January Second, 2029

Dear Chris and Thomas,

                             I talked with Lilith for a little while longer until she felt better. Then I worked as Bag Boy for about 5 more hours. While I  was working, I was thinking about Lilith. Her voice, the way it was like a river, sometimes calm, sometimes unexpectedly rough and harsh, sometimes quiet and afraid. No matter what, though, her voice always showed her emotion, whether she wanted it to or not.

Finally, my shift was over and I get to relax. Now I'm writing in this with Lilith on the mind. One thing always comes back to me. The way she said it. Hawaii. Same with my sister. She's lucky. She's still there. She sounded so depressed when she said it. It wasn't just that. Her eyes were faraway from everything, like she was remembering that she wasn't where she wanted to be.

I can't stand this any more. I have to get away from everything. In other words, I want to duel. I grab my duel disk and deck and head downstairs to get stopped by Thomas.

"Where are you going?" He  asks.

"I'm gonna go take a walk."

"Whatever."

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I finally get to the Duel Arena and quickly spot Yuma dueling a friend of his, I believe his name is Flip. Correction: He just beats Flip. He looks up to see me and grins, running over to me.

"Hey, Michael! Long  time no see!"

I nod, realizing that I haven't seen Yuma in since the World Duel Carnival. I still haven't told him that I'm transferring to his school, Heartland Academy.

Yuma then brings me back to reality. "Hey Michael! Wanna duel? I'm sure you want to duel the guy who won the World Duel Carnival, right?"

"Yeah, I'll duel."

"Sweet! Duel gazer, let's roll!"

Augmented reality link established

"Let's Duel!" we yell in unison.

Pretend that an epic duel commences and ends. Also, you can decide who wins, Yuma or Michael. It won't have any effect on the story.

"Wow, Yuma. Your dueling skills have really improved--" I stop mid-sentence as a short girl with huge violet eyes framed by long, silky, white bangs and hair that tumbles down to her ankles trailed into black at about her waist. In her hands are big bags filled with everything- food, clothes, etc.

It's Lilith. I think to myself.