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"Class, our exchange student from Australia is here", the teacher said, "Please give a warm welcome to Clair Ashland!" The british students cheered, especialy a young man named Graham. Clair winked at Graham but he didn't see her so she found a seat at the other side of the room. Suddenly, a small digimon named Biddomon popped out of Clair's bookbag. "Are we there yet",Biddomon yelled. "Yes",Clair whispered, "now be quiet." Clair shoved Biddomon back into her bookbag. After class, Clair went to talk to Graham. "G'day", Clair said to Graham, "I'll cut right to the chase. I need some place to drop off this Nippermon?" Just then, Biddomon jumped out of Clair's bookbag and onto Graham's head. Graham looked up at Biddomon with a mildly upset expression on his face. "G'day", Biddomon said, "My name's Biddomon. Your hair smells weird; do you use gel or somthing? I don't have hair but my head is still cool. I guess that makes all of me cool. And since Australia is such a cool contry then that means-" "Biddo be QUIET!", Clair interrupted, stuffing Biddomon back into her bookbag. "actually there is a sort of digimon daycare",Graham said,"but we'd better hurry or we'll be late for our next class."Meanwhile,in Zimbabwe, a Dotremon was walking. Several people stopped and laughed; partially because of his odd way of walking and partially because he had a camera on his head. "I hate you", he said, talking to a walkie-talkie. On the other side a girl named Sawyer Noelle was watching everything on her computer. The twelve year old had managed to upload her digimon onto the Internet and download him into Africa. "You know people probably think your talking to yourself.", She said. "Great now I look crazy and stupid." Sawyer giggled. Suddenly, Dotremon got a headache. "Are you messing with your D-3", Dotremon asked. "May-be", Sawyer said. "How many times do I have to tell you! I AM NOT YOUR GUINEAMON!"
Meanwhile, back in Britain, Graham and Clair were still walking toward the digimon daycare.
"So where was your old school?", Graham asked
"I went to a private school in Sidney."
"Oh. I'm Baptist what are you?"
"Presbeterian"
"How old are you?"
"Geez, are all brits this nosy"
"He's just nosy because he likes you",Biddomon said.
"Really?",Clair asked
"No!", Graham responded. Clair smiled.
