Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ School Days ❯ New Teacher ( Chapter 1 )

Authors Notes: Hey everyone! TLA here with another story! I'm warning you now, it has a bit of a slow beginning, but I'm hoping you'll enjoy it. I have this thing about naming stories, it is like naming a child, if you don't have the proper name then it just doesn't fit! So this story is a working name in progress!

 

Synopsis: Hikari is hired as a teacher at her former high school; however the class she winds up teaching isn't what she expected. She is the teacher for a bunch of misfits; from arrogance to laziness to plain shyness, the class teaches Hikari that there is much more in life then just school.

 

Disclaimer: I do not own digimon, or anything associated with it.

 

 

 

School Days

By: Takerus Lost Angel

 

 

 

She stared longingly at the grey building before her. It had been years since she passed through its large red doors. The school was just as she remembered it; the soccer field still lay east of the building where she and her friends would watch Daisuke and Ken duke it out. The playground had lost its luster and began to fall apart, but still it reminded her of the times that she and Miyako would discuss which boys were cute and who they wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole. She walked up the cracked pavement steps, and pushed the door open and walked through. In her mind she could hear the dribbling of a basketball coming from the gymnasium, and the image of her husbands; then teenage self smiling up at her. Even the memories of running to the computer room everyday after school came rushing back to her.

 

She stood dazed for a moment relishing all the good times. She somberly walked down the hallway gazing into classrooms she once sat in. This time it was different, no longer was she the studious student looking up at her teachers for direction, no she was the teacher who would be giving the advice to students. She smiled happily as she made her way to the principal's office; she chuckled lightly. The only time she had ever steeped into the principal's office was when they would listen to one of Daisuke's hair brain schemes. The only person she knew to be in Mr. Fujiyama's office more then Daisuke would be her own brother Taichi. Between the two of them, they could probably tell you exactly how many ceiling tiles or picture frames were in there.

 

She stood outside the principal's office, this was it. The time had come; finally after years of substituting at various schools, she was finally offered a full time permanent position. She took a deep breath in before opening the door.

 

She looked around the small office, from what she could recall the room seemed different, no longer was there a large oak desk in a huge empty space; no the room was divided. In the space of about two feet, sat six folding chairs, an end table full of old magazines and newspapers and a long aluminum desk. Behind the desk sat an older woman; with slightly graying hair and a pair of thick rimmed glasses perched on her nose. Behind her was another desk; on it was another telephone and fax machine. The table was scattered with different sheets of paper. In the corner were two photocopier machines and a water cooler. On the opposite side was a large door labeled Principal's Office.

 

The young woman cautiously approached the desk that the older woman was sitting at. The older woman eyed her suspiciously. “Can I help you?” She asked in an annoyed tone.

 

“Kon'nichi wa, my name is Takashi Hikari, I'm the new teacher.” She smiled meekly.

 

The older woman pointed towards the folding chairs, Hikari slowly made her way to the chairs. She placed her bag beside her, she was about to pick up one of the magazines when the principal's door swung open.

 

“Now, get back to class. I don't want to see you in my office again you hear?” The principal spoke harshly.

 

The teen looked squarely at the Principal. “Whatever.” The teen then marched past the astonished Hikari. Never had she heard such disrespect from a student, especially when addressing a respectful person such as a Principal.

 

Hikari looked painfully at the Principal. He had such a tired look on his face. The creases around his forehead, made him look a lot older then what he was. His dark hair showed signs of ageing as grey colouring crept the sides of his face. His bushy mustache also had hints of grey. He definitely did not appear to be a native Japanese man; he was definitely a foreigner from the West.

 

“Beniha.” The Principal bellowed, causing the older woman to look at him. “Where is Nagomi?”

 

“She called in sick today.” She stated calmly, as if the empty desk behind her was not enough of a given.

 

The man rubbed his temples in frustration. “Anything else?”

 

“There is a Takashi Hikari, here to see you.” The woman pointed to Hikari, who was sitting in the folding chair politely.

 

Hikari jumped from her seat, she had almost had forgotten her manners. She bowed towards the man. “Ko'nichi wa, I'm Takashi Hikari.” She beamed brightly.

 

The man walked towards her from behind the desk. He wasn't that much taller then her and up close she could see desperation in his eyes, almost as if something had been troubling him. “Ah, Hikari, it is so great to finally meet you in person. As you already know I am Wataru; Prinicipal of this wonderful facility.” The man embraced Hikari's hand while ushering her out of the office. Hikari gave one final look over her shoulder at the secretary behind the desk, who mouthed the words good luck.

 

Hikari had to jog to keep up with the man; he talked so fast that it was hard to understand him. “It's such a shame; you'll be the third teacher this year.”

 

Hikari stopped in her tracks. “What do you mean I'm the third teacher?” She had a look of shear terror on her face.

 

“I assure you Hikari, it is nothing to fear. These students just need some guidance. Only one of them tried to light to bathroom on fire.” The Principal stopped in front of a classroom. “This is your classroom A-7.”

 

The Principal opened the door to the classroom. Yelling and screaming could be heard from within its four walls. Hikari stood at a stand still, the world around her seemed to slow down as she gazed upon the students.

 

Reiji, stop pulling Tsukimi's hair

 

Students were running around the classroom, ignoring the pleas of the Principal.

 

Saori! Stop talking on your cell phone.

 

The class was in utter chaos, students were throwing paper airplanes through the air.

 

Fukashi, stop sleeping in class!

 

If this was Kami's idea as payback for the time she and Takeru “accidentally” popped Taichi's soccer ball, this was just too much. She would do anything at this point in time to sink away into the shadows, and pretend this wasn't happening.

 

It wasn't until a paper ball hit her in the side of the head that brought her back to reality. She had enough. There was absolutely no reason for these students to be acting this way. She had never seen anyone in her entire life to show this much disrespect. These students made Daisuke look like an angel. The young teacher took a deep breath, “SILENCE!”

 

The student's heads along with the Principals turned to look at the exasperated woman. Everyone stared blankly at the teacher. “Students, this is your new teacher Takashi-sensi. I want you to all treat her with respect.” The Principal introduced. The Principal looked at Hikari one final time. “I want a report at the end of the day.” With that the Principal left the young woman by herself.

 

Hikari looked timidly at the students before her. She had ten pairs of eyes staring into her soul. The classroom was darkly clad; there was a desk at the front of the class, with ten smaller desks in front of that. A blackboard lined the wall behind the desk, while three windows lined the wall to the right. Book cases lined the windows, while the back wall had several hooks and cubby holes. The remaining wall had bulletin boards, and the door out to the hallway. Hikari opened her mouth but was interrupted. A boy with dark brown spiky hair spoke.

 

“Just for the record we make the rules.” He said coyly.

 

Hikari raised a brow. “Is that so?” The boy nodded triumphantly. “By all means, I don't want to interrupt you. If you make the rules, then you must be the teacher?”

 

The boy looked quizzically at her. “Yeah, that's right.” He said smugly.

 

“Well then, the lesson plans on the desk. I don't want to stand in your way of teaching the class.”

 

“I d-d-don't teach.”

 

“Well then you are not the teacher, I am. I make the rules. It is do not, not don't.” She said smartly.

 

“Oh snap! You gots told!” A girl with blond hair and the front shouted, the rest of the class giggled in agreement.

 

Hikari furrowed her brow in annoyance. “Well let us start with roll call. Akiyuki?” Silence, no one responded. She called again. “Akiyuki?” Again silence. Hikari looked at the attendance sheet. There were only ten names on her list, and there were only ten seats in the classroom and all of them were filled. Her tactics for being nice would have to change, she needed a new strategy. She needed to show them who was in charge. “I know you all are here, whether you co-operate or not, I will learn who all of you are.”

 

A hand shot up, it was the boy who had interrupted her earlier. She nodded towards him. “I'm here. I'm Akiyuki.” Hikari smiled; maybe, just maybe, this would get better.

 

“Asuna?”

 

The girl with blond hair at the front of the class raised her hand.

 

“Eito?”

 

“Here.” A boy with red curly hair near the back of classroom chimed.

 

“Fukashi?” Silence. Not this again, Hikari thought.

 

Akiyuki, leaned across his desk and smacked the boy in front of him across the head. “Here.” A boy with dark framed glasses meekly replied.

 

“Isa?”

 

“Here.” A dark haired girl, who was sitting beside the blond girl, replied softly.

 

“Katsu?”

 

A girl with pink and purple pigtails raised her hand diligently.

 

“Meitetsu?”

 

A boy with blond hair sitting beside Akiyuki smiled. “Right here, beautiful!” He teased. Hikari rolled her eyes in annoyance.

 

“Reiji?”

 

A long dark haired boy, who was sitting in the back of the classroom, raised his hand quietly.

 

“Saori?”

 

A blue haired girl; with several piercing, who was sitting beside Katsu, raised her hand.

 

“And Tsukimi?”

 

“Here.” A girl with long red hair replied softly.

 

Hikari looked at the class before her. It couldn't be that bad could it? She was able to get through roll call with few interruptions. That was a sign wasn't it? Maybe Kami wasn't playing such a wicked trick on her. “So, let us get to know one another.”

 

“What is there to know? You've probably heard the stories by now.” Akiyuki shot. “We're the misfits.”

 

“The rejects!” Katsu yelled.

 

“The losers, the freaks, the nobodies.” Eito chimed in.

 

“Teachers think were too high strung, or can't handle us so they throw us all into one class.” Akiyuki continued.

 

“Were pegged from day one, if we even put on toe out of line it's to Wacko's office!” Isa commented.

 

“It is Principal Wataru.” Hikari corrected.

 

“Whatever.” Isa waved off.

 

“If everyone had their way, we would be out on the street.” Akiyuki argued. “No one cares about us. All we've got is each other.”

 

 

 

Author's Notes: I hope you all enjoyed the story so far, it is a little different then what I am used to writing, but it's always good to try new things.

 

Translations:

 

Ko'nichi wa - good afternoon

 

P.S. All the names used in the story are all traditional as well as present day Japanese names. I got the names from a very useful site, if you want more information on this site, do not hesitate to ask.