THE VERY NEXT DAY (a/n I know you are thinking dum dum dadadum duck song)

"Ryoooouuuu! Joey took my sandwich!" A whiney voice of the tri-coloured hair freak (also known as Yugi) cut into my thoughts.

"And I bloody care why?" I snap back and relish the look of shock on his little panda face. Ha ha ha, he looks so sad and helpless that I almost regret saying it. Almost.

"Hey, Ryou do you want to play Duel monsters with me?" says Yami.

"No because I actually think of other things besides cards and imaginary creatures."

"What's gotten into you today, Ryou? Wait, what's that on your wrists?" says a concerned Tea. I hastily pulled down the sleeves of my jacket to cover my arms. I hoped no one would notice my scars.

"Yeah, what happened?" chorused the voices of my other friends. I sigh and pull my hair in front of my face and turn away from them. What's the point? They are going to be ten times harder to explain to than Marik. The bell goes, time for class. Hooray (sarcastic voice).

"Hello students." Calls Miss Stewart as she crosses the room to the whiteboard. "We have a new student entering our class." Ohhh this will be interesting. She opens her mouth to say more but the door bursts open and slams against the wall.

"Ooops." Mutters a slightly cringing boy as he walks into the room. "Sorry. These doors are slightly more greased than the ones in Egypt." Something about him made me sit up straighter, stop sketching different ways of killing myself. He was beautiful. Something about him made me want to stare at him more.

"What are you sorry for, Marik? It's you doing a favour for them for actually turning up not the other way round." An annoyed sounding voice trailed after him. Followed by another similarly beautiful looking teen walked in.

"Shut up, Malik!" The one that seemed to be Marik hissed, "Sorry about my brother. He can get quite obnoxious at times. Owww!" The 'Owww' was caused by Malik punching him in the arm.

"That's quite alright, Marik. And you, Malik, you may not know this but we have a no contact policy, meaning you aren't allowed to punch people." Says Miss Stewart, at this Marik pointed and laughed at his brother earning another punch in the arm. Miss S just glared at him. "You can both go take a seat next to Ryou and Yugi." I saw Malik lean over and whisper something that sounded like 'dibs not with the white haired freak'. WHITE HAIRED FREAK! WHAT IS HE ON ABOUT, BLONDE HAIRED MORON! What makes matters worse is that Marik smiled at him and walked defiantly towards Yugi. Malik sighed and calmly strolled towards me, ignoring the stares of the other students.

"So… why are you in this dump?" I ask him when he finally sat down in the empty seat.

"Hmm? What? Sorry I couldn't hear you over my hotness." Marik was right, he is an obnoxious idiot. Of course he was put next to me. Damn you to the seventh hell, Bakura! "Who sat here? A freak like you? Or an idiot like that short panda kid?" I don't answer, I just kept staring at the front of the room. "Hello! I am talking to you!"

"I know, but I am choosing not to answer you because it would lead to conversation which means you talking and I really don't like your voice." I snap at him. Wow! I am on a roll today. Malik looked stunned for a short moment then muttered something about limey white-haired fruitcakes. Idiot. Freaking moron. Stupid Egyptian dork.

"Ryou?" Miss Stewart's piercing voice penetrated my soundless ranting.

"Yes?"

"what's the answer, Ryou, or were you not paying attention?" Damn! she knows me too well. I run my tingling fingertips through my hair, forgetting about my jacket sleeves. They slip down and for a second, my scars on my wrists showed.

"Umm… forty two?" I answer quickly.

"Maybe if we were doing maths but we are in history so the answer is no." Cow.

"hey." Hissed the annoying voice next to me.

"What?" I hiss back. This kid was getting on my nerves.

"Are you ok?" God I hated that question.

"Of course I am! Why wouldn't I be?"

"I saw your scars."

"So?" I stand up. "IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINEUS!" I yell and storm out of the room, slamming the door behind me. The floor and walls shook like a mini earthquake. Ha. A small smile played on my lips. Where to go, where to go indeed. Without realising it my feet had taken me to the park. The park I hadn't been to since Bakura left, there was too many memories.