advantage in attending a private school. More vacation. Even if this meant they went through the material much faster. It should be fine with me. I had already gone through all of this. The American education system really lagged behind Italian. So since I got to know my English, I've been pretty bored in school. Papa must have been gone since early that morning. Maybe I should go shopping. I needed new paint anyway, otherwise ketchup, mayonnaise and mustard would have to believe in it again. And believe me, it stinks quite a bit after a while. Maybe the CD store finally had a good new record? I took a look at my guitar, which was currently standing useless in the corner. Oh yes. It also needs new strings. So it's decided. Finja McLane goes shopping today! So I got dressed quickly, because my alarm clock was already 3 p.m. If I lay around for a long time, nothing more would come of the planned, extensive shopping tour. A few minutes later I came down the stairs of my father's house.We weren't exactly poor, that was a fact. But I would give it all back to live with my mother again. But unfortunately that was impossible. I quickly pushed the thought away and turned towards the kitchen. Let's see what the housekeeper cooked. Uh, Ratatouille. I have never been able to eat cooked vegetables. Has she never heard of spaghetti? Well, that means I'll be eating in the mall. Well, not too bad either. I grabbed a roll, which luckily we always had some in the house, got my bag and ran out of the house. Once outside, I crossed the garden to get to the garage, where my beloved red Ferrari convertible was. Papa gave it to me for my 16th birthday. I couldn't stop being amazed, but today it's normal for me to drive around in my Ferrari. I just can't forget to lock the lock and raise the roof, or one of these bums will steal it from me. How I hate them. They might as well look for a job. Only about half an hour later I was in the mall near the White House. It was the only really decent mall in Washington, the only ones with painting utensils, musical instrument accessories, and a decent Italian restaurant. So, I'm sorry, but God knows, an egg doesn't belong on a pizza. The same was true of pineapples, hot peppers, and everything else impossible that these junkies put on their pizzas. First of all, of course, I went to the Italian restaurant and ordered a pizza prosciuto with cola. Absentmindedly, I chewed on a slice of pizza while fingering my touchscreen phone. None of my other friends were home. Either they were still in school because the Loosers were going to state high or they had gone on vacation overseas with their parents, which I couldn't do this year because Dad had to negotiate an important contract with a Japanese company. So I had to pass the time somehow differently. Suddenly my SMS ringtone tore me from my thoughts. "Bono Tomato, Bono Tomato, bono, bono, uh! TOMATO!", Trilled happily to himself. I hastily pressed the display to stop it and to see which of my friends had taken pity on me. But the SMS came from an unknown sender.

Do you want to start?

-Yes

-No

"Huh? What's that supposed to mean?" I asked myself aloud. Is that supposed to be a joke? I looked around. Suddenly it was really loud around me. All the people stared at their cell phones or scolded them. Strange.
Well, it was a welcome change, so I hit "Yes".

I was heading south. Direction of the volcanic mountains. My feeling told me so. And here in the Digiwelt I had learned to rely on my feelings. After all, it was my home. And also my world, since I was the soul.So I learned to listen to my body.

In fact, I found in the middle of the mountains, climbing a volcano and with an agumon in tow, a person. I landed a little apart from this boy on a ledge he was aiming for. Hopefully it didn't fall off first. When the time had finally come, I asked in a friendly manner: "Who are you? And why are you here in the DigiWorld?" “I am Daimon Masaru-sama. And you are?” Interesting. Now also a saver. Naaaiiiiisssuuu ... (nice) But, even more interesting was that there was a boy who didn't know what the soul of the digiworld was. Well ... should I fill the education gap? "Aniki! That is Luminamon, the soul of light ...", his agumon explained, but Masaru-sama simply said, "Should I know who?" of yourself. Agumon just hit his forehead with his paw. I digested back to explain everything to Masaru, which unfortunately confused him even more when a girl of about the same age stood in front of him. "You ... Digimon? ... Before ... Now? ... Human ... Hyper-Bio-Digiation ??? I thought Kurata was the only one who did that ..." Masaru stammered puzzled and looked at me as if he wanted to make sure that there was still a person standing there or that he had just imagined it. But I still stood there as a person. And he really had seen a Digimon become a human. When he saw that, he put both hands to his head and started screaming. His agumon just watched, shaking his head. "Does he do that more often?" I asked the yellow dinosaur curiously behind my hand held out. "Yes, before every written exam," he said, shaking his head. "Well, until he's recovered, you can tell me what you're doing here, right?" Agumon nodded. "The two of us were once a DATS team. Two years ago, after major incidents in the human world ..." "You mean the sky. When the digiworld appeared in the human world, didn't you?" I asked. Only then I had no idea about it. "The digiworld? That sounds like you were in the human world at the time, Viveca-sama. Haven't you always been in the digiworld?" I shook my head. "No, Agumon. I spent the first 14 years of my life in the human world. With false parents. But when the Digiwelt appeared in the sky at that time, I had the feeling that something bad was going to happen, and that not of the world in the sky, but in front of the one I was on. I looked for the highest point and stayed there. At that time I had no idea why, I just wanted ... ", I explained with a smile. It was strange to speak of my old life like that. I was a normal human girl then. High school student with not that bad grades. In an ordinary family with ordinary quarrels.And then it all changed. During a math lesson *. Agumon looked at me with big eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry, you wanted to tell something else ..." I suddenly remembered. Agumon shook his head. "Never mind. Well. Then we had to rebuild the wall between the worlds, which meant that we could no longer travel back and forth between the worlds. And Aniki and I and all the other Digimon decided to go to the Digiwelt go and stay there. "I smiled. "And what did you do when the digiworld began to disappear?" I asked, visibly interested. "Aniki gave me his Digisoul and I digged to the megalevel to Shinegreymon. Then we flew on the largest of the three Digimonde and lived there with the Hamburgermon. Did you know that they make the best hamburgers?" I giggled, when I saw Agumon drool from the thought of hamburgers. "You said DATS ... It's a kind of organization ..." Of course it was an organization that everyone who saw Savers or Data Squad, as the Americans renamed it, knew the Digital Defense Tactics Special Unit. And I'm not saying I haven't seen all of the Digimon seasons. Not at all. I loved her. Almost devoured. "You also talked about other Digimon. Do you know where they are?" "Yes, roughly.", Agumon said thoughtfully, "Why do you want to know that?" "I thought you might want to see your friends again?" Agumon looked at me just confused. In the meantime, however, Masaru had luckily recovered. "Can you take me to the other Digimon?" I asked both of them this time. "Yes, of course. Immediately?" They answered at the same time. I rolled my eyes. "No, not right away. I have to buy shoes first," I said with a distinct sarcastic undertone.

I happily crossed the pier. Nobody had to know that I was doing blue. It was the last day of school before the holidays anyway and the teacher wouldn't dare to make anything important. Also, who would suspect that I, a gothic loli with gothic make-up and completely dressed in black, came from here? And that my schoolhouse, the Maria-Hilf, was nearby, didn't bother me too much. Those in my class wouldn't recognize me like that either, in school I don't wear so much make-up and only the harmless goth-loli things. I slowly approached my destination: the Starbucks next to the train station. I could go in the subways or the Mc Donalds, but it was just too hot to eat anything that greasy. In addition, my little sister Elisa would be sad if I went to the Mc Donalds without her. So it stayed with my original goal of Starbucks Coffee. As soon as I got inside I ordered a strawberry frappucino and sat down on one of the armchairs in the lounge.That was the best way of life. But I still wanted to do something. So I quickly dug out my notebook. I had set myself the goal of designing a new uniform for my school cheerleading team over the summer vacation. I should rather say women as our team does not include a single boy. Immersed in my work, sketching around on my pad, I casually sucked on my strawberry frappucino. "Oh, what's going on outside that they make such a noise?" I asked myself to myself. Since I sat down and that was an hour or two ago, there was a huge noise outside. Did they start any festival? Yet again? The Blue Balls was only last week. It was maddening. It was as if they were making so much noise on purpose just to disrupt my work. The pleasant air conditioning of the Starbucks Coffee didn't help either. Resignedly, I packed my notebook back into my pocket and devoted myself to the last remnant of my Frappuccino, which by now no longer contained ice cream, when exactly at that moment the noise stopped and I saw a black car drive by. Through the window of the car I caught a glimpse of a blonde girl, probably around 16. But what bothered me was that one of the boys from my class was