Terry walked back to the room with her head down, eyes glued to the floor as if the simple monotone tile had been changed with something more intricate and beautiful. She hardly noticed anything though, lost in her own thoughts about everything that had happened up until just moments ago. Of course he had been resiliant at first. They hardly knew one another and he had some vendetta with her from day one. That all changed after the Yugi incident though. She frowned to herself as her feet slowed to a stop. Maybe I read something wrong? Did I do something? I don't get people. I'm a lot better with the dead than the living. With a heavy sigh she looked out the windows at the blue sky. Funny how it seemed so much brighter before though it was as clear as it had been all day.

Well thinking about it now won't do me any good. Not like I know what I'm doing or how to fix this. I'll ask Minako maybe? I'm sure she'll know what to do. For now though, I should probably leave him be. A slight pang of pain suddenly shot through her chest at the thought of missing out on the lunches, her hand rubbing the spot. "Odd," she mumbled before heading in to the classroom with a smile though her usual energy was nowhere to be seen. Luckily she had been sick for some time so no one had thought anything was off. The only few who were able to catch on were Jonouchi, Anzu, and Kyouhei. The latter two amused by this sudden shift instead of concerned like Jonouchi.

"Hey, you ok?" He whispered to her as the class began to settle before class started.

"I'm fine, just a lot on my mind. Gotta catch up and all." She assured him with a small smile. There was no need to worry him when he had jusr reunited with his all friend. Plus, it wouldn't be fair to put him in a position where he has to choose sides. He's taken care of me all week too. I can handle this without troubling him.

"Yeah, it's a ton but you'll get through it! You're a fighter." He grinned proudly as if he had something to do with it as he thumbed his nose. Atem walked backed in the room without a word or glance their way, Jonouchi a little upset by this but also confused since Terry had suddenly looked away.

"Oh my god! Yami, what happened to your lip?!" Anzu shrieked as she noted the cut on his lip.

"Like you fucking care," he scoffed at took his seat, a heavy stone of guilt settled in Terry's gut. Her hands ball in to tight fists under her desk as she tried her best to ignore the two that were making a scene with Atem. She really had no clue what to do. Normally she was up and already out of her seat trying to help him, but after what just happened had she just been imposing on him? Maybe he didn't want my help at all? She glared at her desk and clenched her jaw in frustration. Why is it so hard to navigate with people?! Her head started to pound, her body still needing to take it slow with the medicine making her a little sluggish.

The room began to spin so she squeezed her eyes shut, taking in a deep breath through her nose and slowly out through her mouth. She needed to focus. There was no need for her to get involved, right? Her involvement was more of a hindrance to him. To avoid adding to his problems, she should simply mind her own and keep life going as is. Just like everyone else.

Like everyone else, her head jerked up as the words echoed hollowly in her head and suddenly she was no longer in the regulated confines of her school life.

She was in the muggy heat of a street market in a village. Her father was holding her hand as they were walking along, her large eyes looking around in wonder before falling upon a scene of a woman shouting for someone to help. Curious, she watched as men turned away in fear or ignored her. Families avoided her and huddled away as if she had some secret cooties that no one wanted. She tugged at her father's arm, who currently was busy looking at the wares of a vendor.

"What's going on over there?" She pointed out as she heard her father grunt in response. "We should go, there might be trouble." She frowned, squeezing the larger hand. Her father was silent though and she looked up, squinting against the sun to try and see what kind of face he was making. His free hand. "Baba, we should go." She tugged again, this time she tried to pull him further away like the other adults were doing to their kids but he stood his ground with ease.

"And why should we leave her alone?" He said in that kind yet firm tone where she knew a lesson was to be had from it.

"Because all the other adults are doing it."

"Now I know I didn't teach you that." He chuckled lightly, waiting for her to think. With a smile he gave her little hand a squeeze and led her closer to the small circle that had formed around the mother and they saw that her son was pinned down by a large vicious looking dog. Next to them was a man in fancy clothes, the whites bright and the gold glittering in the sunlight. The sight of him made her frown and step closer to her father who looked to the richer man and then promptly diverted the dog's attention to them by throwing a rock near it. The row of sharp teeth petrified her as it growled and snarled at them instead of the boy. Slowly it stalked closer but her father had not moved, she had only been made to stand behind his leg as he looked at the dog.

What happened next, she was only able to refer to it as magic; the snarling large beast suddenly stopped and bowed its head to her father. With a whimper almost it timidly padded over to him and her father pet the animal. The rich man was furious by this turn of events and began to shout profanities at them. He kicked the dog and began to curse at it as well until her father had stopped the man by grabbing his arm. He swung a fist out at her father, her little heart jumping in to her throat. Her father had dodged, but then struck the fist in the direction of its swing sending the man to the floor. The crowd was baffled but applauded him for his heroism as he helped the boy on to his feet and the mother thanked him profusely. Terry still was a little confused at the lesson though, her head cocked to the side.

"Terry, you don't need a reason to help others. Even if they think you're being a bother, help them as best you can. If it were you and I was helpless like that mother, I would've done the same thing...begging for help. Always put yourself in their shoes. Never just be like everyone else when you know you can help."

Since that day Terry had followed those words as if her life depended on it, and more often than not it had actually put her life on the line. Opening her eyes, she suddenly stood up. Her seat scrapped against the floor before knocking over. Everyone turned to look at her as she turned her head and looked over at Anzu. She and Kyouhei were still heckling Atem and he was trying his best to keep his cool and mind his own. The teacher had forcibly began class until Terry's addition to the ruckus.

"Leave him alone. He wants to pay attention to the lecture."

"Mind your own business bitch. We're having a conversation. You clearly aren't a part of this." Kyouhei scoffed at her.

"And he doesn't want to be a part of it." She walked over to Atem's desk. Kyouhei stood up to block her path, but she sidestepped him and grabbed Atem's hand and books. Yanking him out of his seat and not listening to his protests, she leads him to her seat and places his things down. "You shouldn't be bothered here." She grinned at him before taking her things and heading back to his desk. Kyouhei growled audibly and elbowed her roughly in the back after knocking her books and things out of hand. He seamlessly made it look like an accident though, Anzu stepping on her hand before she gave a loud 'oops' as she pressed and rubbed into Terry's hand.

"Enough, Ms. Sharif outside now." The teacher called out, knowing full well that Kyouhei and Anzu would hardly listen to him. Silently Terry picked up her things and placed them on Atem's desk before stepping out in to the hall where she was instructed to stand for the remainder of the class time. No sign of anger or resistance was seen on her face as she walked out. Instead, a small smile was rumored to have been seen by the class. Looking out the windows in front of her she thought back to the lesson her father taught.

Just because he doesn't like me, doesn't mean I shouldn't help him. Didn't stop me before and shouldn't stop me now.