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Chapter checkup: Yama, Tai and Takeru were on their way to school... the next part down there is from Yama. Way to keep up!! n.n
Yamato
Must... stay awake...
I stared at the cluttered blackboard, a jungle of endless, relentless equations that no human in any decent state of mind should be forced to endure. How could I have thought today was going to be a good one? So far, it's been pretty disappointing. I hadn't gotten to see Sora before school because she had to re-take a test, I forgot my lunch and to make things worse, the damn math teacher is piling on the homework... again.
At least next period is lunch... Oh wait... I forgot I don't have a lunch. Bringing this thought back into my mind, I let out a rather pitiful sigh without really noticing that I had, folding my arms on my desk so I could rest my chin on them. I kept my hopeless gaze on the board, despairing at the very thought of ever having to do this for homework tonight, much less for a living. After hearing my loud sigh, the teacher turned around and glared needles through me, using her heartless, ice cold stare to send shivers of hatred down my spine.
"YAMATO ISHIDA!!"
I yawned and waved to her with a lazy flick of my wrist, "That's what my license says... what's up?"
"Would you care to explain the next problem to the class?!"
Once again with the venomous eyes... O.o; That woman (if it is a woman ) could stare down a charging Lion...
By chance, I noticed Taichi had turned around to look at me, giving me that, 'What are you up to now, Yama?' glance. I shrugged to him and turned my bright blue eyes back towards the teacher, shaking my light head side to side slowly, letting out another sigh. "No... not really. But you're probably going to make me, huh?"
"Well Mr. Ishida!! You seem so confident; perhaps you could do a better chance at teaching the class!" She tapped the ground with the meter stick she had been using for a pointer, enraged that I had disrupted her class. Did she not notice that half of the kids were sleeping? "Well?! Get on up here and explain this problem!!"
Man... what did I get myself into? Let's see... 3 minutes? Feh... I could stall for 3 minutes in my sleep. Confidently I pushed away from my desk with my legs, getting up off my chair to proceed down the aisle, not taking my challenging glance from Lavashaw-sensei as I pulled the pointer from her death-like grip. A bunch of the students were snickering and giggling, giving me support against the math teacher everyone had hated from the moment they laid eyes on her.
Spinning on my heel, I walked over to the board, starting to pace back and forth. Only 2 minutes left... "Well," I began, "I have been so nicely offered this chance to explain problem...number... Um..." Oops...
"Eighteen!" shouted Taichi, giving me a wink, making me realize that it was pretty sweet to have a friend that, without a second thought in his mind, would stand by your side no matter what. And that's just what kind of person Taichi was. He tapped his finger against the desk, his chocolate eyes mocking me as I stood in front of the entire class. "On page 309 ...know-it-all."
I crossed my arms, laughing at him for a moment before turning to the class. 30 seconds.... 29...28... "Well... I really don't think there's much to explain. None of us can do most of these problems. I know I certainly can't unless I really focus on them. Unfortunately..." I set the ruler down on Lavashaw-sensei's desk, shrugging my shoulders as I walked to the door.
BRiiiiiiiiiiing!!!
"... It's lunchtime." And I slipped out the door, quickly met up by Taichi, who was shaking his head at me, stating the obvious: "If you're trying to get yourself a detention, you're halfway there"
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Lunchtime... Free time.
Is there a difference?
I think not.
"Yamato!! C'mon over here! I saved you a seat next to mine!"
"Be right there Sora, I've gotta buy a lunch... I forgot to take mine with me today."
"Hey, hey Taichi! You didn't need that project you left in science class did you? The one that lights up when you put the two wires together that you brought in there last week? For an art fair or something? Cuz Takeru told me that it wouldn't work if you got it wet and I told him that it would too. And then Kari said it would be really funny if it still worked, so I-"
"Daisuke!!" groaned Taichi, biffing Dai roughly across the back of his egotistic, brainless head. "I worked on that project for weeks!! That's a huge part of my grade!!! What am I gonna do now?!" Taichi dropped his chips and Gatorade on the table next to Daisuke and sat down, rubbing his head in distress. "And it's for a science fair. Not an art fair... " u.u;
Daisuke - -cowers- Ow...
The table filled up quickly as the rest of the 02 and 01 cast filed into the lunchroom, pulling up extra chairs after they had used up the ones around the table. Laughter and the loud voices of all the joyous teenagers bounced off the walls, making it seem louder than it really was. The obvious topic was the talent show, which Yamato had been upset about for some time now. As Taichi and Daisuke were talking about whether or not they could pass any soccer moves off for talent, Sora turned to Yama, who had been writing, re-writing and scratching out words on Koushiro's paper lunch bag. A troubled look played across his handsome features as he tapped the pen against the table, finding himself in distress as he tried to come up with something else.
Sora touched his arm gently, causing him to jump and look over at her in bewilderment. "Yamato? Are you ok? You haven't been yourself lately... Is there anything I can help with?"
Yama gave Sora his famous fake smirk, completely fooling her into thinking that all was well. "What are you talking about? I'm totally fine. I just need to think of some catchy lyrics for my new songs. I promised the school a few new ones for the talent show, remember?"
Sora nodded and smiled sweetly, lifting her fingers towards a strand of his hair that had fallen out of place, meaning to sweep it back to where it was before. To her surprise, Yama grabbed her hand like it was a subconscious reflex, staring at her with one of his golden eyebrows raised. "Sora... Don't Touch My hair...We've been over this..." He then set her hand gently on the table; turning his eyes back to the paper bag he had been scribbling on, leaving Sora to nod, upset, but knowing she had crossed the line.
In Yamato's mind, the day had still been extremely disappointing.
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Well that's all for now. I really do have lots and lots more chapters.... So plz R&R - Besides, there's prizes... oooooo prizes.... -giggles- and I'm giving away random prizes too! ... -thinks- hmm... I might give the first 5 ppl who R&R art prizes -nods- Indeed I will!! The first 5 ppl to R&R get art prizes! Email me!
Oh! Yama meets his next-door neighbor in the next chapter! - I'll post in a few days unless I get a review sooner!
