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Ch. 6 First Day Hell Part 1

----- Aug 24th, first day of school, morning.

The annoying high pitch beep had brought him back to the real world singling the bunnies away as he woke. "Damn it, I finally got some sleep to. I hate morning. I hate Monday mornings." All he could do at the early hour was push his head farther into the pillow, willing himself back into a dream world. Sadly it didn't work and he was up two minutes later.

Into the shower and quickly out. "Now my hair," he spoke above the early morning metal that played in the bathroom. Honey blonde locks that hung to his neck choppily cut in chucks but a nice look. Patchy bangs that start above his eyes brows, angling downward unevenly until it meets the longest part at where the neck meets the back. Deciding what to do with it was the problem but that was fixed when anger took over. The hair was pulled back into a slicked back ponytail, a few strands managed to fall out but brushed behind the ears for a cuter effect; a style that always looked good for him.

"Maybe I should add a little color to my hair. Make it stand out a little. I know I'll dye it 3 different colors. A mix of some sort. That wrestler I once saw… or maybe just a few highlights of a color. Black…. Or many blue…' He pondered that thought for a few moments before grabbing his wallet, list of classes and, backpack and walking out the door for the first day of school.

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1st –America Since 1940
2nd –English 11
3rd –Advance PE
4th –S1 Intro to Woodshop/ S2 Woodshop I
B lunch
5th -Drama
6th –Algebra II
7th –Photography

He found his class in two seconds flat but decided that with his chance comes losing Randy's habit. 'First hour,' he read, 'America Since 1940. Oh great, history. At lest I know all of WWII… stupid American's."

Minute bell rang and he slipped in just as the real bell rang. Taking a seat near the back he smiled. 'Easy, easy year.' This man walked in, bulky with graying black hair.

"Hello students. I'm Mr. Murry and I'll be teaching this class."

"And I'll be disrupting it." Two voices rang over the crowd. Ryo scanned the room trying to see who the voice belonged to, but never saw who.

"Dee and you young man, I guess I found your seats. You here and Dee here." Double groans were heard as Ryo walked to his seat, front row next to the teacher. Out of nowhere Dee plopped down in the seat next to Ryo. Ryo's eyes darkened with anger and together they glared.

In unison, "It's you!"

Dee began cockily, "Yea it's me, and I'm back to take you down."

"Oh yea? I already knocked you on your ass once. You want more?"

"Boys! Shut it. I see we are going to have a problem with you two. Keep it quiet. I don't want to hear another word from you to and if you do continue to fight in my class then you'll have a ball cleaning after school… or on Saturday. Now let me take role."

He droned out one name after another as Ryo leaned back cockily in his chair, not really caring. He ended up blocking all the sound out as he stared out into space only to be brought back by the teacher.

"Randy McLain?"

"Ryo, not Randy. Got that? Ryo."

"Hmm. Interesting name… what language does it come from?"

"Japanese, what's it to you?"

"Check that attitude at the door next time. Are you Japanese or is that a nick name?"

"My father was Japanese and I just moved to this stupid country two months ago. Ryo is my Japanese name and I rather go by that."

"Oh, so you moved here from Japan. I bet you learned all about WWII then?" He nodded tired of amusing the teacher. "So when we learn about that you will have a interesting point of view."

"I have my point of view which is that American was stupid throughout all their wars." There was a soft murmur of voice at the last comment as they noticed the teacher's room was littered with bumper stickers that were for sure pro American.

"You have a right to your opinion and I look forward to it when the time comes. Now class we will be leaving about…"

Once again in his own little world nothing else matter and he saw and hear nothing. Didn't hear the little comment for the manga freaks in the back of the room or see Dee watching him out of the corner of his eyes.

As he exited that room he quickly walked off trying to find the right room. Time when slow as he found the room and slipped as the bell rang taking the seat closet to the door. Seconds later the seat in front of him was taken and he found himself staring into a black pony tail.

"Hello and welcome to the class that will change your out look on life… otherwise and better known as your English class."

"Yea, how so? You think by having us say 'My friend and I' instead of 'Me and my friend' is going to do much? What about those of us that so use proper grammar?" Ryo asked still trying to be the bad ass his image suggested. As he spoke Dee looked on, even he wouldn't say anything like that. Did he have companion for the school bad ass?

"Well, don't you have a fire in that soul of yours? I am not here to just teach you grammar. I'm here to have you open your eyes; let your soul free to see."

"How are you going to do that? Have us read books by some well known authors? Write papers and take tests about the hidden meanings of book that the authors never meant to have seen that way?"

"No my young sir. First of all I don't have you take test. We write stories and paper. In this class every two weeks I have you turn in one of two things. A poem you wrote or a two page story. Either one is about you or a moment that stands out or taught you a great lesion. This class is meant to be fun but also have you learn. We read great books and stories. We learn about our classmates and have respect for each other. My rules are simple and are to be followed or punishment is given. Respect everyone in this class, turn in your work, behave, listen, no bad language, no bad mouthing, be free with your comments and, most of all have fun. One of my big pet peeves is I do not except laziness and not living up to your potential. If I think you are breaking one of these rules I will confront you and fix it. Follow these simple rules and this will be one of your funniest and easiest classes."

The room held a low mutter of saying of free ride and a blow off class. "Since we have time I think we are going to play a little game. Its called 'Get to know me.' Here Ryan… Jason." With that a stack of note cards were thrown at both boys. "Give everyone three cards."

A few minutes passed as the football players slowly counted out the cards for each person. Once they sat back down the teacher smiled. "Now that you have them I want you each to write one fact on each card that you think no once else has. Nothing like 'I like sports' but more like 'This summer I went to Africa.' Then you will fold them over and pass them up. I am going to pick one at a time and read it out loud. If it is your card then you have to stand up and say your name and state your other two other facts. If anyone has a question they may ask and it must be answered. So hurry up." The cards fluttered in within a minute.

"Nice, I even placed my own in there. So who will be the first person? 'I learned to fly a plane.' Don't be shy now stand up."

Shyly a petite girl stood, "Hi I'm Amanda. I own two planes and after I got my lesions I flew to Arizona in the plane by myself."

"Thank you. Any questions?" No hands raised, "Ok then… 'I bought a horse.'"

A boy raised, "Yo, names Jim. Broke my leg jumping a pole on my new horse and won a horse riding award. " And fell.

"Ok… 'I can speak 5 different languages.'"

"Names Kendra. I had two of my poems published and when to Russia."

One shy boy raised his hand before she was able to sit. "What do you speak?"

"English, Spanish, Russian, German, and Hawaiian."

"Interesting…" That went on for a few more minutes until Ryo's head snapped up with his card. "I just moved here from Japan and speak fluent Japanese as my first language."

He waited a moment then stood. "The name is Ryo…"

The teacher chimed in. "I don't have you on my list…"

"Real name is Randy but my Japanese name is Ryo and that is what I go by."

"Ahh… I see. Well Ryo can you say something in Japanese for me."

"Anata ga inoru muyouni."

"And that is…"

A cute male stood, "As you wish." 'Cute and smart,' Ryo thought before mentally slapping himself.

The teachers face smiled, "We have two Japanese speaking classmates. You will have to have a conversation for us one day. Now Ryo what are your other two things?"

He smiled, 'Make them scared because of your talent.' His smile feel almost as if never there. Back into the world. "I am a third degree black belt in Tae Kwon Do and a fourth degree black belt in Karate." Falling back into his seat he enjoyed the 'Oooh's' and 'Ahhhh's' coming from his class mates and the slight tint of fear sparkling in there eyes.

One young boy asked in a smart ass voice, "How long have you been doing them. I started Karate three years ago and I am now just a brown belt."

"I started when I was nine, seven years ago, and practiced and had class six days a week." A low 'Oh' was heard before the teacher pulled the class back together.

"Class… ok thank you Ryo for the information. Now it seems we have done all but one person… Dee Laytner… stand up and say something."

The boy rose, "I'm Dee. I'd love to say something but the bell is going to ring in… 2,1." Buzzzzzzz.

"Ok class see you tomorrow. Ryo come here a moment."

Fling an anime hip pack over one shoulder designed with the sign of Nerv from Neon Geneses, he groaned and gingerly strolled over as the rest of the class left the room. "What's up Teach?"

"First of all do you remember me saying that if I have a problem with a student I will correct it?" Nodding not amused at all. "This is not Japan and I do not understand how the school works there but we don't have a attitude in this class. Don't belittle me in front of my students. We have respect for everyone but you respect me more then your peers. I have looked through you record and I do say in all your years of school you have not had one disciplinary action taken because you were a great student. Also I don't know why you're in this class because from reading your work you are above this leave. I don't expect anymore trouble from you and great work. Do you understand that?"

"As understood as this language. But as I might state you yourself sir just pulled a attitude." Glaring black eyes darken to meet brown eyes.

"Sorry Teach I forgot my bag." Dee popped in from his place outside the door were he listened with an open mouth. "Sorry about that." With that he gave one look at Ryo still staring and walked out and waited by the door. A minute later Ryo walked out passing Dee.

"Hey… Ryo is it? Yea Ryo."

"What do you want you moronic yaro (Bastard)?"

"Just wanted to talk. I like how you stood up the teacher. Not many people have the guts to do that."

"Thanks now can you leave I have to find the gym. Anyway I thought you didn't like me? You just couldn't take it that I laid you flat on you ass in less then a minute."

"Well that was before I knew you were a third and forth degree black belt. Now I understand that you're not just some street ass. Come on I'm going to gym. Let me show you."

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