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Feel the wrath of my nuts!

Author's note: Do you believe in the curse of Friday the Thirteenth? I don't believe that it's a day of bad luck, but I had the STRANGEST day yesterday!

First, the piano for the church was still in the Saint George Lucas Center in the gym (it's a school and a parish office!), so we used the organ for mass. Then we were thirty minutes late for our student council meeting. I turned in my story that sprouted another foot or so (It's a size 8 font (the smallest) and it poured to 9 pages! I will post it up. It's a one-shot fic on Avatar. To any Avatar fans, I have one up, so check it out!) Then, one of the teachers the kindergarten teacher, Ms. Santana got purposed to in the MOST adorable way! (I forget his name. I've met him before. I'm friend with Santana' brother. He's cool. If anyone wants to know how it happened, ask me before the next chapter.) I'm not done. I said the day was strange.

NEHO, I was going to go to the movies with my friends (we'll call them Steve and Mary), but Steve's grandma was late, so we were late for picking up Steve's sister. So when we were going to pick up his sister, a friend (Zade) calls Steve asking him to drive him home because he got a lot of X's on his parental weekly bulletin (it basically tells your parents of your progress every week (e.g.: Say you forgot to turn in your homework for math one day, you get a red x on the bulletin.) and his dad was P.O ed at him he kicked him out of the car! So we were an hour late to picking up his sis. I felt so freakin' GUILTY (not saying why.), so we had to catch a later show and the only change of clothes I had was my karate gi, 'cause I thought I'd be back in time for karate. Before the movie, we ate dinner. Mary and Steve had chicken from some place call "Kenny Roger's Chicken Grill" or some-at and got food poisoning. Then once the movie was over, Steve's grandma's car wouldn't start! We were all home by nine. And that was my day yesterday.

And to my ONLY reviewer, Wiltedr0es, I went looking for your story, but I can't find it. Why'd you remove it?

Chapter two: Worst day ever!

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The room Danny was staying in was very hospitable. It was almost like a hotel room. The walls painted white, the queen size bed with the sheets that made the bed look like one from the hotel, everything just like his own room. But Danny wasn't paying attention to it. He was sleeping, the airplane ride totally taking a toll on him. It seemed no sooner he had fallen asleep, someone was waking him up.

"Fenton-san, wake up. If you sleep any later, you'll be late for the first day."

He really didn't know who told him that, it was probably Suki. She really reminded him of his own mom. He turned on his side to look at the alarm clock.

6:00 a.m.

Six? His mind was processing this. He usually woke up at seven. He dragged himself out of the bad, towards his suitcase. His mind was still grumbling that he had to wake up so early. After he pulled his clothe on, by rote, he went to put his shoes on, but remembered he couldn't until he was leaving. He remembered how he learned that.

"You retarded fagg; don't you know that you're supposed to take your shoes off? Where'd you grow up, a barn?"

He glowered, remembering Noudou's comment. Ever since he had gotten to Japan, she wasn't very welcoming. All she did was criticize what he did.

After he had dragged himself into the kitchen, his worst enemy's voice woke him up.

"Hey Fenton, what took you? You act as if you've never been up this early."

"I haven't," he mumbled. He sat down at the table, a plate of eggs, bacon and toast placed in front of him.

"Eat," Noudou snapped. "It's not gonna bite."

"No, but I will if you don't stop it," Suki told her daughter. Danny shot a look of victory, Noudou gave him the finger.

"I choose to ignore that," he muttered.

"Go ahead, fruit."

"Hey," Danny said, changing the subject. "Where's Norejii?"

"Oh, she goes to a different school," Suki answered. "She goes to Tomodea Junior High."

"And we don't," Noudou stated the obvious. "We go to a school that's an hour away. Why? I'd like to know the same thing!" she asked, direction the question to her mom.

"Because it's still in the district and your father can take you."

"No one gives a shit," Noudou mumbled under her breath.

"Well, you guys only have forty minutes, you better hurry."

'-'

Noseru dropped them of at the rich looking school. Unfortunately, he couldn't figure out what anything said; it was all in kanji.

"Uh, what does the sign say," he asked Noudou cautiously.

She let out a histrionic sigh and read out the school name. "It's Kyoshi High. First order in education: learn to read kanji. Follow me, pre-k." He glared at her, his hand balled into fist and glowing green. But he followed her into the grand school.

The inside was all white, windows lining the walls. Lockers were on the other sides, classrooms, of what he could see, look fairly large. She led him to a large office, which he assumed was the administration office. She walked up to a lady at a desk, who was talking on a phone in Japanese. Of what he learned from Ri, she was talking to a woman regarding something about band.

"Oi!" Noudou rudely interrupted. The lady glared at her, putting the woman she was talking to on hold.

"What?" the woman asked.

(Just as a note, if you see something italicized, that usually means they're conversing in Japanese. Now if it's in regular font and surrounded by text that is italicized, then they're talking in Japanese.)

"This is the kid for the Foreign Exchange Student who-ha, and he needs to speak with the principal."

"Alright, just into the door on the right." Noudou nodded, and with a curt nod to him in the direction of the door, she led him into a room.

It was quite plain. It was white like the rest of the school, a desk right next to a door. A closet sat behind his desk, and a filing cabinet next to that. Pictures of random people littered the place. An ivory plant hung from the ceiling.

"Sir," Noudou said, surprisingly, in a respectful tome. "This is Fenton. He's the student from-."

"Casper High?" the principal responded with an accent. "Yes, thank you. Welcome, Fenton-san, to Kyoshi High."

"Heh, thanks," he laughed nervously. "But please, call me Danny." The principal stared at him with a quizzical look.

"Moron," Noudou mumbled. Danny glared at her, but turned to principal.

"Alright then. I am Takayuki Hattori. Since you are new to this country, I will explain a few things.

"You will address me and any other teacher last name first, followed by 'sensei.' For example, you would address me as 'Takayuki-sensei,' understood?"

"But- yeah, understood." He remembered that Japan say last names first.

"Another thing, you might be assigned to clean up the classrooms at the end of class, so there is no sneaking out of that. Clear?"

"Yes, 'Takayuki-sensei.'" He had to bight his lip to keep himself from laughing. It sounded weird for him to say something like that.

"I'll just skip around a bit. The front desk will give you your schedule and some books. In each class, someone from the Student Council will be assigned to help you out in the classes-."

"Wait!" Danny interrupted. The principal looked at him, Noudou now biting her own tongue. "So she's not staying with me?"

"Uh, no," the principal answered slowly. "Student Council will be. Any who, they will be in their t-shirts, so look for them. We will assign you a temporary locker, so you can put your supplies in."

"Alright, but one question."

"What it is?"

"The Student Council members speak English, right?"

"I wouldn't assign them this job if they didn't." And that was that. Noudou let him out, but not before whispering something to him.

"Way to start out here, Fenton."

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"This has got to be the worst day ever!" he moaned to himself. It was barely lunch and already his day was going off course.

First, he was late for his first class. The Student Council member that was waiting for him was Commissioner of Sports. His name was Baatari Gonijimi. He was not really a patient person.

"You Fenton-san? You late! That not good!"

Then when he went to his next class, history, the Secretary, Mia Siimio, was also not too happy.

"You look scruffy. Kaoru-sensei won't be happy."

She was right.

"What kind of attire might that be?" Unfortunately for him, he couldn't understand a word of it.

English class wasn't any better. This time, he was on time, but his guide wasn't. He was supposed to be meeting the Commissioner of Hospitality, Ashi Dakaria.

"So sorry about that. Literature class ran late. We reading book called Snow Country by Yasunari Kawabata. It friggn' twisted, man. Wait, what I doing? Oh yeah, I Dakaria Ashi. Just call me A-san, it easier. Who are you?" The girl seemed confused. He almost felt sorry for her. "Yeah, so how those pandas?" It was almost scary.

He was able to get a taste of it afterwards. His own literature class was next. His guide, Commissioner of School Spirit, Daila Paari, didn't really talk to him.

"Oh, we're on chapter three of Snow Country. You might want to read others later if you want to understand it." Of course, he'd have to read chapter three too, considering she didn't translated for him.

Then math wasn't easy. He was completely lost, considering they were one level higher than him. And his guide, Treasury, Alan Parikaii, wasn't very good.

"Uh, I think you supposed to do something with, um, something about square roots, Oshima-san, what are we doing now?"

It was terrible. And now, he was lost and hungry, the food he had bought looked funky. Noudou was nowhere in sight. He was alone at a remote table. He hadn't realized how badly he missed home. It hadn't been more than two days since he got here and he already preferred Casper High to Kyoshi High.

"You alone?" someone from behind asked him. He jumped, his arm accidentally going intangible, causing him to fall over.

"Josai, Rachi-chan," another giggled. He straightened himself up to look at who was talking to him. It was Mia and Ashi, along with two other girls he hadn't met; the first with long hair in front of her face, the other with shoulder length.

"Uh, pretty much," he muttered, embarrassed.

"HI!" Ashi squeaked. "So, yeah. -Inhale- Eat vegetables with every meal, or your lips will start to peel, and your eyeballs will fall out, and your feet will smell like trout!" He gave her a quizzical look.

"What the heck?" the short haired girl laughed.

"Oh, this is Rachi Chico," Mia said, introducing the girl with the hair in her face.

"You look like youkai from "The Grudge!" Ashi smiled.

"Arigatou," the girl laughed

"And this Ani," Ashi added.

"Damn, Fenton, I thought you knew better than to hang out with freaks like them." He turned to see Noudou standing with a group of several girls, all either punk or sportsy. "But I was wrong!"

"I'm not only freak, I'm nerd!" Ashi tried to 'defend' herself.

"We're not freaks!" Ani glowered.

"I am," Rachi muttered.

"We never did anything," Mia also tried to defend.

"Look, I don't want to cause any trouble," Danny tried to calm the set of girls down. Man, this is worse than Caper. I wonder how things are going on back there?

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FriarTuck: how dyou think dannys holdin up?

Chaos: dunno. thats hard to say

FriarTuck: what time is it?

Chaos: almost 11

FriarTuck: hmm. is it like are they ahed of us?

Chaos: bout eleven hours or more

FriarTuck: so hes

Chaos: probably lunch

FriarTuck: poor guy…

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I got bored, so here is the next chapter. Yeah, I couldn't think of names for the student council members, so I took the names form the student council we have now and made their name sound Japanese as best as I could. The Commissioner of Hospitality was me! Now you have a taste of how I act. I have a habit to make extraneous comments and I usually have a short attention span- oh look! Lint (runs to play with lint.)

Linkfreak: I have to finish this for her, because she's being stupid. Like she would say: Signing Off!