Hey everybody! I'm writing another Sorato, which is really scary! I guess that since for me this was the most evil, horrible episode of Digimon ever, I had to know what happened. They just imply, and it's so wrong. Don't know what I'm talking about? You soon will! Anyway, I'll probably update as soon as I get over my brainfart. If I don't, then Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and Happy 14th b-day to MEEEE on the 30th! Dec 30! Yay! Luv y'all, and enjoy! Digimon isn't mine, and any flames will be used to burn my language arts book! I hate that class with a passion! P.S., just to remind you, I hate Sorato, but oddly, I have another one planned! Weird!
Mrs. Ishida presents...
Ding!
The timer finally went off. Hopefully those cookies didn't burn. I know he absolutely hates any cookies that aren't soft, chewy, and golden brown. Picky, I know, but oh well. That's one of his many qualities I like about him, oddly. I walked into our kitchen, put on the little mitten glove things, whatever you call them, and pulled out the double fudge chocolate chip cookies. Perfect! They're absolutely perfect! All those lessons with him, hee hee, paid off!
'Ow, stupid tray!' I thought as I almost dropped the tray when it touched my bare wrist. Quickly, I put the tray on the counter, grabbed a plate from the cupboard, and a bag. After loading the cookies onto the plate and into the bag, I bounded to the mirror for a quick check. I sighed sadly, not completely happy with the reflection, but thought that this was as good as I was going to look. Straight red hair that went down to my shoulders, a little bit of a pale complexion minus the freckles, and red-hazlish eyes. At least I was tall and lean, unlike some of the other girls at my school. Right now, I'm so glad I decided to take up tennis a year ago! After another claming sigh, I reached into my purse, and fished around for the small piece of paper. Got it! The paper was a ticket. Not just any ticket, the ticket for his concert. I was shaking a little bit, partly from excitement and anxiousness, but I was also dead nervous. What if he turned me down? What if he was disgusted by the idea? What if he didn't like me at all? After all, there were tons of fangirls at school he could have, much a lot better looking than I can ever hope to be.
'But none of them really know him like I do!' I thought confidently, smiled, and smoothed out my skirt.
"This is the day that I'm gonna ask him out, and if he refuses, it's his loss," I said aloud, as if this would make all my secret hopes come true. Yep, after months of waiting and gathering up my courage, Sora will ask out Matt, the rockstar, the rebel, the incredibly fine yet sweetheart of a digidestined.