I'm What?
By theladyknight
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon or the Princess Diaries
A/N: To answer a couple of questions, this fic is based off the film The Princess Diaries (Yama-sama: yep, the new film is a continuation of the first) and the book series The Princess Diaries, and its sequels, written by Meg Cabot. But I'm basing this story more off the books than the film. I rewatched the film to get some ideas for this, but I really didn't like the way it was going compared to the books. So basically the only thing I'm using from the film or the books, for that matter, is the ideathat agirl finds out she's a princess and has to take lessons from her grandmother.Ninety nine percent of the story is purely original.If you've got any questions about the whole idea of the Princess Diaries, like the general plot and what not, e-mail me and I'll explain. Also, as of the first chapter Sora and Taichi do not know each other. But…in chapter two they are introduced and start becoming friends. How boring would this fic be without Taichi! Please R&R and enjoy and thank you to everybody that does review.
Chapter 2: Of Tutoring, Men, and Hair Dye
Wednesday October 4
Detention
Homework:
English: read story on page 47 and write 5 questions and 5 five predictions
Algebra II: none
Spanish II: conjugate los verbos irregulares, sustituir, seguir, y conseguir
Biology: water lab write-up due next Wed...
The resource room. The place I spend fifth period each day for the first semester has just gotten a lot more interesting. At the beginning of school year, the only inhabitants of this room were Takeru, three junior boys, and I.
We're only a month into the school year and now our resource room is full with usually fifteen people. Most of the people, such as Takeru and Mimi, yes Meems got sent here because of her dismal biology grade, are in here for help with homework.
Then there are the handful of people, including me, who were asked by certain teachers to come help tutor these people. I'm a math tutor, and I usually help others with Algebra I, Geometry, or the class I am in right now, Algebra II. Quite honestly, there are a lot better things I could be doing with my time, but then again I get extra credit in Algebra, and there are a few other perks with being in here!
And finally, there is the very elite group made up, at the moment, of two people. These two are the geniuses, who instead of having to sit in a loud study hall to work on their masterpieces, are invited here to work and keep their sanity. Koushiro Izumi, one of the new students at Abe Lincoln, is one of them. His family moved here from Japan at the beginning of the year. The word genius is an understatement when describing Koushiro. He's only a sophomore, but he has an incredible IQ, which surpasses that of the senior class valedictorian. Meems thinks he cute; I think she's crazy. Koushiro has short red hair and is very preppy. I think he looks like a computer nerd, but then again he is well on his way to becoming the next Bill Gates, so I guess it works for him.
I'm definitely not complaining about the other genius that is the Resource fifth period: Yamato Ishida. Like I said before, Yamato is a musical prodigy. He basically spends his time in here with his cd player on, writing new music and lyrics for his band, The Wolves.
When I was in junior high, the band was named the Teenage Wolves. Yamato and three of his friends, though I've never been introduced to them, changed the name to signify their maturity. To them, the word teenage just brought in teeny bobber fans and ditzy groupies. Yamato once told me though his band was pretty popular; they wanted to reach out to all sorts of people, not just the teenage girls. He also told me the band was just a high school thing. He and the others each have individual plans for the future.
Takeru told me Yamato has applied to Julliard and a couple other high-up performing arts schools. In addition to having a wonderful voice and the ability to play the electric bass, Yamato has mastered piano, harmonica, and about every string and percussion instrument imaginable. Talk about talent.
I, on the other hand, have absolutely no music ability whatsoever. Take me in Music Appreciation. Right now we are studying the scales, types of notes, key signatures and all that boring stuff before we can "divulge ourselves in the great art in which we call music," as Mr. R. says. Sitting in front of me was a sheet with a grand staff on it and instructions to label each note. Seriously, how will this help me when I'm listening to the music on the radio? How...
Okay, the coast is clear now. The teacher in charge of detention tonight just came over here, wondering what I was working on.
But anyway, back to what I was saying before. There I was, sitting by myself staring at my MA homework and hoping it would answer itself. I had just finished helping Takeru and another girl with their algebra homework, a whole whopping ten minutes worth and waiting for the last thirty minutes of class to pass. Fifth period is the lunch period. We eat first lunch, the first twenty minutes of the period, and then stay in the resource room for the next forty minutes.
Suddenly Ms. Lewis, the moderator, came over to me. What surprised me about the whole thing was that she had brought a person with her, Taichi Yagami. I put this away because I definitely didn't want him to accidentally see what I had written about his best friend, Yamato. Hikari told me her brother has a big mouth, and the last thing I need is for this to be passed around school.
"Ms. Takenouchi, if you're not doing anything, could you possibly assist Mr. Yagami with his algebra II homework?"
"Yeah." I responded. I mean come on; it's not exactly like I had a choice.
"That would be great." Ms. Lewis replied. There was a crash and a door slammed. "I wonder who locked Koushiro in the closet today." She wondered walking off. Sometimes, okay every day, the boy genius gets a little too annoying for us, muttering things about computer languages and quantum physic theories. The only way we can get him to shut up is by locking him in the supply closet at the edge of the room. Temporary solution, but it gives us at least fifteen minutes of peace and quiet.
"It only took her," Taichi glanced at the clock, "ten minutes to notice it today. She's getting better." He mused, giving me a cheesy smile. Taichi Yagami was someone I hardly ever talked to. He's a senior, a popular senior, and hangs out with people like Yamato. Surprisingly, I do have one class with him; algebra II. There are a couple of seniors in my class. The majority are juniors while there are a few sophomores like me.
I smiled back. "Guess we're going to have to find a new place to hide him, huh." I responded hoping I didn't sound too stupid.
"Couldn't agree with you more." He responded, setting down his book bag and unzipping it. "Okay, can you please explain to me what in the world a quadratic equation is?" he asked handing me the worksheet.
I looked at the sheet and took out my own. "Here's your problem. You're trying to solve it exactly like a linear equation."
Tai looked even more confused than he does whenever our teacher asks him a question. "Could you possibly repeat that in English?" I smiled at his remark. "Or maybe in simpler terms."
I showed him where he was going wrong, and we both managed to finish our worksheets, I guess there is a brain under that giant mountain of hair. He stood up and put everything in his bag. "Thanks for all the help, Sora. I actually understand quadruple equations now."
"Don't you mean quadratic, Taichi?" I asked, trying not to laugh. Laughing was something I had been doing ever since I had begun helping the brunette. He was always cracking a joke or unintentionally saying something stupid. What a cool, funny guy!
"Right!" he answered then rolled his eyes. "I'll talk to you in class tomorrow. Now, I'm gonna go look for a new place to lock Koushiro!" he waved and walked over to Takeru. (A/N: Hope it doesn't sound like I'm bashing Koushiro. In the actual books, the characters do lock one boy in the closet everyday, the smartest boy in the class! He just happened to fit the boy's role.)
I still had fifteen minutes until the bell rang and had yet to tackle my MA homework. I wanted to beat my head on the table. Who cares about this crap?
"Do you need some help?" A rich baritone voice said. I looked up into the face of Yamato, trying not to get lost in his eyes.
"That would be great, thanks." I answered as he sat down next to me.
"What are you working on?"
"Music appreciation. I'm not exactly musically inclined. This class is my downfall."
He laughed and his leg brushed up against mine. I knew my face was red, a horrible habit I inherited from my mother's side. "We've all got stuff we're bad at. Let me see that." He took the paper and studied it before beginning to explain treble clef and the different types of notes. I found myself understanding it and actually enjoying learning about it. But then again, that could be because the teacher is HOT and was sitting very close to me!
Yamato and I worked for the rest of the class period until the bell rang. "Thank you so much. You're a life saver." Oh my God, that was so corny!
"Don't worry about it," he answered, brushing a strand of hair out of his eyes. "I'm glad to help. If you ever need any more, just let me know." He waved and left for his next class. Maybe it is a good thing I'm very close to failing Music Appreciation!
Friday October 5Music Appreciation
Sometimes I really wonder what my mother sees in Mr. R. I guess he's not that bad looking for someone in his late thirties. But what qualities does she exactly see in him anyway? If she had to sit here everyday eighth period for forty minutes, she probably wouldn't be dating him. He comes off as a pretty dull, unexciting guy. My mom shouldn't have a problem finding a nice, decent guy that doesn't teach at my school!
While I'm on the subject of guys, I'm going to express how crazy my best friend is. So we were sitting in our seventh period English class going over this story about a monkey. I was trying to figure out why we would be reading something like that; I mean seriously, we're sophomores, shouldn't the school board offer a more challenging curriculum? Mimi sits next to me and passed me a note.
Hey, Sor. Guess what?
We get out early? Jennifer got expelled? Jacob Richards likes me?
No, silly. I'm going to dye my hair!
What!
It's kind of a spur of the moment thing. Koushiro and I were talking in the resource room the other day, and he mentioned something about Hollywood being in total control of the fashion industry and what colors people wear. Well, he mentioned wishing someone would do something drastic like do something no one in the school would expect. I was thinking about that during PE and decided to go for it!
Meems, are you feeling all right?
Of course! Koushiro made so much sense!
Are you sure you're not just doing this because you want him to ask you out or something?
Well, maybe that's part of it, but I actually think I agree with him.
Uh, sure. What color are you going to dye your hair.
That's a surprise. I guess you'll just have to find out like the others…
Why am I getting the feeling this will only result in disaster? Mimi, my best friend forever, is someone that's not known for being spontaneous and a risk taker. She lives off of all the brand name stores and fashion catalogs, keeping up with what to wear or not to wear. I have a very strong feeling she had absolutely no idea what Koushiro had been going on about in the resource room but had been so interested in him and not what he was saying to not realize what she was planning.
I hope this doesn't turn out bad…
Things to do:
Convince Meems not to dye her hair
Buy new watch
Make sure mom pays water bill
Stop by the Ice Cream Shoppe and get a frozen yogurt
Make sure Mimi doesn't dye hair
My Room
I should have tried harder to persuade Mimi against her plans. Really, I tried; apparently not hard enough, but I did make an attempt. Multiple attempts, for the matter.She can't blame me. Well, I was having a nice peaceful sleep after going to the late show with Miyako, Hikari, and Christine last night. But my sleep was interrupted as the doorbell rang.
Getting up was harder than I thought. I assumed Mom would open the door but then remembered the note she had left last night saying she had to go shopping this morning. I yawned and put on my robe, not expecting to be greeted by such a shocking sight.
Pink hair. Shocking pink hair.
"Do you like it?" Mimi asked in her perky voice.
"Damn it, Meems! What the hell did you do?" I responded finally awake. My best friend had dyed her hair her favorite color. Was she on crack? What was she thinking?
"I love it! So does Koushiro."
I blinked. "He knows already?"
She grinned. "Of course. He went with me to get it done yesterday!" You have got to be kidding me. My friend has officially gone mental!
"So your guys first date was to a beauty salon." Mimi blushed. Okay, I was just teasing her, trying to put a little humor into my morning. But then she nodded her head. Oh my God!
"Yeah! He told me I looked beautiful and that he thought I always looked beautiful. Oh I'm so happy! Koushiro Izumi asked me out!"
I blinked again. "Um, that's great Meems." Lying was something I'm pretty good at. Well, I really don't lie, I just kind of exaggerate a bit, but in this case it was a flat out humongous lie.
"I've gotta go tell the others. See you at school tomorrow!" she shut the door, leaving me standing on the other side. I somehow managed to find my room and lie back down on the bed. She is one of the craziest people I have ever met.
Though I was awake, I didn't feel like getting dressed or ready to do anything. My eyes found a mirror and I looked into it. If Mimi and I found a white-hared friend, we'd be all ready for Valentine's Day. I looked at my appearance, really wondering how Mimi, my fashion-crazed, pink-obsessed best friend and I ever became friends. Our looks were as different as our personalities.
Mimi, former brunette, now has curly pink hair, brown eyes, and is about 5'5. I have straight red hair that goes down to my mid back, ruby eyes, and am 5'9. Tall and plain would probably be the best words to describe me. I was always getting made fun of, particularly by a girl named Jennifer, because of the way I look, especially for my eye color, but I had a feeling that tomorrow more of the insults would be directed at Meems. I tried to warn her.
Knowing Mimi, she won't take any of the insults to heart but if there is a particular horrible one, I'd stay out of her way. Mimi can control her temper usually, unlike me but every now and then, she'll snap. I've got one fiery temper that explodes in a situation like that. Mom blames it on me being a redhead. When I get mad, cuss words come flying out of my mouth, and I usually throw in a punch or two if the person has made me really angry. I should probably work on that.
I heard the sound of a door shutting and realized mom had come back. Deciding to tell her about Mimi's crazy antics sounded like a good thing. My relationship with my Mom is pretty strong considering she's raised me all on her own. As I was about to leave the room, my phone rang. I assumed it was one of my friends calling to gossip about Mimi's hair color of choice.
"Hello."
"Holá hija!" (Hello, daughter.)The rich voice of my father said with his slight accent. The main language of Prince Phillipe's Isle is Spanish so I guess it's no wonder why I'm taking it and have absolutelyno problems in the class.
"Holá papá. ¿Comó está usted?" (Hi, Dad. How are you?)
"Bien, gracias." (Fine, thank you. ) In my father's typical fashion he asked the greetings in español before switching to English. "Sora, it's good to talk to you. Listen, I have some news. I'll be flying up to Chicago in about two weeks!"
"What for!" I exclaimed. My father hardly ever flies in but when he does, it's usually for an important reason.
"You'll see when I get there. Is your mother home by chance? I need to talk to her?"
"Yeah, she just got back. I'll put her on."
"Gracias, hija. Adios." (Thanks, daughter. Goodbye.)
"Hasta luego, papá." (See you later, Dad.) I responded. "Mom, Dad wants to talk to you." My mother came into the room and took the phone before leaving.
At least that's some good news for the day because tomorrow at school will definitely be interesting.
A/N: Thoughts? Suggestions? What'd you think? The first few chapters deal with Sora's life before she finds out she's a princess. I apologize for all the original characters; next chapter I'll make a list of the important ones! Things get more interesting when her father shows up and that'll be soon! Please review!