School of Hard Nyucks (open)

As he relaxed in the school yard and looked at his watch, Duffy sighed. "five minutes to class... Time enough to read myyyyy-" He froze on that particular syllable as he realized, much to his horror, MetalKoromon pile of horror comics. "You! How di- Why di- Is that bread crumbs?!" He asked, pouring out his bag and sorting through his stuff.
"Hey, what was that for?"
"You've stained my comic collection!"
"They looked ugly anyway."
"They're supposed to look that way! You little rat bas-" He cut himself off as he saw two upperclassmen approach. Panicking, he stuffed his digimon back into the bag and put it on. [H-hi there!] He said, remembering what the book said.

After they passed he gathered his stuff and ducked into a space between the buildings, once again bumping up his mon. "If you keep doing that..."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, listen... I don't like you, you don't like me." He interupted. "If we don't work together on this neither of us will be able to get home. You know, home? With food?"
"I used to like you but I think my opinion's going down a bit..."
"Good to hear... just... stay quiet. I'll try not to bump you around, I'll get you some lunch, we head home, I drop you off there and at the end of the day we can start over, got it?"
"Could you start over?"
"Good, get in the bag." He said, stuffing the mon, his baseball cards, his cap, his comic books, the phrasebook, and his D-3 in his bag, hoping that nobody would bother him and his fragile psyche on the first day of school.

As he stepped into the front door he realized how screwed he truly was.