I only own my imagination. I do not own any characters from the dragonball franchise.
Eight thousand nine hundred and seventy-six hours; that's how long it took for my father, Krillen, to fully recover, after my mom found out he was cheating on her.
Sometimes I felt it was my mom's fault. She was constantly berating and looking down on him. It was no wonder he seeked comfort in another woman's arms. I know it was wrong for him to do, but I felt sorry for him. But when he remarried, I felt betrayed. Not only that, but my dad's new wife, the woman he was having the affair with, her name is Maron. Can you believe that! It turns out she was his ex-girlfriend, before he met my mom. My mom hasn't called me by my name since!
Unlike my mom, my dad provided his new wife, Maron, with a nice house and a nice car. Whatever she wants; she gets! When my dad was married to my mom however; we had to live on a tiny island with his former teacher. Why couldn't he have provided a home and nice car for us when we were still a family. It just wasn't fair!
My mom eventually remarried as well. Her current husband, and my new step-father, is Yamcha. I hated it at first, but I got use to it, and Yamcha isn't so bad. I just feel so out-of-place, especially since my mom gave birth to fraternal twins two years ago. I am a big sister; to a little sister named Six, and a little brother named Seven.
My mom is so proud of them. She said Six and Seven are mini versions of her and her brother. Six has black hair and blue eyes, while Seven has blond hair and black eyes. Since Seven is the only boy in the family, he is very spoiled. The other day when he broke my favorite doll, the only thing my mom had to say was,"But you haven't played with that doll in a long time." It was still my doll!
Right now, I am currently 15 years old and am in the tenth grade. I started living with my father yesterday, since I am still his only child. That's what I thought, until I met Maron. When she sees me, she calls me Marron Jr. Do you know how much I hate her calling me Marron Jr.? When I tried talking to my dad about it, he just passes it off, as her being cute. There's nothing cute about me being called Marron Jr.! And Every time I try to spend some alone time with my dad, she always interrupts, leaving me by myself!
I feel like I don't belong here with my dad, or there with my mom. Hopefully, things will change when I start my new school life tomorrow. Although I'm starting in the middle of the school year, it would be great if I made some new friends. Last year, when I was a freshmen, I attended school with Trunks and Goten, when they were both Seniors.
It is still a mystery as to how Goten managed to skip a grade, in order to be in the same grade as Trunks. My school life with them was very entertaining. After they graduated, they said they would keep in touch with me, but I only hear from them like once every three or four months.
So here I am, sitting in my pink recliner, writing in my diary, that Yamcha gave me. A part of me still wishes that my mom and dad would get back together, but I know that is not going to happen. So I need to stop sulking about the past and try moving on to a happier future.