Collection of Crap
Chapter 1: The Assignment
Please don't kill me; I was bored when I started this. It is just one chapter but here goes. Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Bulma Briefs sat on the edge of her bed twirling her hair. A blue notebook lay upon her lap. She broadly twisted her pencil through her bangs as she thought back to her English assignment.
Flashback
"Okay now class" her teacher had said like always. "I want you all to keep a diary. You may write anything you want, I'm the only one who will read them. I want at least one entry per day for one month. Class dismissed."
End Flashback
A few of Bulma's male classmates had murmured that they would not write in a diary. But Bulma knew they would. Most of the class had been a class since they were just in preschool and now they were in high school. So whatever she said they did. Bulma smiled slightly as she opened her notebook. She was one of the ones there since preschool. The teacher was more than a teacher to Bulma; she had been a mother figure for ten years since her mother died when Bulma was six years old. Bulma was one of the few who would do anything the teacher asked of her.
Well, what say you? Write more? Trash it? Please RR.