[YGO] A New Chapter - Chapter Eight
※ Pairing - Fragileshipping
※ Warnings - It's one of my older stories.
※ Disclaimer - I obviously don't own it.
[Ryou’s Diary: Entry 202 - Date: September 25th, 1997 (Age: 11)]
Dear Diary,
Today was a little different. I’ve missed about a month of school from the move, but Ms. J was just beginning to give out a few assignments that should have been handed out at the beginning. She had lost them and had now just found them, so she handed them out. The first assignment was easy; we had to write a full-page story about ourselves. She said it was private and that anything written on the paper was for her eyes only and that she’d burn them at home once she read through them.
Seeing as how it was private I broke one of my rules. I said that I didn’t have any friends back home and that my father was hoping that this move would change that. I actually told her about the first day here and about what had happened and been said throughout the day and how I felt about it.
I was on the next assignment when she looked up from a paper on her desk. She asked me if I was supposed to be in this class. I was confused, but then remembered that I had written my age down. I told her that this was the class the principal had told me to come to and had even showed her my schedule. But it still didn’t convince her. She left the room for a few minutes and that’s when it happened.
I have a few of Yami’s friends, you know, the one’s that had been sitting with him yesterday in my class. One of them is Seto Kaiba, he was the boy on the laptop, another is Isis Ishtar, and she is Seto’s girlfriend. She is the one that I think is Egyptian. Another one in the class is Mai Valentine, you remember, the girl with practically no clothes on? Yeah, and then there’s Tristan Taylor, he was the one in the trench coat.
Well, Tristan went up to the teacher’s desk and read my work aloud to the class. Everyone was laughing, but I noticed that Yami didn’t do anything and that kind of surprised me. He just sat staring at Tristan from his desk, he was totally passive. I can remember some of what I wrote so I’ll write it down…you’ll get the idea anyway.
‘My name is Ryou Bakura and I am eleven years old and until recently I have lived in London, England since I was born. My mother died from childbirth complications and I don’t remember her at all, only stories and pictures my dad has. My father is an archaeologist and I’ve been to Egypt lots of times with him. He was originally born in Domino City and thought that it would be nice to move back here. It wasn’t very hard leaving London since I didn’t have any friends to hold me back. I guess I’m still a target for bullies.
My father was hoping that the move here would be different from before, but it’s exactly the same. I haven’t even spoken to anyone and they all make fun of me. It all started with this one boy, but for his sake, I won’t say his name. I don’t think anybody knows who I am since the only name anybody knows me by is ‘England’, this is excluding the teachers of course. It hurts to know I’ll never be accepted.’
I said this before, but everyone laughed at me and I can’t understand why. When Tristan had finished my paper he laughed along with everyone else, and finally Seto Kaiba looked at me and asked if I was really only eleven. I nodded and they began to laugh again. If I hadn’t been used to being laughed at from living in London I probably would have started to cry, but I didn’t.
Ms. J had come back and had caught Tristan, and she had given him a detention. Then she had told me that the principal would be away for a few days and that tomorrow I have to go back to grade six.
In a way I feel a little better, I mean, I’ll be around people my age. Maybe it’ll be easier and maybe I’ll find someone I can talk to.
Though right now I doubt it.
- Ryou
※ Warnings - It's one of my older stories.
※ Disclaimer - I obviously don't own it.
[Ryou’s Diary: Entry 202 - Date: September 25th, 1997 (Age: 11)]
Dear Diary,
Today was a little different. I’ve missed about a month of school from the move, but Ms. J was just beginning to give out a few assignments that should have been handed out at the beginning. She had lost them and had now just found them, so she handed them out. The first assignment was easy; we had to write a full-page story about ourselves. She said it was private and that anything written on the paper was for her eyes only and that she’d burn them at home once she read through them.
Seeing as how it was private I broke one of my rules. I said that I didn’t have any friends back home and that my father was hoping that this move would change that. I actually told her about the first day here and about what had happened and been said throughout the day and how I felt about it.
I was on the next assignment when she looked up from a paper on her desk. She asked me if I was supposed to be in this class. I was confused, but then remembered that I had written my age down. I told her that this was the class the principal had told me to come to and had even showed her my schedule. But it still didn’t convince her. She left the room for a few minutes and that’s when it happened.
I have a few of Yami’s friends, you know, the one’s that had been sitting with him yesterday in my class. One of them is Seto Kaiba, he was the boy on the laptop, another is Isis Ishtar, and she is Seto’s girlfriend. She is the one that I think is Egyptian. Another one in the class is Mai Valentine, you remember, the girl with practically no clothes on? Yeah, and then there’s Tristan Taylor, he was the one in the trench coat.
Well, Tristan went up to the teacher’s desk and read my work aloud to the class. Everyone was laughing, but I noticed that Yami didn’t do anything and that kind of surprised me. He just sat staring at Tristan from his desk, he was totally passive. I can remember some of what I wrote so I’ll write it down…you’ll get the idea anyway.
‘My name is Ryou Bakura and I am eleven years old and until recently I have lived in London, England since I was born. My mother died from childbirth complications and I don’t remember her at all, only stories and pictures my dad has. My father is an archaeologist and I’ve been to Egypt lots of times with him. He was originally born in Domino City and thought that it would be nice to move back here. It wasn’t very hard leaving London since I didn’t have any friends to hold me back. I guess I’m still a target for bullies.
My father was hoping that the move here would be different from before, but it’s exactly the same. I haven’t even spoken to anyone and they all make fun of me. It all started with this one boy, but for his sake, I won’t say his name. I don’t think anybody knows who I am since the only name anybody knows me by is ‘England’, this is excluding the teachers of course. It hurts to know I’ll never be accepted.’
I said this before, but everyone laughed at me and I can’t understand why. When Tristan had finished my paper he laughed along with everyone else, and finally Seto Kaiba looked at me and asked if I was really only eleven. I nodded and they began to laugh again. If I hadn’t been used to being laughed at from living in London I probably would have started to cry, but I didn’t.
Ms. J had come back and had caught Tristan, and she had given him a detention. Then she had told me that the principal would be away for a few days and that tomorrow I have to go back to grade six.
In a way I feel a little better, I mean, I’ll be around people my age. Maybe it’ll be easier and maybe I’ll find someone I can talk to.
Though right now I doubt it.
- Ryou