Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ More Annoying That You Could Imagine ❯ Hall Moniter ( Chapter 3 )

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Who in there right mind impolys the school bullies as Hall Moniters? Why the [someplace warm' are there even Hall Moniters in a High School? Bakura is barely saved to make his way to second period.

Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.08.2003 | Updated On: 03.16.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 631 | Visits: 313 | Status: Completed

^^^^The chapter in Bakura's POV…begins^^^

As I make my way to second period, I am seriously sinking into depression. I was found in my wandering by a dreaded jock Hall Monitor. It was this tall tough kid [most likely a football player monitoring for punishment] in a blue uniform and a bright, blinding orange sash. Dark navy and lightening orange; a sickening mix of color, believe me. If you haven't seen it, you don't want to see it; and when you do, it won't leave your mind for hours.

Okay, naturally, when the guy found me he asked the require questions, "Where are you going?" and "Why the f- [censored] aren't you in class?" I was too captivated by his strange attire to answer and just blinked at him. I think this got him mad. [May I pause now to mention he was five times my size and all muscle?] Yeah, before I realized what was happening, he had me by the arm and was dragging me to I don't know where. He was muttering something about `smart alecs' and `stuck up snobs'. Knowing my luck once again, he was going to get some of his buddies out of first period to give me a serious working over. I hate it when people do that to me. This proved the fact, Hall Monitor or no; the guy was still only human. [Scratch the `only'; he looked about three-fourths a gorilla, too.]

I must be physic or something because he WAS getting his fellow chums out of class. But, by the grace of some divine intervention, someone stopped him before the lot could gather and gain up on me. I learned later that this was actually the principal. Bob, what a horrible thing to happen. Now the head of the friggen school knows who I am. Well, on the optimistic up side; at least I reached the office, finally.

The lady behind the desk was very sappy. She sat on her fat rear [v_vU as if I was looking] trying to stare ME down. The key word in `stare down' is, well, down. She seriously lacked the altitude needed to look higher than anything over a meter stick. I was thinking `Lady, it wouldn't kill you to stand up for once. At least put THAT much effort into your pathetic job,' as she spent ten minutes trying to get the attention of some office aid to carry my schedule over from her to me. The woman was a good two feet away the whole time, but the aid was almost three meters.

After finally getting my agenda [and missing all of first period in the process], I made my way, and still am, to second period. I approach the door. This class is History, which means I will most diffidently suck at it. I'm not good at all the memorizing and stuff. This doesn't mean I can't learn the info, I just can't remember it all by the time the tests are scheduled. I'm also bad at taking notes when teachers are lecturing.

Did I mention my most hated subject is Egyptian History? Yeah, there's a big reason for that, see: there's this incredibly rude, something, living in a certain pendant [uh…Ring] that I own.