Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Children of Shadow ❯ Welcome to Domino High ( Chapter 2 )

Me: Hi everyone!

Kaiba: Be warned- she's high on Reeses.

Marik: You're one to talk.

Kaiba: What's that supposed to mean?

Marik: It means you eat skittles constantly! I'm surprised you're not high by now!

Isis: Maybe he is….

Me: Or maybe he's developed an immunity to them- like Bakura and his god awful patties….

Bakura: *blinks, eats pattie*

Me: Yoink!

Isis: She's back to normal.

Marik: Run away!

Me: Nooooo! *pounce on Kaiba* Kaiba! Disclaimer!

Kaiba: Can't- breathe- *is turning blue*

Me: Oh. Oops. *gets off him*

Kaiba: *gasp* Much better. AMK does not own ygo, and I thank god every day for it.

Me: Har dee har har. You know, maybe I should have Isis do my disclaimers.

Isis: *groan* Have mercy!

Me: I'm just kidding.

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Cassie's POV

Next morning I was on my way to my new school. One thing that bugged me was the uniforms- we didn't have to wear them in Cairo. Another thing that bugged me was the uniform itself- which consisted of the to kinds of clothes I hate most- One, anything pink, two, skirts. Just my luck it had them both.

"And I have to walk around in this the whole day?" I asked Ryou for maybe the billionth time. He nodded and kept walking.

I groaned inwardly. Not only was the skirt necessary, but it was a little to short for my liking. It was a breezy morning, and every time the wind started, my skirt would flare dangerously high around my thighs. I didn't understand this uniform at all- was it supposed to make girls sex targets?

"So, what I want to know is, does this school want their girls to get raped? Because if they do, they're doing a great job," I said gesturing towards some jerk across the street who was very interested in my legs. I flipped him off and kept walking, hiking my bookbag up on my shoulders.

We turned a corner and the school came into view. I must admit, I was amazed. "It's huge!" I gasped.

Ryou shrugged. "Not really."

"Maybe not to you." My old school in Cairo was about half this size. Plus, it hadn't had a sports field or running track. I could see that was one thing I'd like about this place.

Me and Ryou headed for the principals office when we got inside. It was on the ground floor, I learned from Ryou that the school had three stories. When we came inside the office, a lady at a desk looked up from the letter she was adressing. "Hello Ryou!" she said, smiling. "And who is this?" she said, looking at me. I treated her to my best shove-off-or-you'll-get-it look, noting that she had way too much lipstick on. Her smile dropped a few notches. Ryou hurridly took over.

"We're here to see Principal Kazuki," he said in his soft accent. I wondered for the umpteenth time why my cousin always talked like he was at a funeral.

The lady decided it would be better not to talk, she waved us towards a door to our right and went back to her letter. We stepped through the door into the principals office.

Some middle-aged guy at a fancy desk looked up as we walked in. "Ah, Ryou," he adknowledged. "And you must be Cassidy," he said, turning to me.

"It's Cassie."

"All right then, Cassie. Do you have the records?"

I slid my backpack off and dug through it for a moment before finding the off-white folder holding my school papers. I straightened up and handed it to him. Ryou looked up at the clock and whispered to me that he had to get to class, and then he left. So I was stuck waiting while some guy who I hadn't even known for five minutes went through my entire school history. Joy.

The principal read through the records once before looking up at me. "It seems you get average grades in all areas- though your math scores could use a little improving." I silently ground my teeth. "And it says here that you're quite the little- how do I put this-"

"Bitch?" I supplied helpfully.

The principals face grew stern. "Miss Bakura, I will let you know now that here at Domino High we do not tolerate such language. If you are caught in further use of it, you will be suspended. Do you understand?"

"What's not to?" I muttered.

He took up the subject of my records again. "It says you have a knack for- getting yourself into trouble."

"I knew they'd say that."

He ignored me, apparently sarcasm was wasted on him. "It also says you've gotten in several fights."

Several? Several hundred, maybe. I kept my thoughts to myself, though.

He continued. "And you've been having sessions with the school counselor, is that correct?"

"Yes." I didn't bother to add that my sessions had been unsuccesful. That my problem was something no counselor could cure.

The principal put the papers aside and looked dead at me. I looked back at him. If he wanted a staring contest, that was fine with me.

"Miss Bakura." I fought the urge to pretend to gag. There they all went again with the 'Miss Bakura' stuff. They always did.

"After looking at your past choices, I realize that you must have some reason to act the way you do."

I picked at a scab on my knuckle. He paused and went on. "And I know that you have been through- recent difficulties. I respect that you may feel troubled after what happened to your parents.

I froze. He was talking about my parents. No, I thought. Shut up. You didn't even know them.

"But even though I respect your past, it is no reason to be difficult. If you continue to exibit behavior such as fighting, you will be suspended and possibly expelled." He looked at me meaningfully. "I'm sorry about…." He trailed off.

I just stood there, a slow, sick rage coursing through me. This guy thought I was acting like a delinquent because of what happened to my parents. He thought I was some phsyco who took out her grief on other kids. I could feel the anger burning in my gut, threatening to take hold. He had no idea what I had lived through, what I still had to live with. That bastard. I clenched my jaw.

The principal gave me a schedule for my classes, as well a a small map of the school to get around with. I took them with hands that were wanting to reach out and wrap around his neck. As I bent to zip up my backpack, I contracted my face several times. All of a sudden I was aware of the all-too-familiar buzzing at the back of my skull. Oh shit.

I stood up quickly and forced a smile. I wanted out of there ASAP!

I could see the principals face twitching oddly. Without waiting for permission, I rushed to the door.

"Sorry, gotta get to class. We can talk later, all right? Yeah. Later, that's good. Right. Bye!" The words tumbled out of my mouth as I fumbled with the doorknob. Opening the door, I sped through the main office, not even noticing the secretary. Once outside, I pressed myself flat against the wall, squeezing my eyes shut and breathing heavily.

That had been a very close call. I couldn't remember the last time I had lost control like that- but last time my parents had still been alive.

Regaining my composure, I looked at the schedule in my hands. First class was English. According to the map, it was just down the hall. I shouldered my bag and headed towards my first day at Domino High. Time to see if I would fit in, what the other students would think of me. Whether I was considered a shark or a minnow.

Time to see if I would survive.

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Me: That's all for now!

Kaiba: No, really? I never would have guessed!

Me: *frown, hits Kaiba over the head with my new X2 dvd case* Bad Kaiba! Bad muse!

Marik: Owtch.

Isis: Ditto.

Me: Now say it!

Kaiba: x_x0 Remember to review…. *passes out*