Pocket Notebook
Chapter 7
A/N: There is no body out there that truly cares about this story. But I'll write it anyway….
Monday rolled in with it's normal gloom. Back to school, weekend is over.
Kokoro popped small bits of syrup coated pancake into her mouth. Around the circular table Bijutsu and Katori created a small world war over the maple syrup bottle.
"I use it next!" Bijutsu shouted
"Nuh-uh! It's my turn!" Katori shouted giving the bottle an extra hard yank.
Mina walked right behind them and pulled the bottle out of their hands, "Continue acting like spoiled brats and neither of you will get the bottle."
Both looked at their syrup-less pancakes in shame. Mina took her seat next to Hino and poured syrup over her pancakes and placing the syrup down. "Hey Kokoro?"
"Hmm?" Kokoro had her fork sticking out of her mouth threatening to stab Katori beside her.
"Don't drop the fork." On cue the fork popped out of Kokoro's mouth and clattered on the table. Katori burst out laughing. "After school why don't you check out this dojo called "'Haunglong,' they teach karate there."
"'The yellow dragon?' why am I going to a karate place?" Kokoro placed the fork in her mouth again pointing the pointed end at the giggling Katori.
"they teach all ages. I'll send Bijutsu down there to met you and you can take classes together."
Kokoro opened her mouth and the fork clattered on the plate again, "why are you making me learn karate? I mean if I were still seven it would be fine but why now?" Kokoro's face was turning slightly red and her eyes were starting to cross.
"'Cause other wise you wouldn't be able to fight as well. Isn't that what you and Bijutsu are going to have to do a lot of soon?"
"But do I have to take lessons so soon? I mean come on it's not like people are attacking me as I eat breakfast!"
Katori through Kokoro's fork, skimming the top of her head.
"A-a-a- alright, you-you win. I'll find the yellow dragon dojo." Kokoro waved her hand franticly to word off flying forks.
"Great school gets out at about three thirty right? Now only one thing left to do…"
Katori had her own fork in her hand and Bijutsu had grabbed his.
"THROW ANOTHER FORK AND YOU TWO WILL SIT IN THE CONNER ALL DAY! NO PARK TIME AND NO SANKS TODAY! PUT THE FORKS DOWN NOW!" the two placed their forks down gently. There eyes were wide and teary as they stared at Mina.
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Thus another school Monday began. Kokoro with the lack of Bijutsu walked to the school. At the large pathway opening to the school Kokoro sighed and walked onward.
Students were packed tight, all tying to enter the building.
"Ah, Kokoro!" Yuki cried, running through the people bashing people out of her way. "Why told you not to get more bandaged!"
All of Kokoro's visible body was bandaged up. Kokoro deeply wished he schools uniform skirt and shirt was longer. "Oh it's okay! I just did a different bandaging job this morning. You know it easier just to tie up the whole area then break the bandage and start again just a couple of inches lower.
"Yeah I guess that makes sense," Yuki was starring off into space watching other pass them by.
"Oh, look the friends of that hoe are standing trying to attract some business before class even begins." The girl with bleached blond hair muttered in passing loud enough for only Kokoro, Yuki and the tall baseball captain to hear.
"Hmm," the baseball captains snared.
Yuki balled her fist and turned around to face there backs, "COME BACK HERE YOU LITTLE--" Yuki shouted. Kokoro leapt and used her arm to hold back Yuki and her hand to stop Yuki's yelling.
"Clam down! Don't make a scene out of it!" Kokoro whispered in Yuki's ear. Kokoro was turning her copyrighted blush and furrowed eyebrows.
Yuki clamed enough for Kokoro to release her, "I can't stand them. How can you put up with that stuff?"
Kokoro was still red; "I just don't pay any heed."
"If you ask me they deserve a big kick in the (edit out for readers enjoyment, have a nice day.)!
Classes began. First hour was Japanese literature. Kokoro, Sai, Yuki, and Fuyu all sat in the back coiner with Sai and Yuki in the front of the pack.
The teacher was an old man growing a fuzzy white beard. The bread clearly had plans for world domination as it puffed away from his face making him look like a skin Japanese Santa. Today's bold red shirt added t the image along with the over-ironed white pants.
"Pop quiz! Put everything under your desks!"
The enter class moaned, Kokoro on the other hand cracked her neck and prepared her pencil.
A single white piece of paper was handed back and the test began.
Sai, Yuki and Fuyu sat siting in the exact same pose. A confused look on their faces, a hand supporting their heavy foreheads, brushing the hair out of their faces and chewing the eraser at the end of their mechanical pencil.
Fuyu sighed and glanced at Kokoro. Kokoro's pencil was moving faster then they eyes could see. A small arm of shot bursting taps were left far in the wake of the pencil hitting the paper and leaving a small line. Kokoro's over stuffed quiz was almost all the way done.
Fuyu almost cried at the sight. Kokoro, don't get the answers right! Please dumb down for me to copy….
Kokoro was done with the test in about two more minutes. She flipped the paper upside down, leaving Fuyu stranded all on her own.
Okay, okay clam down, clam down. The first question: what two kanji create the word "child like youth"? Green sprout minus ten? (This is what she's writing… teenager killed at ten) second question: write "shooting star" uh Hoshi, I can't remember the second kanji! Oh well this looks a little like "na" yeah I can go with this!
Once every student had flipped their paper upside down, they took red pens out of their bags and traded papers.
Kokoro got Fuyu's while Yuki and Sai traded in front.
Kokoro scanned over Fuyu's paper. She stopped and snorted at question two. "Fuyu you wrote 'Hoshi-kuso' 'star shi(Also removed for reader's enjoyment… I'm pretty sure I left enough for you for figure out what she wrote)'."
"Ah you're kidding me!" Fuyu exclaimed. Sai and Yuki turned around in their seats.
"You messed up real bad again didn't you?' Yuki giggled.
"Let me guess it was something very dirty again" Sai laughed.
"Like your one to talk" the bleached blond girl sat in the row beside them with the baseball captain in front of her.
"Miyagi shut your f (wow somebody has a dirty mouth today) mouth! Before I stuff your head into Suichiro's a (Yuki behave some time soon please)!" Yuki snared.
"Is that a threat or a promise?" Miyagi glared.
"Oh, its on B (shut up Yuki!)"
The Japanese literature teacher stood behind Yuki completely unnoticed by the pair. "Nice to know I'll have two students for detention today."
"Hoshi-kuso." Fuyu muttered.
Sai sat in her seat staring blankly at Yuki's quiz.
Next class math.
The teacher of this class had her hair tied into a tight bun, pulling so hard on her skin that it pulled her eyes wide open. She had a beak like noes and eagle eyes.
"Kokoro Hiyotaka! What is the answer for the question on the bored!" she hissed.
"Pa.. pathgreum theorem?"
"No! The pathegreum theorem is A squared plus B squared equal C squared. Are you in third grade? that is for triangles! We are working the improbability theorem. No what is the improbablity theorem!"
"I… don't… know?" Kokoro stated glancing at Fuyu Sai and Yuki siting beside her.
"Wrong! You will do problems one through eight nine on pages there seventy six through three eighty, and they better be all correct."
Third class Biology.
Kokoro sat in the front of the group, all in a single row. The teacher for this class glowed with a kind aura. She was slightly tan and barely over thirty. She wore a white lab coat over her blue dress.
"okay, now your test will be on Friday, study hard. Any questions before class ends?"
Kokoro raised her hand half the way.
"Yes, Kokoro Hiyotaka?"
"Why do there have to be glasses in microscopes?"
"Because the glass grows the image that is passed through the light."
"But who does the glass make the image grow?"
"Because the glass is curved at a convex angle."
"But concave is the one that curves forward that would be able to do that."
"Nope it's convex dear."
"Now the ten functions of life, why do we have to do respiration in order to live?"
The bell rang freeing the biology teacher from a cruel fate. The fate of teaching a student that doesn't understand the basics.
Fourth class gym
Kokoro and the gang stood in a coiner of the gym waiting for the five minute run to begin.
"The teachers have been pretty nice to you today Kokoro." Fuyu laughed. Using her elbow to nudge Kokoro's frozen body.
"No running, please. No running, please. No running…" Kokoro muttered.
"Alright maggots start running!"
Sai and Fuyu ran fast passing Kokoro and Yuki about eight times before the halfway point had been reached. Yuki was lazily walking with Kokoro who was jogging her hardest. Yuki was just walking to keep Kokoro company.
At the end of the run the class sat in alphabetical order, finally breaking up the four. The class did they stretches. Once they finished they all sat in a circle around the gym teach.
"I know your all looking forward to gymnastics but the boy's coach has demeaned that his boys do gymnastics today, over us." The gym teacher voice was full of spite. There was no secret of the girl's gym teacher's hate of the boy's gym teacher. "So today well be doing some indoor soccer, which will be our next unit."
Fuyu couldn't control herself, she jumped up and raised a fist into the air, "The soccer god has given me a gift today!"
The class stared at the girl worshiping a god of soccer.
Next class lunch…
Kokoro looked at her hot lunch she had bought. "I wonder if the schzeswan chicken is good and spice or garlic-ish?" Kokoro took a bit with her chopsticks of the black- brown matter. "Yuck, garlic-ish."
"Oh that's so much better then the spice stuff" Sai whipped her chopsticks and grabbed a piece of the garlic chicken. "Oh I'll trade you! Give me your chicken for my kung-POW pork?"
"Deal," Kokoro pushed her plate at Sai and received some yellow kung-POW.
"Kokoro I can't believe it…" Fuyu trailed off. Before her she had a lunch box full of onigiri. 'How can you stand that spicy stuff?"
"I don't know… how can you have the same bland onigiri everyday?"
"The same way I can have this lemon chicken!" Yuki shouted popping on of the sour morsels in her mouth.
"Oh no!" Kokoro shouted standing suddenly.
"what?" everyone asked startled.
"I need to grab my home work for cooking class. I haven't done it!" Kokoro jumped out of her seat and dashed around the table.
At the end of the table onto the pathway Kokoro lost her footing against the title floor. She feel against the table and the table fell with her. The action was so quick the table didn't have a chance to nice drop the food all over Kokoro but it was sent flying into the air.
Four tables away Miyagi and Shuichiro looked up to be coated in onigiri, lemon chicken, kun-POW pork and garlic chicken.
Miyagi gave a blood-curling scream when she noticed the food all over her nice and clean uniform.
Sai and Kokoro rushed to get the table up and sit innocently before the storm stomped over.
There was never any proof that it was done by Kokoro.
Fifth class English
"I want him to do his besto, what is the meaning of this sentence?"
No one answered.
"Kokoro tell them."
"Ah why me?"
"Because you know it, now answer the question."
"It means, 'I want him to do his best'"
"Very good. Now 'eberyone must bare hardships'?"
Again, no answers.
Sixth class, Cooking.
Kokoro innocently stirred a beef stew.
"Oh here a little salt!" Sai muttered pouring in almost and inter conanter.
For some reason or another it exploded away from Kokoro, splashing Miyagi in scalding hot beef stock.
Miyagi turned and growled and Kokoro.
Kokoro hadn't even noticed he contents of her beef pot had reduced.
A/N:
this is only half of what I wanted to cover. Sigh. Nothing happened. It was just fun to learn about Kokoro's life after is clamed. Hope you liked it. It's mostly comedy-ish this time around.
Okay I don't own Zatch bell and look at my profile for a glimpse of next chappy.
please, please, please reveiw. I love reveiws. at this point I don't care if you tell me that it sucks and I should go to hell for writting it.