Christine folded her arms. Why was she in office detention? It was all Tommy's fault. He wasn't supposed to win. That was her prize. She was the Champion Gamer of London High, and Tommy was just an amateur. How had he gained her title?
She looked up. Ugh. Speak of the devil. Tommy was in office detention, too (which wasn't an incredible surprise), and he'd chosen to sit at her table. "Hey, Yank," he grinned.
"Bowers," she replied, nodding.
"You up for that rematch, Yank? I got my deck right 'ere." He held up the stack of his Duel Monsters cards.
"I told you, I don't want a rematch, Bowers," she retorted hotly.
Oh, but how she did. Those cards in his hand mocked her. "Christine, you lost to us!" they cried to her. "Try again and you could reclaim your title as Duel Queen of London High!"
Christine gritted her teeth. No, no, no! Just remember the words of Natasha Bedingfield: do what you want, but you're never gonna break me, sticks and stones are never gonna shake me.
"C'mon, Yankee Girl," he said, nudging her. "Y'know ya wanna."
Eeew. She'd take a three-hour shower. "No, I don't, Bowers."
"Yes, you do, Christine." He took her hand and placed it on his deck. "I can see it. Your face displays your innermost emotions, and I can tell how desperate you are for a rematch."
Christine's arm trembled. Her whole body shook with a mixture of fear and ecstasy. She could feel the power emanating like an alert signal from Tommy's deck. It sent a power surge flowing up the veins in her arm.
The warm, lightning-like feeling spread through her entire body. It rippled through her chest like water, igniting the cells in her heart. It pumped her full of a type of placid, serene energy. She felt fire through all the networkings of her inner self. It burned through every vein, artery, and capillary, engulfed her stomach, and set her heart aflame.
She wasn't sure how long she stayed in that state, but it felt like hours… yet only seconds, and her eyes were closed.
Suddenly, Mr. Johnson was calling, "Alright, kids, detention's over!
You don't have to go home but you can't stay here!"
Christine snapped her eyes open. She snatched her hand away from Tommy's deck, and grabbed her satchel. "No rematch," she told Tommy in a gleeful sing-song voice. And with that, she skipped out the door.
As she followed the dirt road home, kicking up dust with her black-laced boots, she contemplated things. Why had her mood changed so quickly? She had been angry at Tommy a few moments ago, so why was she so happy now?
Oh, well. She waved it off. She had mood swings sometimes. She wasn't exactly notorious for not having them.
Christine looked up and noticed the clear blue sky growing dark. She couldn't see specific clouds, but there must be clouds. There was probably a storm getting ready to pour. She should hurry and get home.
And all of a sudden, a golden beam of light shot down from the sky and hit her.
The last thing she remembered thinking was, Alien invaders from Mars have finally realized my unique talents! Oh, wait, that's… not a good thing.
So, what do y'all think? The next couple chapters might be kind of surprising, but here's number 2.
Inuyasha, would you be so kind?
Me: Fine. I'll get Sesshomaru to do it.
Inu: Fine, I'll do it. Alright, everyone, A'isha owns neither Yu-gi-oh, the Duelists of the Roses PS2 game, or me. Wait… you don't own me? THEN HOW COME YOU TOLD ME YOU DID?!
Me: Uh… Sesshomaru!!
Inu: Uh-oh. runs
Sesshy: holds up Tenseiga Where did he go?
Me: That way! points in opposite direction
Sesshy: I will kill him!! runs in opposite direction of Inu
Me: Heh heh. rubs hands together evilly I love messin'