Dreading School

[ayen]

Mornings... Mornings truly sucked, whoever thought of morning wasn’t thinking right, not one bit. Indeed, Ayen was not, and never will be a morning person, though it didn’t help him any that he would usually go to bed later than he really should because he’d never be tired at night like he should. But he’ll be more tired by the morning. The alarm in his room went off signaling that he needed to get his butt out of bed, but his butt was quite happy here and didn’t feel like moving. Loud pounding on his bedroom’s door started sounding as his uncle, knowing he wouldn’t want to get up enforce more noise into the room to make him.

With the combined efforts Ayen just surrender and sat up out of bed, turning off the alarm clock. Rubbing his knuckles over his emerald green eyes as he hop out of bed. Seeing what time it was already he knew if he didn’t rush himself he would end up late for school. He burst into a run to the bathroom, and did all the bathroom duties before dressing up in his school uniform. White shirt, blue jacket over it, blue pants, black shoes the basic stuff. Packing his lunch, and his deck, before leaving the home. Running down the sidewalk from his house to the school he would make it just before the bell ring to his first class.

He had better luck than the other kid who received scolding for coming in late. Ayen let out a sigh as he took out his books and just manage to endure the lesson. Staring up at the clock in the classroom that appeared to be moving slowly. Very, very, slowly. Time was a pain in the butt like that. When you wanted it to move fast it’d moved slow as hell. When you wanted to hold onto a moment time would pass you by in a blink in an eye. He stared at that thing for so long he started seeing the image of the Time Wizard from Duel Monster on that clock as he snapped out of it and focus back on that lesson.

“If school is supposed to be so important for you, then why the heck do they make it so boring? Stupid adults, don’t know how to make things interesting. Just go on, and on, and on, and on about the same old boring crud, good God clock why the heck won’t you move! MOVE! FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY MOVE FASTER AND SAVE ME FROM THIS LAND OF BOREDOM! Oh dear if I could summon Neo the Magic Swordsman to do me in right now to free me from this classroom I so would... Wait, I’d actually kill myself? Now I know I’m overreacting, wait, I think the teacher saying something important. PAY ATTENTION SELF!”

The bell ringed, and the class was over. Lucked out again, thankfully despite his outgoing nature Ayen knew how to blend in with the crowd when he needed to. He always get a seat in the back of the class if he could help it, gave him less chance in being called on to answer something. Poor kids who sat in the front, right there in the open, nowhere to hide. Nothing but little fishes that can only swim there and wait for the shark to devour them. Ayen yawned and sat up from his desk leaving the classroom into the busy hall. This place was slammed pack. It was a challenge just avoiding to bump into people. He managed to dodge one, two, three, four, but after dodging the fourth he bumped into........

[Joey Wheeler]

Waking up early had never really been a forte for a certain blond-haired duellist. Especially not for school. The last thing he wanted was to get out of bed and sit all day listening to some pointless lessons about grammar and algebra. If only they would teach something like Duelling tricks, or anything related to Duelling, then maybe less kids would skip classes and more would possibly graduate. What a second. Why would Joey Wheeler, not exactly the sharpest knife in drawer care the least bit about how many kids graduated? He probably wouldn't be had it not been for his mother and sister, Serenity. He wanted to make them proud to say he was their son/brother, and not just by winning duels against...say...Seto Kaiba? [not that he really did....yet] If it was something that his mom would be proud of, he'd do it. His dad never took the time to congratulate his son on anything, since he was far too busy playing poker and betting what little scraps of money they actually had.

The alarm went off at that precise moment, bursting Joey's dream bubble. "Stupid alarm! Couldn't you give me 5 minutes more?? Maybe I could replace it with Time Wizard....he'd let me sleep all I want..." the blond said, talking to himself. At least no one who'd care was there to hear him. It would have been quite a difficulty to come up with something on the spot as to why he was talking to himself. Again. Already he had trouble coming up with good things to say about normal stuff, and it cetainly wouldn't have helped had he have to think about something now, so early in the morning. Maybe he should just blame it on the shrimp...it could work.
'Why are you talking to yourself Joey?'
'the shrimp made me do it!'

That sounded convincing...it was now officially Joey's excuse for talking to himself at random times!

Sitting on the edge of bed as he rubbed his eyes, Joey went through his day's schedule in his mind. School, lunch, school, after-school snack, hanging out with Yug and everyone else, snack, check on Serenity, supper, hang out with Yug again, snack, find duelling opponet, snack, duel, snack, snack, snack, bed...midnight snack. It seemed perfect to him. The more snack he added in the happier his day would be. Maybe he would have to miss one snack he was planning after his duel, depending on how long it was going to last. Though knowing most duellist in town, the duel wouldn't last longer than...say...5 minutes tops? If he really wanted he could probably finish it off in 4, but what would be the use to humiliate a kid up to that level? He'd be nice and make it last 5.

The eldest Wheeler child stood up and started to put on the horrid thing they called a uniform at his school. Blue vest and blue pants....couldn't it at least have been green? At least green matched his eyes...somewhat...unlike the dark blue of the uniform. Why did he even care about weither it matched his eyes or not? He was going to be late for school! Joey started to speed things up a little, hurrying to the kitchen and making himself some toast. He hurridly ate, finished off everything he had to, and grabbed his deck. Without even saying good-bye to his father, the blond rushed out of the door and started running down the street.

Minutes later, Joey reached the front entrance of Domino High School. He rushed up the stairs, through the doors and down the hallway toward the morning's very first class. The moment his feet passed the doorframe the bell rang, announcing the beginning of the lesson. "You've lucked out yet again, Mr.Wheeler. Take your spot." the teacher told him. Joey couldn't do much more than smirk. He headed for his seat and sat down, preparing for a boring lesson.

An entire lesson later, Joey was struggling to stay awake. 'Come on clock, move your little hands a little faster...' Joey thought staring at the clock. Only two more minutes....one...Finally the bell rang. Joey leapt to his feet, grabbed his books and headed out of the classroom. About time too. Walking down the crowded hallway, Joey thought about the rest of the day's schedule. Only one more class before lunch. One more class to go through...suddenly, out of nowhere [it seemed to Joey] this kid ran into him. "Watch where you're going punk!" He said staring at the kid. He had never seen him before, but then again Joey barely knew a quarter of the entire school population.

[[ooc; sorry not my best x.x

[ayen]

Ayen looked over to Joey with a blank expression. Taking a page from his sister book, for she would always look at you with that blank, emotionless, unreadable expression. The only difference he didn’t have the creepy eyes, or the pale face or the ultimate death glare she was a master of. No, he just had a pair of emerald green eyes to glare at you, judge you with is green orbs of doom and find thee GUILTY!

Anyway Ayen should probably say something. Yes he probably should because just standing there staring wouldn’t do much good. Oh how dare this boy call him a punk! What nerve stupid blond! Wait, Ayen’s a blond. Okay then I’ll have to find a new insult perhaps, stupid, boy! Wait Ayen was a boy. Okay the skills of insulting and comebacks was not coming strongly to him, now time to say something ignore the punk comment.

“Well sorry, you try dodging a bunch of kids in a hallway that feels narrow, maybe you should watch where you going eh? I couldn’t see you beyond the fat kid and that nerd looking girl I were trying to avoid ramming into.”
Yeah that sounded good, though hopefully the geek girl didn’t hear his comment because no matter what kind of girl they are, a girl is scary.
“Who you calling a punk...? Such an overused word too. In fact I feel insulted that punk is all you think of...”

[Joey Wheeler]

Still staring at the kid, Joey stood up, brushing off some dust from his pants. Even if it was hard to avoid some kids in this hallway, it wasn't impossible, and even then, the kid could have tried to avoid bumping into him. The spunk the kid had, not only to bump into him and not even say sorry, but to tell him that 'punk' was an old name to call someone was going overboard. Joey called everyone 'punk' when he was mad, it was a sort of verbal reflex of his, and he hated being told anything about it. He'd use any word he pleased. After all, he was the one that decided for himself, no? Stupid kid probably had no idea who Joey was...if only he were to have won at Duelist Kingdom...he'd get the respect he deserved. Don't get him wrong, he had been pleased Yugi had won, but if only there had been a chance he could have won...

"Look kid, you may not know this, but punk is a word I happen to like very much thank you, and I'll use it all I want. And if you don't know this either, I'm Joey Wheeler, Dueslist extrodinaire, so why don't you just run along and leave me alone?" he said staring at the kid. What a way to be nice and deserve respect. Joey was probably the guy with the least tactic at these things in the whole of Domino City. Unless you counted Kaiba…but then again Kaiba was little rich boy so he could just hire people to do it for him. If only Joey had money…then he’d show Kaiba what to do with it and not be hated like he was at the moment.

Joey snapped out of his thoughts as he realized that he was standing in the middle of the hallway. Not really his smartest idea yet. Not that Joey really HAD a ‘smartest idea yet’, he was Joey Wheeler after all, and no matter how hard he tried, most people knew he probably wouldn’t recognize the difference between a moth and a butterfly. Maybe that was why he mostly relayed on luck when duelling and not special attacks of that many cards. Luck seemed to be a lot more reliable to Joey than his memory.

[ayen]

Ayen shifted his weight from one foot to the other still looking at the older kid. Duelist extrodinaire? Was he talking about Duel Monsters? What kind of a question was that? Of course he was talking about Duel Monsters what other famous card game was there that had a bunch of tournaments based off it weekly and even the major one he heard about like that Duelist Kingdom one. No other card game was in Duel Monsters’s lead, not now and maybe not ever. Well this change things, yes indeed this changed everything. Unless he was one of those evil duelist who just liked to be a bully and uh stuff...

He put a smile on his face which may have seem weird now given his poor timing in the whole situation. Perhaps they spent too much time standing in this hall as now kids was trying to avoid bumping into them. Last thing he needed right now, being bumped into by someone after bumping into this Joey person. “Oh so you play Duel Monsters too? Well that changes everything.” Maybe he could learn something from this... “duelist extrodinaire”? A while back that title would’ve suited his sister if she was still around. Oh wait those are thoughts he doesn’t need to be thinking about, go away thoughts! Bad thoughts! Bad! Go away or I’ll kick you in the nuts!

All right moving on. “You like the word huh? I guess that’s fair, it’s my nature to give the word hard time I been called it so many times it’s not even funny anymore. Sorry about before... So you’re a duelist extrodinaire...? How come I never heard the name Joey Wheeler before now...?”