Saturday, July 24, 2004

~ Part 9 ~
Thoughs that apper nice usually are. But for thoughs that act nice they’ll never know when there rep will be ruined.

Yugi and his friends spent most of the weekend together. To the movies, park, arcade, (I love video games ^-^), and after they were all utterly spent and tired, it was monday. Time for school (ugh) The morning wasn’t all that great either. It had started to rain. It was just a gloomy day.

~~~~~~~ In the classroom ~~~~~~~~~

Kara: hahaha that’s a good one ^-^
Joey: tehe I know and after we caught tea working there she drowned our burgers in ketchup. That’s how we became friends.
Kara: Ha, I can just see that.
Yugi: ugh, did you have to tell her that story?
Joey: yeah well, it was a funny story.
Tea: *walking up* So whats up guys?
Yugi & Joey: *both jump a little* Hey!
Tea: Hey, whats wrong. *pfft* Kara whats wrong with thoughts two?
Kara: They were telling me about the time you all became friends.
Tea: YOU BOTH DID WHAT?! *For the younger crowd this scene has been omitted* Now, How are you Kara?
Kara: O.O; fine, You?
Tea: Great!

Most of the morning drowned on with the teacher lecturing on the dissection of frogs. They were going to do the lab that afternoon so the morning was SO boring (_-_;;zzz) The rain had never stopped and the roads were getting flooded. The afternoon wasn’t suppose to get much better for the students. That is until the intercom announcement startled the whole class.

*the bell rings signaling the start of class*

Teacher: now class as we were talking about before the frog is not a toy and therefo—

(the loudspeaker buzzed and the teacher shushed the class)

Teacher: Yes?
Intercom: We have been informed that there is a child in your class that has enrolled illegally. She has taken on a false name and identity. Her uncle is here to pick her up now. Critha you are to turn in your books and not leave the class until your uncle comes to get you. That is all.

The class was silent. Everyone turned to stare at Critha. Her face had gone death white.

Critha: I--- I--- Bu--- Bu--- I--- Di--- N--- I--- *she stumbled through her words*
Teacher: I think you hear them miss--- who ever your are.
Critha: You don’t understand! I’m really Critha! Honest you can call my parents!
Teacher: Yeah sure, Books! Now!

She sat there unable to move. She started shaking and tears weld up in her eyes. There was a knock on the door and a man came in. He was fat and had well greased hair. After him came a man in a suit. He looked like the man that had followed Kara last week. The fat mans eyes sweeped the room, settled on Critha for a moment, then went on. He sorted through everyone. His eyes also settled on Kaiba. Kaiba just sat there with his eyes glaring forward at the man.

Uncle: Calla, lets go.

The class all looked back at Critha. She was still white. The one that stood up instead was Kara. She had her books in one hand and her pack in the other. She strode up to the teachers desk and dumped her books on them, knocking many of the teachers thing off.

Teacher: Hey!---
Calla: *tisk* you really shouldn’t put your things so close to the edge they could fall off.
Teacher: WHA?---
Uncle: Calla, You’d been missing for a week! What?! Did you think I wouldn’t find you if you went to school?! You’re a stupid child. Why you were even born is beyond me. *he turned toward the door*
Calla: *tff* You should really watch you manners, old man. You are in a school.

Her uncle spun around and grabbed her right arm. His grip was painful and she winced a little at the pain. He pulled he close so no one else could here.

Uncle: *In a threatening voice* Listen girl, I spent a lot of time trying to find you.
Calla: *Mimicking him* Oh really perhaps I should… thank you in someway?
Uncle: *He practically hissed through his teeth* You will regret though words runt.
Calla: *still mimicking him* Oh really? Than I should mind you huh.
Uncle: *pulling her so close he was all but spitting in her face* Your nothing but a dog! You should feel gratitude toward me child!

She looked at him for a moment, smiled, and then spit in his face. (O.o;;) His face turned red. He grabbed her other arm and, using all his strength, threw her. She fell against the closed classroom door… and it broke open with a loud crash.

Teacher: Sir please!
Uncle: Peterson, grab that ingrate and lets go!

The suited man walked out the door and helped her up. The uncle walked out the door and started down the hall. Calla stood up and dusted herself off. On her right arm a bruise started to form.

Peterson: *Leaned close to her* You really shouldn’t make him mad.
Calla: That’s the fun of it all.

She started down the hall with her pack over her shoulder. Most of the classroom doors were open from all the commotion. She walked down the hall with her head held high. Her eyes stared strait ahead with venom in them. The once kind eyes had turned ice cold. Peterson followed at a close pace. A lot of the kids from her class had moved into the hallway to watch her go.

Yugi: *to himself* I guess she was just acting to be nice

Tristan: Hey guys come look at this!

Some moved back inside the classroom to where he was pointing. Out the window they could see a limo with 5 other guys in suits. They could see her walk out of the building in front of her uncle. She skipped down the steps. Instead of stopping as she down to the bottom step, though, she broke into a run toward the ally. The fat man started shouting and the men in suits went after her.

Uncle: *to Peterson* I swear! If you lose her again. IT WILL BE THE END OF YOUR CAREER!!!
Peterson: Yes sir! *He runs after the others*
Uncle: *to himself* ‘That child is going to die for this.’ *He gets into his limo and drives off*

*next part* the chase

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