The Story of My Life
Chapter 1: Responsibility and an old friend
A/N: I dedicate this entire story to pizzajon, he gave me the brilliant idea to create it, I'll be honest and admit that I got carried away and ended up changing a lot of things from what I was going to do according to your suggestion. Trust me I'll make another story following your exact idea. Hope you and the readers enjoy it, thanks again for the idea. This is my birthday gift to you. And I know I haven't finished THOM, I lost a chapter due to my flash drive getting lost, but I promise I'm not giving up on it I just have to redo the chapter. It felt like centuries but I'm back. P.S this story is already completed I just need to post the chapters when I have time, I write other stories to rid my writer's block, a weird technique I know.
For years my life was filled with thrilling, life or death, showing off whose stronger adventures. But as the years progressed, my age increased and the numbers of the universe being under attacked decreased. No alien seemed to have favored the beautiful planet earth for their taking any more, no one seemed to want their revenge. Life had just remained in a quiet and dull state; a condition I couldn't bear to live in the slightest. A warrior was who I was born to be and a warrior is who I wanted to die as.
The deafening reverberation of the alarm that indicated morning awoke me from my somewhat peaceful slumber, as my heavy eyelids struggled to flutter open. I declared myself still tired. Sluggishly I removed the plain white sheets from my bare chest after letting out a hearty yawn. Welcoming myself to another tedious day. With a calm and gentle lift of my finger, I pressed the button to dismiss the ear-piercing alarm instead of doing the worldly routine of slamming the maddening clock that took you away from the wonderful world of dreams. I rubbed my eyes as another yawn escaped the depths of my throat, this time it was an angry one, as reality finally sunk in. I was going to have to face this uneventful day today, and that meant repeating the same repetitive things till the night claims the sun and till the sun claimed the night, up until the weekend came along. The cold wooden tiled floor attacked my bare feet, sending slight shivers through my body as I took small precious steps to the closet to gather my uptight uniform that would turn me into a new person. As I collected the disgusting colors of white, green and khaki from the closet I tossed the finely ironed clothing onto my unmade bed. A part of me wanted to make the bed in order to have felt a bit of satisfaction in aiding the maids in their daily chores, but as I was rather exhausted and got to thinking that once I got home from the hellhole I called school I would just simply collapse on the bed. The bed that would be made anyways once I return; the maid just being the maid, would do the job she was serviced to do.
From the bedpost, I grabbed my towel and headed to the bathroom.
Being wealthy had its perks, from the fine dining to the expensive gadgets. And one of the perks I can say I liked most of the times from being rich is not having some type of rush hour for the bathroom. The house was filled with more bathrooms than the actual members occupying the home. And I wasn't the type to wait patiently for a chance to take a shower if that was the situation I wouldn't even bother of thinking about getting up from the comfort of my bed to get ready for school. Mother would've been furious at my actions and make it a habit in barging into my room every morning screaming the wax out of my ears in order of waking me up to get ready, or worse… Father would be sent by mother to get me up, and his definition of waking you up isn't a slight shake in the shoulders, his screaming was present but he tended to be more physical since he would've been annoyed in having the "woman" pester him in waking up his lazy son.
I made my way silently in the direction of my personal bathroom, it wasn't connected to my room, but I didn't mind, no one came in and I was the only one besides the maids who had the key. I slipped my hands into my pajama pocket, the golden key found the tip of my finger. There were times when I was younger and I would always lose my key as I was the irresponsible little brat, just tossing my key anywhere and later make a huge mess in the room for the maids to clean just because I was searching for a lousy golden bathroom key. My responsibility skills finally met up with my intelligence, now every day, after my shower I would slip my key in the next pajama pants that I would wear to bed.
The door clicked as the lock made the unlock sound, my fingers found the switch as soon as I dramatically let the door creak open. If I were to be a girl, this bathroom would've been heaven. Luxurious couldn't even be the proper word to describe the bathrooms in this home. There were the simple designed bathrooms which I still believed was fancier than any other bathroom people have seen in the world, and then there was the richly designed and full of the new state of the art technology the world has yet to see. The shower tub was almost the same size as a pool you blew up for adults and teens to swim in with golden knobs that I didn't really use. The toilet was mostly one of the simplest things in the room, just the golden colors made it a little irregular. A shelf full of never-ending towels, soaps, and other bath items. A hamper for my dirty clothes. And the sink was also one of the simplest things, just the technology you were able to use it was something you couldn't find in stores.
With a swift wave of my hand a blue hologram keypad appeared.
Right to left my hands moved quickly as I adjusted the right temperature for the water in order to do a quick rinse to my face in order to have some drowsiness escape my face. Once I clicked done the sink's faucet open and I dipped my hands in the warm temperature of seventy degrees Celsius before splashing the warm water on my face. I blinked my eyes a few times to have the water directly enter my sockets, I needed to try every technique in order to stay awake in class. Because another phone call home wouldn't be pleasant to come home to a mother who looks like she would just about explode.
Once the faucet turned off by a click of a button the keypad disappeared.
I was done with my shower in a complete estimate of five minutes, but wanting to stall a bit I stayed in the tub, running a hot bath so I can relax in the hot water as though it was a hot tub. Regularly I did this routine, hoping to just one-day stay in here all day till school was over, not caring if my body became all wrinkled as a result. The low beeper made my eyes shoot open, I looked up beyond the shower head at the digital clock that read 8:00 A.M in bold green. I let a few curses leave my breath before I emerged from the soothing hot water. I wrapped the towel around my waist before draining the tub, I threw the pajama pants in the hamper before collecting my key and shutting off my light.
Once the lock clicked I headed back to my room knowing I was going to be late since school started approximately at 8:30. My uniform was on in a matter of minutes and I already felt myself transforming into a new person, a person I despised. I never wanted to be a schoolboy, I always laughed at the thought when I was just a young boy, training and fighting was my life and I had believed that would've been the rest of my life till death did me part. But that quickly changed when I was going into my teens, mother thought It was a genius idea for me to be a normal boy and go to school. And since Chi-Chi was making Goten start mother saw it as a perfect opportunity to dress me up in the ridiculous colors and ship me off to face a bunch of different personality kids and teachers. School wasn't something I needed, my intelligence was superior than most, especially in the field of science. Thanks to mother and grandpa. I didn't find school as a place for me to be, not only because of my genius status but because I wasn't that awesome with communicating with others or generally fitting in. I was part alien for Dende's sake, who had strength way beyond a human taking steroid, who ate over ten meals a day, who could fly, use Ki balls, fuse with another part human to become one, should I add more?
Though I had Goten by my side school still wasn't a place for me, especially since Goten didn't have any of my classes. He was never the brightest of the bunch, just like his father, and his mother was never hard with him with his studies as she was with her eldest son. So he was stuck in regular or intensive classes while I was in the upper level, with kids I didn't even consider about socializing with. He was also a year behind me, being sixteen.
I slipped the key into the new pajama pants before taking a look into my mirror, I was handsome as always, something that would cause me to have an immense amount of attention from girls at school, drooling over the hot lavender haired senior boy. The attention was at first flattering but it quickly accelerated into a nerve-racking thing. I wasn't good at talking with girls, heck, I barely even talked to girls, especially the ones ranging between my age. My life was devoted to fighting crime, to save the world from destruction, not learning how to flirt with girls. My looks and body structure made me the suave looking type of guy, that sent many signals I didn't want to be sent out. Don't get me wrong, I love the attention, but only to a minimum, I would like to experience a relationship with a female in the mere future, but not one who constantly drools over me because of my looks.
I combed through my half wet hair a little more before deciding to head downstairs for some breakfast. Making my way down the spiral staircase I heard the loud racket of my little sister screaming that she would be late. I groaned at the mention of her words, forgetting that I was held responsible for having to transport her to school. Once I enter the kitchen I could imagine mother standing with her hands placed neatly on her hips, an angry look plastered on her face as she readied herself to yell and scold me for not waking up early, forgetting that I have to bring Bulla to school and that I would be late yet again for school.
I wasn't met with an angry mother, but a fuming father. I could tell he was annoyed from the constant yapping of Bulla complaining about going to be late to school, and that once mother came home from work he would receive a loud lecture of a lifetime that he didn't really need to receive. I found myself swallowing my own spit as I saw his complexion, I rather it was mother standing here fuming, but as she wasn't here I just assumed she went to work earlier than usual.
"Well?"
His tone wasn't angry which frightened me more, he was at the state of his anger where he made his self-sound calm. I only had seconds to grab something to eat, Bulla, and dash out the home before he blew a fuse. He was rather sick of my daily routine, well everyone was as a matter of fact. But I didn't ask for any of this, for the whole world to revolve around me, any mistake I made the entire brief family suffered the consequences.
His eyebrows began to twitch which indicated that he was about to explode, me standing there like a dumbfounded idiot wasn't helping his anger decrease but increase. My eyes scanned the countertops for something I could find to eat for breakfast, the only thing found was an apple that would be considered a very small snack for me. I snatched it from the counter and my lunch bag that was next to it before I grabbed Bulla's hand and pulled her out the door with me.
"You better not cause any trouble brat!" was the last words I heard from him before we were out the door, the move I made was wise enough to not make him blow a fuse. I had to make sure I didn't cause any more trouble, and trouble was causing too many tardies that would end up in having another parent-teacher conference. And the worst thing than having father wear a pink shirt was having him wear a full-blown suit and sit quietly in an office chair and listen on as the teacher blabbered on for an hour while withholding all his strength to not blast the person to outer space. Father wasn't the type to participate in many things if it wasn't training, and having to actually be a parent and go to conferences wasn't something he fancied going to, not because of nervousness, but because he was afraid of blowing a fuse that would cause the "woman" to yell and badger him for months to come, and probably have him sleep on the couch. And it was never a pretty sight to see him go to bed on the couch or see him wake up from his sleep on the couch.
I checked my watch 8:15 A.M. if I drove at top speed I would be able to make it before nine. Reaching into my pocket I retrieved a capsule that held the newest air car. Upon throwing it a black air car appeared. I pulled on my little's sister arm to signal that we were moving to the car, she didn't budge.
"I didn't say goodbye to daddy!" she yelled turning around to face the front doors of the home we just so desperately left.
I held in my growl, she was a spoiled little brat who was showered with affection from both parents while I was only sprinkled with such affection from one.
"You'll see him when you come home from school,' I barked, my anger seeming to rise. I couldn't afford to be really late for school, especially for nonsense like this. I didn't want more reasons for both parents to be angry with me.
She shook her head, not liking my comment one bit.
"Not everyone comes back when you think you will."
I sent several curses to Dende, "Who told you that lie?" I asked, the fury clearly noted in my voice.
She shook her head once again before screaming daddy several times. Thank Dende we didn't have any neighbors; it was sometimes good to stay in a remote area.
My hand found her face and covered her mouth before she could be able to shout again, I didn't need that man coming out here. I didn't want to hear anymore yelling, I didn't want to get my ass beat and I sure didn't want to go to school.
The front door burst open once I neared the car door with a mouth covered Bulla. He didn't look so angry, a bit annoyed but calmer.
"Daddy!" Bulla shouted once she bit my hand and I let go with a low growl at the little pain she managed to cause.
The five-year-old ran over to her father and gave him a hug, he smiled lightly and returned the action, hugging her with what looked like a tight embrace.
I felt like vomiting at the affection being shown, maybe I was jealous at how much affection he showed towards her and never towards me, how the very first and only hug I ever received from him was when I was eight years old. I was jealous. For years and years, I fought to impress him, but being the selfish prideful snob that he was he didn't really become all impressed where he would hug me, though I would be totally embarrassed to be hugged by my father at this age, I would still at least appreciate it. The main reason Bulla had much affection from father was because she was a girl, and she was and will remain his little princess. To him, she was just a walking miracle; probably because father never expected throughout his entire life that the prince of all Saiyans would have a baby girl. If Bulla had turned out to be a boy, there would've been a ninety-nine percent chance that he would've been treated the same way as I.
Their tight embraced finished seconds later and a cheerful Bulla ran up to me before waving to her father and giving him an audible bye. He spared a glance at me and I already knew that would be the only bit of affection he would show towards me. After buckling Bulla up and putting my lunch bag in the back trunk to join my school bag that I left the day before because I'd already finished my homework before I got home I entered the car.
Once the ignition started my speed couldn't be controlled, I made sure I drove at a reasonable pace once I was driving off CC grounds in case father was watching, but once gone I accelerated my speed. Bulla had complained at first screaming as she was frightened at how fast I was going and she threatened to tell father, her threat barely fazed me, I would face more troubling things once I got home. She had seemed to lighten up a few minutes after flying, her neatly did hair flying in the wind. She didn't mind much which was great, later years it might be a bother to have her newly done hair become a mess. Within twenty minutes of neck-breaking speed, we made it into civilization and into heavy traffic.
I wanted to scream my lungs out, I couldn't bare much patience to deal with traffic. It was a daily routine, a routine I hated and never learned from, though I complained I never changed, sometimes I would leave a few minutes earlier but would still end up in the same position, in the heavy traffic. If every human could fly life would've been easier, it wouldn't have been some supernatural stuff to see flying humans, just a normal thing as people flew to work, school, and other destinations. I know had the heavy urge to get out the car, grab Bulla, capsulize the car and take flight, where I would make it to school a few minutes late than a whole thirty minutes.
I took a bite of the red apple as my stomach wailed. It would be a wise idea to stop at a little café to get some real breakfast in order to stay awake during class, but it would cost me a huge amount of time just to do so. I couldn't afford any heavy time loss, even if it was to satisfy my hunger.
For the past five minutes' traffic stayed the same, large and small vehicles honking each other as though it would make a difference. Traffic didn't die down, but I was finally able to make the turn that would lead me to Bulla's school. The whole idea of Bulla going to school was ridiculous to me, she didn't have to, well I didn't have to at her age. There wasn't much for her to learn, but she seemed to be cool with the idea of school, she got to play with kids her age and got to see Pan mostly every day. But the true reason why I believed mother enrolled Bulla into school was to give father a break, though he loved his daughter with all his heart I could tell he couldn't handle enough of the mostly annoying, curious, little blue haired girl known as Bulla.
I reached her school in a matter of minutes, it was a small academy for the small and they weren't forced to wear any revolting uniform like me, lucky them. Years before I actually started attending the school there wasn't a uniform policy, you just wore whatever you liked, then there were some people who took that as a great invitation and took it too far, having the school change it's no uniform policy into a mandatory uniform school. The one thing I was thankful for was not having to wear orange even if the school was called Orange Star High. The colors were chosen by someone in the education system of high power who believed the colors meant respect, knowledge, and bravery. It was a new motto the school went by, life was all about having respect, knowledge, and bravery.
She unbuckled her seat belt and opened the car door before running to the entrance of the school. She turned around to face me, waving.
"Bye big brother! Have fun at school." She smiled broadly as the words left her mouth and I smiled back, she had her times for being annoying, but those warming and unique smiles she always gave where just melting.
"Have fun at school too," I said as I finally waved back.
Once she entered the school I drove off to a little-secluded area and capsulized the car. Once I finished off the apple and made sure I had everything such as my school and lunch bags, I headed for the skies where I would be at least ten minutes late. I would just have to avoid the watchful eyes of humans, especially the bird watchers.
The late bell was heard as I was a few feet away from the school. I hid in a nearby tree as I watched the tardy kids rush into the building after a total of five minutes everyone was inside and It was finally clear for me to jump down the tree without being seen.
I straightened myself up once I landed neatly on the ground, looked around to ensure no one saw. The lot was still empty. My feet began to run without my permission, though I was late and missed homeroom I didn't feel like making running to class because I was tardy a habit.
I slid the door to the classroom open once I finally made it to the building, out of breath.
"Tardy again Mr. Briefs," Sensei said as he kept on with his scribbling on the chalkboard, not sparing me a glance as he knew I was the only one throughout the entire class known for their late entrances.
"Won't-"
"Happen again," he said cutting me off, my lies were embedded in his head. "How many times do you plan on telling me it won't continue till you actually stop the excessive tardiness from continuing Mr. Briefs?"
A soft laughter stopped me from answering his question as I looked for the source of where the giggle came from. I was repeatedly laughed at as Sensei tended to embarrass me in front of the class and those too many embarrassments' caused me to memorize each and every laughter that escaped the lips of my fellow peers. But this laugh was new. My blue orbs finally found the source, a blonde haired girl with two loose pigtails and huge cerulean eyes. She smiled lightly as our eyes met, and I did the same just to be nice. She was in the back seat next to mines.
"Mr. Briefs?"
"Hmm?"
"Would you stop drooling over our newest student and take your seat, we welcome our guest not creep them out."
I blinked my eyes and realized I was staring at her longer than intended, she reminded me of someone, but my mind just couldn't put a finger on it. The class fell into a short laughter and I felt my face flush. I wasn't drooling over some girl I just met, I wasn't much of a person who fell in love at first sight. That was just full-blown bull crap to me.
I walked to the back of the classroom and sat in my rightful seat, a little pissed because people would now think I had a crush on the new girl, another thing was that she took the seat that was reserved for my bags. I wasn't comfortable sitting next to people for a long time. I believed I had ADHD, but mother just said it was my alien blood making me all giddy.
After placing my bags neatly on the ground I turned to make a quick introduction with the new girl and new desk buddy I would be sitting by for the rest of the year.
"Hey, my names-"
"Trunks Brief, I know who you are," her voice was mixed with sass and I failed to detect the other half.
My once lifted hand fell to the wooden table, confused. No one besides Goten fully knew me in this school and I sure wasn't one of the popular kids here. No one in this class would've talked to her and mention my name as though it was a relevant topic. I was way past confused that my brain began to hurt.
Did I know this girl? Because she sure knows me.
I only had a few seconds to search through my memory to figure out who was this girl sitting next to me, she looked familiar and resembled some people I knew.
I felt myself run out of time, I was already staring at her like an idiot and she was already staring at me like I was a madman.
"Have we met before?" the question slipped from my tongue before I had a chance to realize how extremely rude that sounded and that the whole nosy class was listening on.
"I guess not," she responded, the anger clearly heard in her voice.
I watched her turn to face front and I felt like slamming my head repeatedly on the desk till I fainted from the pain or was sent to the office.
Who was this girl?
Just the few words that left her lips sent my mind to go awry. I was now facing two different feelings now, guilt seemed to play the strongest. A girl that knew me, but I didn't recognize her. The first person who ever talked to me in this school besides Goten and my professors got embarrassed by the loner. And on her first day. Then there was anger, the other emotion fighting with me. I felt as though I should be the angry one because I sure wasn't asking for someone to be friendly to me, I didn't need any friends, I just needed myself to get through this last school year so I could finally be free. But once free I would be trap in my grandfather's company business. Once graduated mother's plan would be to stick me in another ridiculous outfit as I worked my ass off in a company I didn't even think about working for. My only savior from escaping that future was going to college to spend another four years in hell before I was actually sent to work for the company I was delaying to work in. There wasn't a happy ending in my life.
Class had continued regularly starting with the usual boring lecture of our new topic followed suit with a new chapter to read. I couldn't find myself the strength to focus as I kept sparing glances at the new girl who kept on following the words in the book as Sensei read. I had a feeling she knew I was eyeing her, but still knowing she was aware didn't stop me from looking. I was still a bit mad, but as I was feeling guilt too it was playing a stronger role like it would always do.
Once Sensei called my name I instantly regretted not following along, he would always call on me to pick off where he ended at and I always sought it as my opportunity to make him like me more by paying attention and read where he left off so it would balance off my tardies. But today was different, I wasn't prepared. He smiled at me once our eyes met, knowing I had no clue of the page and paragraph we were on. I was about ready to take defeat by admitting I wasn't paying attention and listen to Sensei make a joke about me as the class would erupt in laughter. But luck had finally toke favor in me once I looked at a small piece of paper next to the new girl, the page number and paragraph neatly written. I turned the page and began to read, much to Sensei's distaste as he probably had the perfect joke for the class.
I found myself staying focused for the remainder of class, not wanting to be put out there by Sensei and having the new girl aid me more which will have me thank her more for her gratitude. It was already extremely awkward sitting next to the blonde as I not only managed to embarrass her but myself too. I needed to find out who this girl was and I already found it strange that her identity still hadn't clicked in my head. I'm not exactly the friendly type and a beautiful face like hers wouldn't be easy to forget.
I felt my face flush at the thought. Shocked.
The ringing of the bell knocked me out of my thoughts and for once I was happy about that. I began to gather my things to get ready for my next class till I remembered I owed the blonde a genuine thanks. I quickly turned to face her, but she barely spared me a glance once she strapped her shoulder bag on her shoulder. I opened my mouth ready to thank her, but I guess she saw it coming as she opened her mouth to cut me off.
"Don't waste your breath Briefs."
She began to make her way out the class leaving me frozen in my spot with a stunned face. Her actions shocked me for a quick second as I believed her helping me changed her mind on my rudeness, but hearing her words proved that her mind hadn't changed on my rudeness, which I could completely understand. But I still found myself getting mad at this mysterious blonde.
Who is she?
The low snickering caused me to enter reality again as I looked at Sensei laughing lowly at the scene that had just occurred.
Instead of placing a scowl on my face I did the exact opposite as I smiled brightly as I walked past Sensei and walked out of the classroom.
I took off the stupid grin once I was past the classroom and headed for my next class. I decided to ditch Goten who always waited for me at the water fountain so we can have a little chat before taking our separate ways to class. I didn't want to ask Goten if he knew this mysterious girl who happened to know me as he probably wouldn't know and would end up teasing me on liking this girl. I didn't. I pushed passed a throng of students and ignored the giggling freshman girls who were always checking me out.
I entered the class before Sensei Akiyama and took my seat. I searched the room and the blonde wasn't one of the members who filled the seats in the classroom. Thank Dende.
Most of the boys loved coming to this class as Sensei Akiyama was known for being one of the hottest female teachers in this building and all they wanted to do was take in her beauty till the fifty minutes of class went by. I had to admit she was hot, but she was way out of my league and there was no use fantasizing about it. I only liked the class because it was math and it was the second subject I was best at.
Class had begun with her teaching us a new equation, I wrote my notes as she kept discussing the way to solve it. Before I knew it, she was telling us to get the homework assignment off her desk as the bell ranged for our next period.
Again, I didn't meet Goten at the fountain, though he would've probably gotten the hint the first time that I didn't want to exactly talk to him yet.
I began walking past people as I walked to my next class, but a wave of blonde hair had me frozen in my spot, causing others to push right past me. The back of her head seemed to have been mesmerized in my head as that was mostly all of what I kept seeing from her today. I watched her closely to see what room she would enter, half scared and half excited that she would enter the one I was supposed to enter. Seconds passed and I finally got to let go of the breath I didn't know I was holding, she entered the room I would soon have to enter in a few seconds.
I entered the classroom a little too late to get the name of the mysterious blonde as she spoke to Sensei Furukawa. But I wasn't too late to hear the next thing that came out of Sensei's mouth.
"You can sit next to Trunks; he's been missing lab partner since we started this term. Glad you can finally be here."
I turned to face Sensei, dumbfounded while she just smiled at me while the blonde scoffed at me.
"Well Trunks this is-"
"We already know each other Sensei," the blonde said with a sly smile.
"Oh really? Well then you guys will surely make good lab partners," she said as she adjusted her glasses before turning her attention to the chalkboard.
"So where do I sit?" her voice didn't seem to have any rudeness as she asked, probably because we were near Sensei.
"Right this way milady," I said knowing she rolled her eyes at me.
Passing several lab tables, I finally made it to my table in which I'm now forced to share. I sat on my stool and made her quickly figure the empty one next to me was hers. I know felt that my favorite subject would be ruined by the blonde.
As class started I kept my eyes on the board, though I knew Sensei wouldn't call me out I didn't want to risk the chance nor make the situation I was placed in now more awkward. My favorite class was slowly fading into my most hated class as the minutes on the clock ticked away.
I finally moved my eyes off the board for a quick second to see the clock that would tell me class was almost over, but it told me the opposite, it was nowhere near over. I almost gave an audible growl but held it in.
After taking notes the class was stuck doing one of my favorite things, a science experiment. But as I was now stuck with the blonde as my companion I figured I wouldn't enjoy conducting an experiment anymore either.
Once Sensei explained our task I turned to the blonde.
"Look, I know we didn't come to a good start but I really like science and I don't want this to be ruined for me. So, let's put our differences aside and just act like we're good friends to complete this assignment," I said as I looked at her face to see if her facial expression would change into a mean one.
She didn't offer me a sly remark, nor did she give me an angry look, just nodded her head. Honestly, I was shocked, for the very first time today she showed me kindness. I smiled lightly at my progress on breaking her, my main goal was to first find out her name.
I read the instructions off the board before I got started telling her her part and doing my part, we didn't face any disputes as we kept our promises to pretend to be friends and complete the assignment. Mixing several chemicals to different beakers till we got the light blue shade Sensei had wanted. And through our excitement we smiled at each other before high fiving each other till we realized we were supposed to be "enemies."
Sensei had automatically given us an A for finishing at an astonishing time and getting the assignment right. I sat back on my stool once Sensei congratulated us on our teamwork and I just watched some of my peers screw up.
We both found ourselves laughing at how the other students in the class managed to screw up a simple task as some missed a step or two. While Sensei would rush to each student who messed up and showed them the right way to do it.
The bell had finally rung and Sensei stopped everyone in their tracks as she announced we would be having a test next week. I was almost out the door when she stopped me.
"I forgot to tell you, but you'll have to be helping out-"
"Me."
I inwardly groaned at her voice, it was the second time she ruined my chance of knowing her name as she purposely stopped each chance I would've had to know her name.
"Yes, she needs to catch up in my class, I won't be able to help her after school since I'm the advisor for the astronomy club."
"Ok, I could do that," I said now knowing I would be stuck with the blonde for a while.
Sensei smiled before I turned to the blonde who already had her back to me, I rolled my eyes as I was quickly getting annoyed by her actions.
My stomach finally rumbled as I headed for my fourth class of the day. Not eating breakfast took a toll on me as I know felt like I was dying if I wouldn't have something to eat now. My drowsiness and starving stomach would finally hit me once I entered my fourth class.
Once I sat down in my usual seat all I kept doing was wishing for the fifty minutes of class to go by quick. I wouldn't be allowed to eat lunch till it was lunchtime and right now I felt like I wouldn't last before lunchtime. As Sensei lectured on my stomach wailed loudly casting the unwanted attention upon myself. Sensei holding the piece of chalk as she looked at me with a concerned look placed on her face. I only managed to give her and the students a sheepish grin.
When they turned around the embarrassment that was once flowing through my body seemed to have disappeared and was replaced with drowsiness. I urged myself to stay awake as I looked at the ticking clock that only seemed to make me even more sleepy. I wasn't the type to snore which was the only good thing in this situation, but if I was caught sleeping during class it would be even more embarrassing and it would mean I would receive that promised phone call home. I kept my eyes away from the clock as it wanted to put me in a drowsy trance and just tried my best to listen on as Sensei spoke while writing on the board. Once my eyelids began to get heavy I knew I was losing the battle and I would just have a few minutes before I would fully lose the battle and have sleep take over. I almost groaned at my situation, I was tired of life itself right now, stuck in a classroom as I tried to stay awake when I could've been doing something more fun and productive in my life. I turned to face the window and stared at the beautiful view. I never fully cherished nature, but just looking at the outside world while I was stuck in this building made the outside world seem like the most beautiful and free place to be in right now. My stomach growled again, this time not as loud to have the class hear. My eyelids got heavier with each blink of the eye I made.
Darkness consumed my surroundings and I knew I lost the stupid battle, I tried to open my eyes but they would just bat shut once I tried, telling me that I couldn't fight the sleep and just embrace it. And embrace it I did.
"Trunks," a sweet voice called as it poked my shoulder.
I kept my eyes close wondering if it was a voice from my dream.
Another poke to the shoulder.
"Trunks!"
My body jolted with energy at the voice knowing it wasn't a voice that belonged in my dream.
My eyes scanned the room and I realized I was still in class, Sensei frowning as she stared at me and my classmates laughing at me. I felt like rolling my eyes, the kids would laugh at anything.
"Sorry Sensei," I said as I tried to hide my embarrassment.
Her expression had changed into a concern once again before heading back and turning to the board to write a few more words.
I yawned lightly and guided my eyes to the clock, I took my notebook out my bag and began to take the notes in the ten minutes I had left in class. I finished the notes as the bell rung, it was sloppy, but it was better than nothing. After packing my bag, I started walking with speed towards the exit.
"Trunks," her voice was a bit demanding.
I quickly stopped at the voice, knowing I would've been called but hoped that if I left the class in a flash she wouldn't have time to call me.
I turned with a slight smile on my face, "Yes Sensei?"
She watched the last student leave the class before opening her mouth to speak, "I'm really concerned about you-you know, it feels like the millionth time that you've fallen asleep in my class. Are you not getting enough sleep?"
I closed my eyes for a quick second as my stomach growled angrily, not happy that I was not filling it up with food right now.
"Do you not eat breakfast?"
I felt annoyed at her question, though it was clear she was concerned about me I just wanted to leave and eat.
"I won't sleep in your class again Sensei."
"I'm not taking those excuses anymore Trunks, I'll schedule a parent-teacher conference and hopefully that would stop this inappropriate behavior."
I instantly froze at her words, my stomach no longer complaining that it was hungry. A phone call home would've been alright with me as I would've received a simple lecture and promise to do better when I know it was a fifty percent chance that I would just stay the same. But the first and what I wanted to be the last time of having a parent-teacher conference was in my first year as I was still furious that mother put me in school.
I gulped.
My parents were already furious at me, but now they would be beyond furious. One promise I managed to keep with them was not to have another parent-teacher conference as dad couldn't stand being stuck in a suit and listen on to a teacher and mother being extremely busy didn't have time for something as foolish as a parent-teacher conference.
I looked at Sensei with a puppy dog look ready to beg, "I promise Sensei it won't happen again, a call home will be fine."
She smiled as though she was about to laugh, "Sorry Trunks, I can clearly see that a parent-teacher conference will have you change. You're a young adult, and soon might go into the working field or continue with school by going to a university. But what I'm trying to do is prepare you, if you cannot handle high school alone how will you be able to survive in life."
My pleading expression faded into a bleak one, "okay Sensei."
I turned around and left the classroom and headed for the cafeteria, my stomach wailing as my starved appetite returned.
Once I entered the cafeteria I scanned the room for Goten and instantly found him talking to the blonde.
I stared for a while till Goten eyes found me standing in the middle of the room, waving at me to come over. She didn't turn to see who Goten was waving at as she figured it was me.
I was angry again. So much was happening today and karma seemed to have been toying with my life right now.
I finally made it to the table and was hesitant to sit down, before I sat down.
"Glad you finally showed, we were getting a bit worried, thought you forgot where the cafeteria was or something."
I smiled lightly at Goten's comment.
"What was the holdup?"
I began to unpack my lunch and took a look at the food in the bento before answering Goten's question.
"Nothing really," I said as I gave one look at the blonde hoping that Goten got the hint to introduce me to her.
As he opened his mouth it seemed like he got the hint, "Trunks you should remember-"
"He doesn't," she said in an emotionless tone before taking a bite of some rice.
I cursed repeatedly in my head as the blonde interrupted.
Goten turned to me with a shock expression on his face and I believed I should've been the one sporting that look right about now. How did he know the girl but I didn't? Now I truly felt like a pile of trash, my day already went horribly but the guilt of not knowing this girl really struck my heart. I shouldn't be angry at her as she had to right to be angry at me. I couldn't relate to the feeling of having someone you know don't remember you or your name, but it way passes disrespect.
"I'm going to finish my lunch on the roof, I promised Sora I would meet him there anyway," she told Goten before she began to pack up.
"See you after school right?"
"For sure," she smiled before finally leaving.
I watched her go and kept replaying her smile in my head, all I kept receiving from her were frowns, and her smile just seemed to have warmed my heart.
I finally began to eat to my stomach's content and hoped that Goten wouldn't scold me for not remembering the blonde.
"It's only been a couple of years but I can't believe you truly forgot her, her appearance changed a bit, but I still would've thought you would recognize her. I guess you don't think about her at all anymore. She was really excited to start school today, she had been sick for a few months so she couldn't come when school officially started, but she was excited to come today especially to see you."
He paused. Packing his food up, "I'm going to the roof, if you still can't remember her, here's a hint, she was one of your best friends."
I didn't watch him leave but placed my chopsticks down, my appetite was gone and his words floating in my mind as I tried to fit the pieces together. Then it hit me like a brick wall. The old but happy memories began to play in my head like a film.
"Marron," I managed to whisper to myself.