Through Hallways
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter One: School Adjustments
--At Keiji High School for Girls...--
"Good morning, Chikara-sensei!" Chimed the school as the headmistress strode into the assembly hall, looking suspisciously at every second student, as if each one had broken a school rule. The students, all girls, were seated in their chairs as Chikara-sensei gave a breif nod and grunt. She stepped to the front of her audience and cleared her throat for what could be a long chat.
"You were called here to hear an announcement to be made, Keiji High School." She stated, peering at the wondering faces. The whole school had been gathered to hear this; it must have been important information.
"Keiji High School for Girls," Chikara-sensei went on, "will no longer be a single-sex school." She paused, and waited for the out of turn chattering that began, with either squeals of delight and joy, or the odd 'damn, that means boys.'
In a row of seats nearer the back of the room, and off to the left a little, was an arrangement of three girls that the instructors would rather have seperated. But it was free seating that morning in the announcement hall, and that meant Bulma, Chi-Chi, and Eighteen could all sit together.
"Did you hear that, Chi? There's gonna be boys at school this year!" Bulma grabbed her friend's hand and squeaked, happy.
"Oh, joy..." Eighteen rolled her eyes. "That means there are going to be immature little goofs throwing paper and spitballs at us from the back of the room, and they'll try at any given chance to pull a prank on us, like insects in our lunches." She groaned.
"Aw, c'mon, Eighteen, you know they won't do that. We're in grade ten!" Chi-Chi laughed doubtfully at Eighteen's predictions for the year. Bulma turned pink. "I hope I get to meet some cute boys," she said dreamily.
"I hope I meet someone nice." Chi-Chi said. "And I hope they like my cooking." She added, remembering how her father had been too afraid to try her food after a little accident in the kitchen, and Bulma and Eighteen knew right off the bat to avoid anything she presented to them. Chi-Chi's cooking skills had improved since then, but nobody seemed to trust her enough to eat anything.
"I'm sure you will..." Eighteen said, patting her on the back. "But I'm going solo."
"What?! Why?!" Bulma screeched. "I'm dying going to a school without boys, and you're planning to never see one?!"
"I just don't think--"
Eighteen was interrupted by the continued speaking of Chikara-sensei. "Keiji High School will be moving it's staff and students into Morutaka Boys School. This change will have taken effect as of tomorrow. As you all know, we have already removed some of the furniture from our school over the past summer month, and now, this september, you have seen renovations and extensions made on Morutaka High. Last weekend, as it is Monday now, we moved much of everything left into the newly furnished and slightly altered Morutaka High. We, over the summer, planned our changed curriculms to be put together, and we already have your new classes put together for each and every one of you." Chikara-sensei's sharp and stern voice kept silence in the room as she took a breath. "While exiting the assembly hall, you will find teachers handing out a booklet with maps and new school policies in it, along with your personalized timetables. You are dismissed for the day, and expected to show up on time at Morutaka High for the following school day. The rest of the year will have all students from this school attending Morutaka, and this school will be torn down. Have a good evening, and I will see you all are happy in your new homerooms tomorrow. That is all." Chikara-sensei stepped out of the room through a nearby door, and left the girls in their seats cheering, as they rushed to the back door to grab a booklet and timetable with their name on it.
--At Morutaka High School for Boys...--
"Silence!" Yelled Tanaka-sensei, the headmaster of the rowdy school. He walked quickly down the aisle that parted two seas of chairs, filled with boys, and faced the crowd with a penetrating stare that intimidated even the bravest of students's hearts and brought out the fear in them all. There was a resounding echo of the headmaster's demand as sudden quiet was acheived.
"That's better. Now, I am sure you all have seen the excess amount of chairs and tables in your classrooms, and that there have been alterations applied to your rooms to make them bigger and split them in half, making two same-sized classrooms. We will have a slight change in the student body as of tomorrow morning. Morutaka Boys School is merging with Keiji Girls School, and--" Tanaka-sensei was interrupted by a loud cheer of all mature boys, hearing there would finally be females present while they enhanced their minds in the classrooms. Tanaka-sensei let out a sharp clap, and silence endured. "I am glad to see this information amuses you all. You will all be dismissed for the rest of the day after reciveing a new timetable with classroom numbers and teachers on it for your new schedules. I know you have all found your way around the school and know it like the back of your grubby little hands very well, so there will be no need for a map. I expect you to conduct yourselves as usual, and I want proper behaviour in between and during classes. You will be gentlemen, not animals. Remember, girls are cunning and demanding, and they will not fall for you if they see the true loser slob side of you." Tanaka- sensei said. He'd always found it extremely funny to insult his students, and rarely kept himself from breaking into endless laughter afterwards. "You shall go to the sections in the assembly hall where your class first met only a week ago for the first day of school, and recive a timetable from your sensei. That is it, you're dismissed for the afternoon." He finished up, walking away, emitting loud howling laughter.
"Can you believe it, Goku?! Girls! I bet I'm gonna finally get myself a girlfriend thanks to this new school thing!" Yamcha smiled, following his ill-minded friend to their homeroom places. Checking their timetables, they saw they were in the same class. "Let's see if Krillin and Vegeta are in our class too!" Goku suggested, walking to his shorter friend, who was in another class space. Yamcha followed. Goku tapped Krillin on the shoulder, and the short boy bent over a paper jumped. "Goku, you scared me!" He yelled. "...What is it?"
"What class are you in, Krillin?" Goku asked with a hopeful glint in his eyes. Krillin studied his paper carefully until discovering the information he'd sought. "Uh...1-B, same as Tien. You?" The boy answered, nodding at a friend who'd gone astray.
"Aw, man, we're not in the same class! I'm in 1-C, and so is Yamcha!" Goku snapped his fingers in dismay. "Are you and Vegeta in the same class?"
"I don't know, I didn't ask. He's over there." Krillin pointed in the direction of a teen who leaned against the wall with his arms folded, the paper half-stuffed in his pocket, as he didn't care what he found on it. It made no difference to him. Goku trotted over, right as rain, and spooked the meditating boy as he said 'boo' very loudly and jumped in front of the other.
"Kakkarot, why the hell did you do that?! I'm trying to think, you know!" Vegeta yelled, angered by the simple-minded boy who hadn't given up on trying to make friends with him since kindergarten, them now being in the tenth grade as of this year. Goku smiled. "What class are you in, Vegeta?" He enquired.
"Why do you care?"
"I just want to know if we're in the same class."
"We'd better not be. I'm in 1-E." Vegeta read off his suddenly appealing paper.
"Rats, you're not in Yamcha's and my class either!" Goku snapped again, and looked down. He smiled again, remembering he still had Yamcha. But Yamcha might get busy with girls quick, which would leave Goku all alone in his homeroom. "Maybe we can talk to Tanaka-sensei about switching our homerooms," Krillin said.
"I don't think he will, but it's worth a try. Why don't we play some prank on the staff to get back at him for putting us in different classes?" Goku snickered.
"Well count me out, I've got enough dententions to last me the rest of my life, and we're only a week into school!" Yamcha shook his head and put his hands up, surrendering. Goku slumped. "Hey, Vegeta, will you help us?"
"Why not, Kakkarot? I have nothing else to do, and my academic life could suffer a little for the sake of a little practical joke." Vegeta smirked, sighing as he remembered he hadn't had something entertaining to do all summer. He'd sat around after lifting weights, and stared at the sky, thinking about nothing in particular. It had been a lonesome and boring summer vacation for the sixteen-year-old.
"Great! Here's what we do..."
--At Bulma's House...--
"So, who's class are you in, Chi-Chi?" Bulma asked while setting a plate of oreo's on the table and putting glasses of milk in front of her friends and her own place at the round table. Chi-Chi helped herself to a cookie. "I'm in Chikara-sensei's homeroom again, that's 1-C." She said, twisting the oreo apart and dunking the half without icing into the cup, then putting it in her mouth.
"Damn, different class than me!" Bulma said, sitting down. "What about you, Eighteen?"
"I'm in 1-B." Eighteen said bleakly, not caring at all.
"What the hell, none of us are together! I'm in 1-E!" Bulma pouted, pushing an oreo in her mouth.
"Y'never know, Bulma, maybe we'll be so busy with new boyfriends we won't even notice!" Chi-Chi said whistfully.
"Uh-huh. And next it'll snow red." Eighteen laughed, sipping her milk.
"Well I for one, am not going to waste any oppurtunity I get at this new school. Cheers, for good luck that we all, including Eighteen, find the perfect guy at school sometime this year!" Bulma clicked glasses with her blonde and raven-haired friend. Eighteen laughed. "It'll never happen, though..."
------------------------------------- -------------------------------------- Hooray for my first high school fiction! I thought of this when I decided I wanted to write a HSF, and this is what has become of the hour one a.m. to two thirty a.m.--A new fiction chapter! I hope you all like this! I know, this chapter wasn't very interesting, but it's more like a prologue, or an introductory than anything else. I wonder if anyone will tune in for the next chapter?
Kai
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter One: School Adjustments
--At Keiji High School for Girls...--
"Good morning, Chikara-sensei!" Chimed the school as the headmistress strode into the assembly hall, looking suspisciously at every second student, as if each one had broken a school rule. The students, all girls, were seated in their chairs as Chikara-sensei gave a breif nod and grunt. She stepped to the front of her audience and cleared her throat for what could be a long chat.
"You were called here to hear an announcement to be made, Keiji High School." She stated, peering at the wondering faces. The whole school had been gathered to hear this; it must have been important information.
"Keiji High School for Girls," Chikara-sensei went on, "will no longer be a single-sex school." She paused, and waited for the out of turn chattering that began, with either squeals of delight and joy, or the odd 'damn, that means boys.'
In a row of seats nearer the back of the room, and off to the left a little, was an arrangement of three girls that the instructors would rather have seperated. But it was free seating that morning in the announcement hall, and that meant Bulma, Chi-Chi, and Eighteen could all sit together.
"Did you hear that, Chi? There's gonna be boys at school this year!" Bulma grabbed her friend's hand and squeaked, happy.
"Oh, joy..." Eighteen rolled her eyes. "That means there are going to be immature little goofs throwing paper and spitballs at us from the back of the room, and they'll try at any given chance to pull a prank on us, like insects in our lunches." She groaned.
"Aw, c'mon, Eighteen, you know they won't do that. We're in grade ten!" Chi-Chi laughed doubtfully at Eighteen's predictions for the year. Bulma turned pink. "I hope I get to meet some cute boys," she said dreamily.
"I hope I meet someone nice." Chi-Chi said. "And I hope they like my cooking." She added, remembering how her father had been too afraid to try her food after a little accident in the kitchen, and Bulma and Eighteen knew right off the bat to avoid anything she presented to them. Chi-Chi's cooking skills had improved since then, but nobody seemed to trust her enough to eat anything.
"I'm sure you will..." Eighteen said, patting her on the back. "But I'm going solo."
"What?! Why?!" Bulma screeched. "I'm dying going to a school without boys, and you're planning to never see one?!"
"I just don't think--"
Eighteen was interrupted by the continued speaking of Chikara-sensei. "Keiji High School will be moving it's staff and students into Morutaka Boys School. This change will have taken effect as of tomorrow. As you all know, we have already removed some of the furniture from our school over the past summer month, and now, this september, you have seen renovations and extensions made on Morutaka High. Last weekend, as it is Monday now, we moved much of everything left into the newly furnished and slightly altered Morutaka High. We, over the summer, planned our changed curriculms to be put together, and we already have your new classes put together for each and every one of you." Chikara-sensei's sharp and stern voice kept silence in the room as she took a breath. "While exiting the assembly hall, you will find teachers handing out a booklet with maps and new school policies in it, along with your personalized timetables. You are dismissed for the day, and expected to show up on time at Morutaka High for the following school day. The rest of the year will have all students from this school attending Morutaka, and this school will be torn down. Have a good evening, and I will see you all are happy in your new homerooms tomorrow. That is all." Chikara-sensei stepped out of the room through a nearby door, and left the girls in their seats cheering, as they rushed to the back door to grab a booklet and timetable with their name on it.
--At Morutaka High School for Boys...--
"Silence!" Yelled Tanaka-sensei, the headmaster of the rowdy school. He walked quickly down the aisle that parted two seas of chairs, filled with boys, and faced the crowd with a penetrating stare that intimidated even the bravest of students's hearts and brought out the fear in them all. There was a resounding echo of the headmaster's demand as sudden quiet was acheived.
"That's better. Now, I am sure you all have seen the excess amount of chairs and tables in your classrooms, and that there have been alterations applied to your rooms to make them bigger and split them in half, making two same-sized classrooms. We will have a slight change in the student body as of tomorrow morning. Morutaka Boys School is merging with Keiji Girls School, and--" Tanaka-sensei was interrupted by a loud cheer of all mature boys, hearing there would finally be females present while they enhanced their minds in the classrooms. Tanaka-sensei let out a sharp clap, and silence endured. "I am glad to see this information amuses you all. You will all be dismissed for the rest of the day after reciveing a new timetable with classroom numbers and teachers on it for your new schedules. I know you have all found your way around the school and know it like the back of your grubby little hands very well, so there will be no need for a map. I expect you to conduct yourselves as usual, and I want proper behaviour in between and during classes. You will be gentlemen, not animals. Remember, girls are cunning and demanding, and they will not fall for you if they see the true loser slob side of you." Tanaka- sensei said. He'd always found it extremely funny to insult his students, and rarely kept himself from breaking into endless laughter afterwards. "You shall go to the sections in the assembly hall where your class first met only a week ago for the first day of school, and recive a timetable from your sensei. That is it, you're dismissed for the afternoon." He finished up, walking away, emitting loud howling laughter.
"Can you believe it, Goku?! Girls! I bet I'm gonna finally get myself a girlfriend thanks to this new school thing!" Yamcha smiled, following his ill-minded friend to their homeroom places. Checking their timetables, they saw they were in the same class. "Let's see if Krillin and Vegeta are in our class too!" Goku suggested, walking to his shorter friend, who was in another class space. Yamcha followed. Goku tapped Krillin on the shoulder, and the short boy bent over a paper jumped. "Goku, you scared me!" He yelled. "...What is it?"
"What class are you in, Krillin?" Goku asked with a hopeful glint in his eyes. Krillin studied his paper carefully until discovering the information he'd sought. "Uh...1-B, same as Tien. You?" The boy answered, nodding at a friend who'd gone astray.
"Aw, man, we're not in the same class! I'm in 1-C, and so is Yamcha!" Goku snapped his fingers in dismay. "Are you and Vegeta in the same class?"
"I don't know, I didn't ask. He's over there." Krillin pointed in the direction of a teen who leaned against the wall with his arms folded, the paper half-stuffed in his pocket, as he didn't care what he found on it. It made no difference to him. Goku trotted over, right as rain, and spooked the meditating boy as he said 'boo' very loudly and jumped in front of the other.
"Kakkarot, why the hell did you do that?! I'm trying to think, you know!" Vegeta yelled, angered by the simple-minded boy who hadn't given up on trying to make friends with him since kindergarten, them now being in the tenth grade as of this year. Goku smiled. "What class are you in, Vegeta?" He enquired.
"Why do you care?"
"I just want to know if we're in the same class."
"We'd better not be. I'm in 1-E." Vegeta read off his suddenly appealing paper.
"Rats, you're not in Yamcha's and my class either!" Goku snapped again, and looked down. He smiled again, remembering he still had Yamcha. But Yamcha might get busy with girls quick, which would leave Goku all alone in his homeroom. "Maybe we can talk to Tanaka-sensei about switching our homerooms," Krillin said.
"I don't think he will, but it's worth a try. Why don't we play some prank on the staff to get back at him for putting us in different classes?" Goku snickered.
"Well count me out, I've got enough dententions to last me the rest of my life, and we're only a week into school!" Yamcha shook his head and put his hands up, surrendering. Goku slumped. "Hey, Vegeta, will you help us?"
"Why not, Kakkarot? I have nothing else to do, and my academic life could suffer a little for the sake of a little practical joke." Vegeta smirked, sighing as he remembered he hadn't had something entertaining to do all summer. He'd sat around after lifting weights, and stared at the sky, thinking about nothing in particular. It had been a lonesome and boring summer vacation for the sixteen-year-old.
"Great! Here's what we do..."
--At Bulma's House...--
"So, who's class are you in, Chi-Chi?" Bulma asked while setting a plate of oreo's on the table and putting glasses of milk in front of her friends and her own place at the round table. Chi-Chi helped herself to a cookie. "I'm in Chikara-sensei's homeroom again, that's 1-C." She said, twisting the oreo apart and dunking the half without icing into the cup, then putting it in her mouth.
"Damn, different class than me!" Bulma said, sitting down. "What about you, Eighteen?"
"I'm in 1-B." Eighteen said bleakly, not caring at all.
"What the hell, none of us are together! I'm in 1-E!" Bulma pouted, pushing an oreo in her mouth.
"Y'never know, Bulma, maybe we'll be so busy with new boyfriends we won't even notice!" Chi-Chi said whistfully.
"Uh-huh. And next it'll snow red." Eighteen laughed, sipping her milk.
"Well I for one, am not going to waste any oppurtunity I get at this new school. Cheers, for good luck that we all, including Eighteen, find the perfect guy at school sometime this year!" Bulma clicked glasses with her blonde and raven-haired friend. Eighteen laughed. "It'll never happen, though..."
------------------------------------- -------------------------------------- Hooray for my first high school fiction! I thought of this when I decided I wanted to write a HSF, and this is what has become of the hour one a.m. to two thirty a.m.--A new fiction chapter! I hope you all like this! I know, this chapter wasn't very interesting, but it's more like a prologue, or an introductory than anything else. I wonder if anyone will tune in for the next chapter?
Kai