's with the occassional A's and a pleasure to teach.
But English was a totally different story.
Joey opened the book to the second chapter, they had read the first chapter in class – though I'm not sure how much Joey remembered because he probably wasn't paying attention.
"Several days went by. There was an..." He paused for a second.
"An in... quest. Inquest." He read on, though shortly after stopped again.
"The in...con...ven...i...ence, the inconvenience." He smiled and kept on reading for a couple of minutes or so. But, again a few pages later he stopped once more.
"The third of our new ac...qu...qu...quaint...ances. Acquaintances." He sighed but read on yet again.
"A more com...pass, compass...i...on...ate. Compass-I-on-ate. No, that can't be it." He groaned loudly and glared at the word, bringing the book closer as if to examine the word itself. He frowned squinting down at the word then suddenly he threw the book across the room.
"Freakin' book." Joey hated reading, anything to do with reading. He hated how everyone thought he was lazy or just didn't try. Hell, he tried - but that never made a difference. It was just that reading was so hard, just a jumble of words on the page.
And it's not that he could ask his friends for help. He didn't want them to think he was lazy AND stupid.
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Seto Kaiba stepped out of his car and started walking up the path torwards his house. His eyes gazed down at the cracks in the pavement and as he walked he counted each and every crack.
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5," Then suddenly he shook his head angerly and clenched his mouth shut as if to stop himself from counting but secretly inside his head the numbers were counting themselves – 6, 7, 8, 9, 10.
He opened the door and relieved he stepped inside. He walked down the hall stopping a few moments later in the doorway of a room.
"How was school Mokuba?" Mokuba looked up from his homework he was working on and ran to his older brother and gave him a hug.
"Boring, and you?"
"Boring also." Seto said smiling whilst hugging his little brother.
"I've got some work to do though," Mokuba looked suspisously at Seto but then let him go and when back to doing his homework. Seto continued walking down the hall to his room.
He set down his briefcase on the floor next to his desk and switched on his computer. He sank down into his chair lost in thought, but whatever was bothering him went right out of his head a few minutes later. Once his computer was on he was busy working, writing stuff or whatever people like him did on the computer.
But just because what he had forgotton what he was thinking about before, didn't mean it was permamently gone. Nope it came back a fast as it had left.
Mokuba had just called Seto to dinner, and Seto being the workaholic he was told him he'd be there in a minute which in Seto talk means leave me alone I'm WORKING! So Mokuba just left him at the computer, and went on ahead to dinner because like a normal person he was hungry.
But since Seto was human after all - no matter how much you may disagree - he finally decided to go to dinner because he was hungry. He closed down all the programs and headed to the door... and stopped.
He stood there for a second, as if he was thinking about wether he forgot something and was about to turn right around to go get it. But he didn't turn around, he tried to walk out the door – and failed. It was as if he was stuck in the door fame, frozen in space.
His eyes flickered over to the windows.
"Damn." He turned around, though reluctent.
"Not again," He whispered but it was too late.
He was standing next to the windows. He raised his hand and slowly - one by one - Seto touched each and every window pane. Luckily there weren't to many window panes or he'd be stuck in there forever, litrally.
"Damn." He muttered again and walked out the door, this time successful. He continued muttering to himself as he walked down the hall torwards the kitchen.
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"Remember Joey, we have some English homework." Yugi reminded Joey as they were walking home from school one afternoon.
"Ha, don't you know by now that no matter what you do Joey will never do his homework?" Tristan laughed at Yugi's most likely failed attempts to help Joey.
During all this Joey just stayed silent, he knew they thought he didn't even try to do his school work. Anyway there wasn't any point trying to convince them otherwise. It must have been at least a year since Joey actually turned in any of his homework. His friends didn't say anything about it, they had long since knew that Joey never bothered doing anything related to school.
After the friends said their good-byes, Joey walked up to his appartment. He unlocked the door and walked inside. He dropped his school bag on the floor of the kitchen and grabbed a coke from the fridge. He snapped open the can and took a sip staring into space for a second.
Joey put down the coke and opened his bag taking out a small black book. He picked up his drink and headed over to his room. He shut the door behind him so his poster of Led Zepplin was staring at him.
Joey sat down at his desk, placing the coke on the wooden surface. He looked at the cover of the black book – "The Ruby in the Smoke" by Philip Pullman. They were reading that book in class, over half-way through the book and yet Joey hadn't even opened the book. Maybe he was lazy, not caring that he was barely even passing his classes.
No, that's not right. He was doing fine in all his classes – all but one. English. The teachers thought he wasn't even trying. A rebellious punk who was trying to make a statement by just sitting around and doing nothing. But if you talked to his math teacher they would say he was a perfect pupil. Always understanding, getting B's with the occassional A's and a pleasure to teach.
But English was a totally different story.
Joey opened the book to the second chapter, they had read the first chapter in class – though I'm not sure how much Joey remembered because he probably wasn't paying attention.
"Several days went by. There was an..." He paused for a second.
"An in... quest. Inquest." He read on, though shortly after stopped again.
"The in...con...ven...i...ence, the inconvenience." He smiled and kept on reading for a couple of minutes or so. But, again a few pages later he stopped once more.
"The third of our new ac...qu...qu...quaint...ances. Acquaintances." He sighed but read on yet again.
"A more com...pass, compass...i...on...ate. Compass-I-on-ate. No, that can't be it." He groaned loudly and glared at the word, bringing the book closer as if to examine the word itself. He frowned squinting down at the word then suddenly he threw the book across the room.
"Freakin' book." Joey hated reading, anything to do with reading. He hated how everyone thought he was lazy or just didn't try. Hell, he tried - but that never made a difference. It was just that reading was so hard, just a jumble of words on the page.
And it's not that he could ask his friends for help. He didn't want them to think he was lazy AND stupid.
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Seto Kaiba stepped out of his car and started walking up the path torwards his house. His eyes gazed down at the cracks in the pavement and as he walked he counted each and every crack.
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5," Then suddenly he shook his head angerly and clenched his mouth shut as if to stop himself from counting but secretly inside his head the numbers were counting themselves – 6, 7, 8, 9, 10.
He opened the door and relieved he stepped inside. He walked down the hall stopping a few moments later in the doorway of a room.
"How was school Mokuba?" Mokuba looked up from his homework he was working on and ran to his older brother and gave him a hug.
"Boring, and you?"
"Boring also." Seto said smiling whilst hugging his little brother.
"I've got some work to do though," Mokuba looked suspisously at Seto but then let him go and when back to doing his homework. Seto continued walking down the hall to his room.
He set down his briefcase on the floor next to his desk and switched on his computer. He sank down into his chair lost in thought, but whatever was bothering him went right out of his head a few minutes later. Once his computer was on he was busy working, writing stuff or whatever people like him did on the computer.
But just because what he had forgotton what he was thinking about before, didn't mean it was permamently gone. Nope it came back a fast as it had left.
Mokuba had just called Seto to dinner, and Seto being the workaholic he was told him he'd be there in a minute which in Seto talk means leave me alone I'm WORKING! So Mokuba just left him at the computer, and went on ahead to dinner because like a normal person he was hungry.
But since Seto was human after all - no matter how much you may disagree - he finally decided to go to dinner because he was hungry. He closed down all the programs and headed to the door... and stopped.
He stood there for a second, as if he was thinking about wether he forgot something and was about to turn right around to go get it. But he didn't turn around, he tried to walk out the door – and failed. It was as if he was stuck in the door fame, frozen in space.
His eyes flickered over to the windows.
"Damn." He turned around, though reluctent.
"Not again," He whispered but it was too late.
He was standing next to the windows. He raised his hand and slowly - one by one - Seto touched each and every window pane. Luckily there weren't to many window panes or he'd be stuck in there forever, litrally.
"Damn." He muttered again and walked out the door, this time successful. He continued muttering to himself as he walked down the hall torwards the kitchen.
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