Cyber Love;; Chapter 4

By aZn dReAmEr xD

Author's Note:

Thank you for all the reviews, everyone! I really appreciate it!

This chapter is dedicated to the student who died in my school. It isn't fair for those who died innocently- it really isn't. They didn't do anything wrong, but… that's just life, I guess. R.I.P Sam.

Please read, review, and enjoy!

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Ulrich had eventually walked home, due to Yumi's insistence. She, however, stayed. She finally fell asleep after a few hours of weeping, crying, and self-pity.

She woke up to a rainy, gloomy day that portrayed only devastation. She sighed, adjusting herself in the uncomfortable chair in the Waiting Room. Her parents had kicked her out of the Emergency Room since she was crying too much, and because she wanted to sleep.

She yawned, stretching. Yumi tiredly put two feet on the ground, unsteadily looking for the Emergency Room. But her parents found her in the hallway.

"Yumi, dear, why are you up?" her mother yawned.

"Mama, it's 11 AM." Yumi rolled her eyes.

"Oh." Her mother answered, knocking herself into a wall, her eyes drooping with every second passing.

"What happened to Hiroki?" Yumi questioned, afraid of the answer.

"He's been put in a coma." Her father replied, sighing.

"IS HE GOING TO DIE?" Yumi shouted anxiously, grasping her father's shoulders with an abnormal strength. "Please! Say no, please!" she sank down to the ground, clutching her father's legs as if she were two again. "Please!"

"I don't know, sweetheart. I don't know." He said somberly.

Yumi was deadly silent.

"Why don't you go back to school? Maybe it'll help you get your mind off of things." He suggested.

"But Papa, Hiroki-"

"Yumi," he said in a stern voice. "GO."

"… Yes, Papa." Yumi muttered, running out of the hall. She grabbed her long, black coat from a rusty chair in the Waiting Room, and threw it on. She hurried out of the hospital, her tears blending in with the heavy rain outside.

She knew where the school was by heart. She raced through the trees, past the fountain, and rushed through the gate to find herself in front of the school. She breathed heavily, panting, half-dead. No life.

She burst through the doors, and opened her mouth to scream, but no voice came out. She calmed herself down, by fanning herself with her hands. She was still screaming mentally, but at least on the outside, she looked a bit calmer.

Yumi walked slowly into the office, and found Ms. Heines, the new secretary. She was young, with medium-length blonde hair. Yumi was guessing she had just gotten out of college.

"Excuse me, but may I have a late pass?" Yumi took a moment to clear her cracking voice, and swallowed a few times. She disguised her voice with a sweet, serene one, a voice that heard no troubles.

"Of course, dear. Name?" Ms. Heines's silky voice asked.

"Yumi Ishiyama."

"Homeroom?"

"Mrs. Herkle."

"Reason for tardiness?"

"Temporary illness."

"Okay dear, here you go." Ms. Heines placed the pass on the counter without looking at her. She was engrossed with her cell phone.

"Thanks." Yumi rushed out of there, her black boots sliding every which way in the hallway.

She found her Math class, and hastily opened the door, with her soaking wet hair dripping on the floor. A great image, huh?

That's when it struck her. She had forgotten to stop by her locker to pick up her books. She hadn't taken the time to dry herself off. Her black coat was dripping wet, her hair was straight, but soaking wet strands of hair, and her pants soaking wet from her boots splashing into puddles. Water ran down her face.

"Ms. Ishiyama?" Mr. Hertz raised an eyebrow. He was Mrs. Hertz's husband. Mrs. Hertz was a Science teacher for the seventh grade, a teacher in which Yumi had. Mr. Hertz taught Math.

"Um. Yes?"

Gasps, snickers, and whispers clouded the room.

Ulrich stared at her, a bit worriedly. She glanced at him, and smiled a bit. Then turned her head back to Mr. Hertz.

"Here's my late pass, Mr. Hertz. I'm sorry I'm late." She handed the pass to him confidently.

"All right then…" he said, scanning the pass. "Try not to be late too often, Ms. Ishiyama. Have you forgotten your math textbook?"

"I'm afraid so."

"Take a seat next to Mr. Stern. Your forgetful classmates around you have forgotten their math supplies as well." He glared at the students, but their heads remained buried in the book, trying to avoid his deadly gaze.

"Very well." Yumi slid into the chair besides Ulrich, and looked over his shoulder to peer at the Math text.

Ulrich moved the textbook so it was in the middle of them. He could feel burning, envious gazes of both genders staring at them, but he brushed it off.

Yumi didn't talk about the events that happened the night before, looking as confident, as pride as she always did. She would keep maintaining her popular and perfect image as always. Whatever she did, how she did it, and when she did it would only melt into the mind, until it would disappear. Yumi would forever remain her popularity, even if she came into the class all wet. Her beauty always shone through it all.

Mr. Hertz's class ticked by slowly, as he began to talk about polynomials.

Yumi stretched under her desk, and yawned. "Nap time."

Her head hit the desk, and sleep finally caught up to her. Ulrich stared at the peaceful girl beside him, and sighed.

The life of a high-schooler was complicated.

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"YUMI!" Aelita gasped, rushing towards her best friend as soon as Lunch came.

"Hey," Yumi smiled, dropping into Aelita's wide arms.

"Are you okay? Ohmygod, is everything okay? You don't look good."

"I'm fine… Hiroki's in a coma though. I don't want to talk about it." Yumi sighed.

"All right then…"

"How was your date?"

"HE'S SO SWEET!" Aelita gushed. "He bought me strawberry cheesecake! And you KNOW how much I love pink cheesecake."

"You… do?"

"Well, now I do!" she sighed happily.

"Mm hmm…"

Aelita went on and on, as Yumi listened, playing with her meatballs and gravy. It wasn't exactly her choice of lunch.

It was helpless. The pink-dressed girl was never going to shut up.

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Later: After School

Yumi collapsed on her bed, tired than she was before. She got up, and went to her computer.

She signed on, wondering if anyone was online.

Only one person was online today- lyokowarrior8. She barely knew the guy, but it was fun talking to him.

silentnightmares: Hey.
lyokowarrior8: Hey, what's up?

Yumi pondered what to say, then finally came up with an answer.

silentnightmares: My life sucks, for lack of better words.
lyokowarrior8: Eh, mine too.
silentnightmares: Why? What happened? It can't be much worse than my life.
lyokowarrior8: Maybe not. You go first.
silentnightmares: A family member was in an accident and was sent to the hospital.
lyokowarrior8: God, that's horrible. My "friend" went through the same thing.
silentnightmares: And to make it worse, I might like this guy who probably doesn't like me back.
lyokowarrior8: Nah, I'm sure he likes you. But I might like this girl who definitely doesn't like me back. She has this image, that makes you go, "Woah." She's popular, pretty, smart, but she hides it so well, it's insane.
silentnightmares: : Hm, I might be good friends with this girl.
lyokowarrior8: Come to think of it, you might. You guys would be really close friends, actually.
silentnightmares: But I might really like this guy, but I don't want to. I'm sure I don't. He's probably just a jerk, even though he did offer to drive me, and he said he was sorry for an accident that occurred a few years ago.
silentnightmares: He's probably just kissing up to me or something. Omggg, what do I freaking do?
lyokowarrior8: Uh.
silentnightmares: Mm hmm, thanks for the help.
lyokowarrior8: You're very welcome.
lyokowarrior8: Hey, don't feel bad. I might like a girl who doesn't like me back, and I don't know what to do about it. I probably don't like her though, it's usually just a short-term thing. She hates me. I dont know wadda do about it.
silentnightmares: Um. Well… don't do anything about it.
lyokowarrior8: Okay then… I still have a lot more problems, you know.
silentnightmares: Oh, joy.
silentnightmares: I'd love to stay and chat, but I g2g. It's nice to know I'm not alone in the world in the world though.

Yumi, it's a smaller world than you think.

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A/N: Bleh. Not content with this chapter, but I don't really have the mind to think about what I could do to make it better. Lots of schoolwork to do, so better off to just get this off my mind...

Teachers have to be so freaking evil, giving students stupid, retarded projects RIGHT before Spring Break. I mean, wtf, that's like, cruelty to their own species! GAH.

... Anyway. READ AND REVIEW! Please and thank you.

OH! And before I forget, go and read FOX KITSUNE'S stories. They are GREAT, she's a such a nice person and a REALLYYY good authoress. So go on and read and review her stories; you won't regret it!

--Jenn