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Chapter 3
(Yugi)
"Look there's Cassandra!" I pointed to my older sister, who was standing in the entrance of the cafeteria with a fellow classmate that I didn't recognize. "I'm going to go see if she wants to eat with us!" Jumping up, I hurried over to her before she found a place to sit, scanning the large room trying to spot Yami or Aggie.
"Where do you want to sit?" Her friend asked; she had short, autumnal orange hair that framed her face with red sunglasses hiding her eyes. "I usually spend my lunch in detention for pissing off a teacher." She wasn't wearing the normal girls uniform; instead she wore the guys uniform with the jacket open to reveal a black undershirt that wasn't tucked in.
"Cassandra! Why don't you sit with me?" I popped up into her line of vision and she jerked backward in surprise, her eyes widening a little as if she hadn't expected the invitation.
"Ahh, sure, why not?" She looked over at her friend who shrugged as if to say, 'I could really care less who we sit with.'
"Good, have you seen Yami or Aggie? I don't know if they have this lunch period or not." I led them over to our lunch table where everyone was sitting; Tristan and Joey were complaining about how mean the sub in Math had been.
"Well, if you had actually been paying attention and not harassing the teacher I'm sure she would have been nicer!" Téa huffed as she defended the teacher, waggling her spoon at them in reproach.
"Oh eat your yogurt Téa." Duke rolled his eyes as he sat down next to her.
"Who's your friend Cassandra?" Téa questioned smiling at my sister.
"My name's Asa, I'm in eleventh grade." she slid into the seat furthest away from Téa, and Cassandra sat in the chair beside her.
"How's your day been so far?" I looked to Cassandra as she withdrew a sandwich from her lunch bag.
"Fine, I've just been asked in every single class to talk about myself, my family, my old school and my country." She shrugged before biting down into her sandwich and I saw Yami enter the cafeteria.
"I'll be right back!" with that I dashed over to where Yami was surveying the tables but I neglected to see the girl in my way; we hit head on sending her books flying everywhere.
"Zut!" She muttered scrambling to pick up all her stuff; I joined in, collecting the scattered papers.
"I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going," I apologized handing her the stack.
"It was both our fault." she took the papers and shoved them into a folder as she blew a strand of reddish brown hair out of her light grey eyes. "I should have realized that it would be impossible to run straight through the cafeteria, and not run into someone."
"Well, my name's Yugi," I offered her my hand and smiled brightly.
"Kiki," she shifted her load of stuff to shake my hand, her grip was firm and her shake strong showing she wasn't a wimp. "Now if you'll excuse me," she let go and jogged off leaving staring after her.
"You alright? That was quite a train wreck," I craned my neck back to see Ryou standing over me. "Need a hand?"
"Nah, I'm good but I think I lost my brother," I picked myself up searching the masses of people for Yami.
"Would you like some help?" Ryou bent down and grabbed a notebook near his foot, "Is this yours?"
"Nah, I think it's that girl's, the one who I ran into." I took it from him and saw Yami approaching Aggie, who was standing in the middle of the room looking lost. "There they are, come on! YAMI! AGGIE!" Both of them turned to find me waving at them as I sprinted over to them. "You wanna eat lunch with us?" Yami shrugged his shoulders and Aggie gave a slight nod of consent. "We're over here."
"Isn't he the essence of artistic perfection?" Asa asked Cassandra showing her something in her notebook, "I would loooove to have him model for me."
"Looks a little snobbish to me," Cassandra replied around a mouthful of food as she scrutinized what I assumed to be a picture in the notebook.
"That's not the point! The point is he has gorgeously long and beautiful fingers! His hair has so much texture and his eyes…any artist's dream come true!"
"If you want someone artistic to draw go hang around a few arcades, you'll find some artistic people there." Cassandra told her, "At least you could in America, hang around Pump It Up and you'd be surrounded by interesting people breaking loose on the dance pad."
"Do you like to dance?" Téa jumped into the conversation as I began wolfing down my food, I was so hungry.
"You could say that," Cassandra shrugged. "I've taken a few classes and enjoyed it."
"Wow, really? Me too! I'm going to be a ballerina when I graduate!" Téa grinned at her and I could feel the kinship between the two forming.
"Cool," Aggie was the one who replied to the whole table's surprise. "How many hours do you practice a week?"
"About twenty-five," Téa answered. "It's a rigorous thing, ballet is, it really takes a toll on you."
"So Joey how's your sister?" Tristan nudged my blond friend and winked.
"Aww shut up Tristan! I'm not telling you nothing!" Joey snapped glowering at him, "You leave my sister alone!"
"You have a sister?" Yami questioned looking at Joey, "Tell me, how do you handle it?"
"My parents are divorced, Serenity lives with my mom, and I stay with my dad." Joey kind of wilted.
"I'm sorry, I had no idea, it must be awful being separated from a sibling you love so much." Yami stood up with his garbage; "I'll see you all later."
"What class do you have next Cassandra?" I looked at her as I asked.
"One minute," she dug around in her bag until she found her schedule. "Theatre, then math and a study hall."
"I have theatre next too! I'll show you to the classroom!" Téa exclaimed standing up with her and Asa, "I'll see you guys later!"
"Bye Téa," we chorused as they left.
"Ten bucks says Cassandra or Asa make an attempt on Téa's life." Duke turned to Tristan as he pulled out the money and crinkled it in invitation.
"Deal." Tristan nodded and the two of them shook on it.
"That's not very nice," I protested. "Téa's a very nice person!"
"She might be Yugi but did you see the look on Asa's face when she said she'd show Cassandra to the theatre room? I don't think Asa likes happy people." Duke told him as he pocketed his cash and leaned back in his chair a content grin on his face, "I have a feeling I'm going to be ten bucks richer soon."
(Asa)
Sitting in art I doodled pictures of my latest obsession; he was the most fun yet because he was so uptight about his privacy so it was harder to get information on him. He was my hardest challenge yet, all my others I had grown bored of quickly but not with him, he was a many faceted crystal that needed to be seen from every side and angle. From his elegant fingers to his dark hair, he was a wonderful thing to behold and I enjoyed drawing him, it was such a personal experience whenever I pulled out a pad of paper and dedicated time to him. His file was thicker than any of my other unknowing models; there were multitudes of information on him in there along with many pictures.
"Miss Kendall, you do know that you are supposed to be working on the assignment which is a self-portrait, not boys." I looked up to see Mrs. Sawasaki glowering down at me.
"Ahh, yes ma'am, I just got a little distracted that's all," I smiled at her before turning to look at the page in my notebook. "I'll work on that now."
"I want something that reflects who you are, what you feel about yourself and how you see yourself, I don't want a load of crap." She told me her tone stern as she recalled my last project; the assignment had been to draw your favorite pet. I had handed in a drawing of my cousin Haruki on all fours a collar around his neck, a bone in his mouth and the title: Family Pet scrawled across the top. I thought it had been hilarious, Mrs. Sawasaki hadn't agreed.
Closing the notebook I looked at the blank sheet of paper underneath it, what I felt about myself? Half Japanese, half Irish, no parents, art obsessed…there were so many more things I could think of. Tapping my pencil on the table I mentally began sketching myself in my mind; short hair the orange color that leaves turn in the fall, spring green eyes with a small mouth and a slightly crooked nose. Snorting at my description of what I looked like I set my pencil down and tilted my chair back onto its back legs as I contemplated what to do. Honestly I preferred to draw other people because it was easier to pick them apart and make them look the way they do in real life, I could never do that with myself.
"Asa, you gonna do set design for the play?" Glancing to the side I spotted the person speaking to me, it was Mikki the president of the theatre club.
"Maybe…depends on what play it is and who's on my crew," I said sweetly tilting my head to the side.
"We're going to be doing a play version of a movie called 'Strictly Ballroom'" Mikki told me a smile lighting up her face.
"Why not," I turned my attention back to my paper.
"Thank you!" Mikki hugged me hard before dancing out of the room humming an American tune.
"No prob…psycho." I glared at my paper silently willing a drawing to suddenly appear on it and save me but nothing happened. Sighing I picked up my stuff and exited the room just as the bell rang to dismiss us from school, it was going to be a looong night, I had a movie to watch, scenery to plan out, website to update and a self-portrait to start.
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