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Chills by Down with Webster was heard from a familiar pair of skull candy headphones as their owner nodded off in class. He had already heard it once and the repeat just kicked in.

Instrumental

I fell like soldiers on the front line

Under your spell and the magic you inspire

Every farewell sets me on fire

And I find it all so funny,

Like a joke without a

Punchline

My hearts racing trying to catch up with you,

The light that you let of is gold.

I can't shake the this feeling it fills the room,

These chills didn't come from the cold.

They came from you.

They came from you.

Suddenly, he heard a loud *Crack*. He looked up; uninterested in the situation to see his teacher glaring at him. He returned it with a look of boredom in his hazel eyes until the woman looked away.

"Sanders would you like to turn off that music?" she asked. "It's very distracting."

"Well it isn't distracting me so you might have to work around it," he replied. "Oh and please call me Thomas. Last I checked you're not Japanese and we've know each other for almost a year anyway." This caused every student besides the girl sitting next to him to chuckle.

Thomas reached out his hand and received the familiar feeling of a lunch time detention being placed in it before fixing his glasses and seemingly returning to his nap. The girl had sighed when she heard the ruler hit her friend's desk. Just because they had done late night missions on Sunday didn't mean that he couldn't log off when they were done and get some sleep, BUT NO, he had to try and get that annoying brat to get some better gear in game. She knew that he was trying to do what was better for everyone, but as usual he got the short end of the stick. The memory alone of the 13 year old made her want to hit something. She had finally begun to calm down when Thomas smiled at her. "Oh come on," he said. "I'm not that bad Em." Frantically she started scribbling things in the back of her book to distract herself, most of which involve doodles of an anime mascot they nicknamed devil spawn.

When their lunch break started, Emily tore out three pages filled with her drawings and put them on the desk besides her. "OH, maybe with these we can find and cage the real Kyubey." Thomas said. Emily laughed and turned to leave. However she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw who was the about to come into their class; Christopher 'Chris' Mitchell. He stood at Emily's height and was fairly muscular which seemed to be shown off by his grey t-shirt and blue jeans. Thomas's eye twitched the minute he saw Emily staring and he started to rub his locket. He had nothing against Chris personally, hell he was even pretty close to the guy; but there was just one thing he couldn't stand about him: the way Emily seemed drawn to him. He could understand why but he didn't have to like it.

Chris passed Emily after saying a quick 'hi' and instantly made his way toward Thomas. They started disusing the differences of their detention slips. Chris was apparently caught chewing gum in class, didn't deny it and refused to spit it out claiming "if I do that everyone here will have to smell my morning breath. Even you teach." Thomas laughed after hearing it and looked at Em. He motioned that she should leave, but when looking into her eyes he saw that she was daydreaming in Chris's direction. "You ok there Emily?" Chris asked, genuinely concerned. She turned bright crimson and left mumbling 'sorry, sorry. OH god you blew it, baka' to herself. Thomas grinned at his crush's nervousness. The two of them pulled out D-phones from their pockets; Thomas's was dark purple with red lining while Chris's was a very dark green. As expected, Thomas had Bearmon nodding his furry head to the music playing however Chris had a more peculiar partner; it was a grey t-rex with yellow eyes and arms as long as its legs with the area past its biceps large and wide. The strangest thing about it was the digital hazard symbol, (four triangles-and upside down triangle in the centre and a different one connected to each point at the centre) the bottom triangle was radiation green instead of black.

The Digimon and humans both chatted away until their supervisor walked in and told them to shut up.

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As usual, Emily was sitting alone in the cafeteria. She had already eaten and was using the rest of the break to 'try' and relax. She blew her untamable black hair out of her face while angrily ranting to her little kendo lizard about her trouble.

"What the hell Kotemon!" she said; quiet yet firm. "Why do I have to just freeze up like that around him. I mean come on, he's just a guy but every time I see that damn buzz cut I just, just . . . ."

"Melt," he finished calmly. He glanced around checking to see if anyone else would be in hearing range before continuing. "Maybe Emily, you have strong emotional feelings for this Christopher."

She stared blankly at her partner before laughing awkwardly and nodding her head.

"Probably Kotemon," His eyes slimmed down as though he was smiling before he stiffened up again. She looked over her shoulder to see Chris grinning like a mad man behind her.

"Well at least you talk to someone," he said. A familiar feeling of heat ran up to Emily's face.

"H-how, how m-much did you hear?" she asked, stuttering like crazy.

"I came in at 'Probably', not much but still." Emily sighed.

"I really expected Thomas to come instead of you though."

"Yea, poor Tom got stuck in for his headphones."

"Always does, he should try to leave home without them for once."

"We both know he won't do that."

They laughed. It was only then that Emily realized her blush had died down. She was about to try and continue the conversation when the bell to signal lunch's end was sounded. "Well I hope I see you around Emily." She got up and made her way back to her class for roll call in a daze.

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"I'm home!" Emily yelled. In return her house was quiet enough to hear a pin drop. 10 steps later she was reading a note on the dining table.

"Dear Emily,

If we're not home by the time you read this your sister's game is running later than expected. You know the numbers for a delivery and I left you $40 for whatever you're going to get. I'll call when we leave in case you want us to pick up something instead.

Love, Mom"

Emily set off towards her sanctuary (room) and on the way passed countless medals for almost every competitive sport she knew; all of which belonged to her mother and little sister.