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Angry People

Chapter Five

"I say ship 'em all out, them and those Mexicans! They're not doing anything except robbing people here of our jobs, jobs we can't afford to lose. We're losing so many jobs right now to other countries because our cost of living is so damn high, and we have a government that is too stupid to fix anything, so we gotta take matters in our own hands sometimes."

They did it everyday. Two boys from the same neighborhood, one a middle-class white, the other a middle-class black. Everyday they would meet in the cafeteria and argue about almost anything. On somedays, the cafeteria would sit quiet as their arguments turned into heated shouting matches.

"I agree with you that our government is stupid, that they are blind to things, but you can't just ship every person of Arab decent out of the damn country! Some of them are born here for goodness sake!"

"Born here, there, it doesn't matter. They all want us dead. They want our way of life dead."

"They may not agree with everything our country does as far as world affairs go, but that doesn't mean they want us dead."

"I beg to differ. I saw this documentary about Arabs living in this country after 9-11...the kids in the Muslim schools were calling the men who hijacked those planes HEROES. If that's not wanting us and our country dead, I don't know what the hell is."

"Not every Muslim or Arab person in this country feels that way."

"I don't care. So many of them have found their way here that want to do harm I'm scared to let my little sister leave our house at night. You don't know what those fuckers are planning!"

"Whatever...maybe if this country treated people abroad with more respect and compassion, things like that won't happen. Take this for example, we're all up in arms about what's going on in Iraq and Afghanistan, but what about the Sudan? People there are being slaugtered by the hundreds and we stand by and do nothing but say 'Oh, it's such a tragedy! We'll sic the UN on them.' Those people need our help just as much as people in other places, so why aren't we bombing them senseless? Why aren't we invading that country? I'll tell you why...in three letters...O..I..L."

Yugi listened to them as he ate a burrito."They're in good form today, wouldn't you agree Joey?"

"Yeah...who needs CNN when you got these two guys? Uh-oh...here comes Moneybags."

Yugi and Joey were silent as Seto Kaiba stood over their table, briefcase in hand. "How's your dog chow, Wheeler?"

"Keep walkin' Kaiba, or you'll find out afta I shove it down your throat!"

"You should work on yourinsults...Yugi, I want you to inform Gardener that we have a project to work on.Tell her to meet me and Marik at my home at 4:00 sharp, and tell her to catch a bus. I can't save her pathetic carcass every time someone tries to harm her."

With that,the CEO/Honor Student made his way to his own table.

"What an arrogant, no-good, money-grubbin' assh-"

"Calm down Joey. I was thinking maybe you and I should walk her home today, just to be sure."

Tea's English Class

"Your essays on the politics of Congress will be due in two weeks. I strongly urge you to finish your research and begin your rough drafts today so that I can check them on Monday."

Tea sat in her desk, bored as hell. She had already finished the rough draft of her report so the teacher's words were irrelevant to her. Amazingly, she suffered no severe injuries when she was attacked just two days earlier. She didn't dwell to much on what she remembered of the assault, mainly because she didn't want her family or friends worrying about her. She doodled on a piece of paper as she tuned-out the droning of the middle-aged schoolteacher.

"Miss Gardener...are you listening?"

"Um, Yes Ma'am."

"What was the last thing I said?"

Tea paused for a second, a little unsure. "Well?"

"Didn't you say something about our paper on Congress?"

Many of her fellow classmates muffled giggles and laughter at Tea's response. "Tea, that was ten minutes ago. We were just talking about the next literature assignment I have for you."

"Oh..."

RRRRRRING!

"Class dismissed! Remember, those papers on Congress will be due in two weeks. Tea, will you stay here for a moment please? We need to talk."

Tea walked to the front of the classroom nervously, adjusting the collar on her shirt.

"Yes, Miss Shelton?"

The teacher took off her reading glasses and spoke to one of her most accomplished students. "Tea...I've been told what you went through the other day and I feel very, very sorry for you. Personal feelings aside, I need you to focus on these next few assignments. Right now you have a D this quarter, and that's a gift considering your grades. Even before you were attached you've been behaving a little strangely. If you don't start to perform, I'll have no choice but to fail you. Do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good."

Tea smiled slightly at her teacher, and hurried on to her next class.

Marik's Economics Class

"I'm very pleased with all of your small buisness project results, and I'll have your grades posted by next Tuesday."

The phone on the young economics instuctor's desk rang. "Hello...yes...I'll send him up immediately. Marik...your sister is here to pick you up. You're dismissed."

Marik looked up from his work a little surprised. What's going on? Ishizu never comes her to pick me up. I hope nothing bad has happened.

The young boy picked up his books and backpack and left the classroom hurriedly.

One hour later...

Marik stood in the living room of the apartment, observing the damage that had been done. Furniture had been broken and smashed all over the place. The computer and various other appliances were stolen.

"When did this happen?"

Ishizu was clearly shaken by the whole thing, and sat in a chair that was lucky enough not to have been stolen or destroyed. "I came home to make lunch about an hour ago...I'm not sure when they did it. Most of everything that we worked so hard for, gone. Just like that." Ishizu's voice broke on that last sentence as she started to cry.

Marik slammed his fist against the wall, furious. "Why won't they leave us alone? What did we do to them anyway?"

Spray-painted on their door was this warning:

Arab Dogs Go Home

Wow...looks like someone took matters into their own hands. This could get ugly. Oh, I have an announcement up on my profile about my new update schedule. My plan is to get out at least one chapter of a story per week, and to make the chapters a bit longer. Please leave a review on the way out, and thanks for reading in advance.

BDB...out