Hi everybody :) This is my first DBZ fic, so go easy on me. I hope it's okay and I'm sure there are no spelling mistakes :)
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- Naomi
Disclaimer- I do not own Dragon Ball Z... or Gohan... :'(
Differences
Okay so, here's the usual description of a normal teenage girl. They are medium height, slim and feminine figure, most have breasts, and they usually have a higher pitched voice compared to that of a boy's. I suppose I do look like this, although my voice isn't as high as others. According to everybody around me, I'm pretty much normal. Normal hair, normal eyes, normal figure. So they must be correct, right? Wrong.
I'm different.
No, I am not saying that I go out of my way to be different. I don't die my hair bright green and tell everybody to save the whales or whatever. No, this difference about me is something I can't help. When I was just one month old, my mother told me, I had somehow managed to break my crib. I was known to break almost anything I grabbed hold of until I turned one. Haven't heard of a super strong baby girl? Neither have I.
When I was just five years old, my Mum had somehow made me extremely angry. I was raging in my room, when a beam of light suddenly shot out of my hand. My room nearly exploded. That, I barely remember now. But I know it happened, no matter how crazy it makes me sound.
I can feel people's energy in my mind. When somebody I know is approaching me and I can't see, I still know who it is. I can feel if somebody has more energy than others, or if somebody has barely any energy at all. Sometimes I can feel energy fading away in some places.
I don't know what any of this is, or what it means. What I do know is that I'm different from everybody else.
Those thoughts were permanently in my mind. That is, before somebody new started at my school.
"Have a good day at school, dear. Don't break any pencils."
Mum loved to make fun of me.
"I'll try not to Mum." I smiled, shutting the car door behind me.
As soon as my Mum drove off, my best friend Tammy was at my side.
Tammy (short for Tammin) had been my best friend since we were in diapers. My mum was best friends with her mum, so naturally we were destined for the same friendship. Tammy was a little smaller than me, with long black hair. All the boys chased after her; she was the number one desired girl in our year. She seemed completely oblivious to this fact; whether she was ignoring it or not noticing it, I had no idea.
"Morning Amika! Ready for the new school year?" she asked me cheerfully.
"Nah not really. I'd rather stay home and… watch movies."
What I really wanted to say was, "I'd rather stay home and do some push-ups."
"Yeah, tell me about it. Come with me to the bathroom."
Tammy always went to the bathroom before school started. Pretty smart actually; I hated going during classes. Teachers always glared at you. It made me want to punch them in the face.
While Tammy was doing her thing, I glanced at myself in the mirror. My short black hair was naturally spiky, which I didn't mind. I liked my hair, although the "popular" girls thought it was lame. My eyes were a dark brown colour, although sometimes I swear they look blue when I look in the mirror. Crazy, I know. My arms were a little bigger than the average girl, but it wasn't that noticeable.
A few minutes later, when Tammy was fixing her hair, the bell rang indicating the start of class.
"Uh, what do we have first up?" Tammy asked me.
I looked at the timetable we received in the mail a few days previously.
"English. We're in room 12 this year."
Tammy and I got our bags and went to room 12. There were a few spare seats towards the back of the room, so Tammy and I sat there. Most of the other kids didn't take any notice of me; just the way I liked it.
A few seconds after we sat down, somebody I'd never seen before walked into our classroom. He was very tall, and had short spiky hair, which was kind of like mine. His eyes were brown and they looked cheerful. He had a bag slung over his shoulder and he looked a little lost.
"Ooh, who's that?" Tammy asked, sounding interested. I shook my head.
"No idea. New guy?"
Our teacher, Mr Hall, who was sitting at his desk, noticed him come in and stood up immediately.
"Ah, there you are. Class, quiet down for a moment." He raised his voice a little.
Most of the people in the room stopped talking, when others continued at a whisper.
"We have a new student joining us this year. His name is uh… umm… what was it again?"
The boy said something to Mr Hall, quietly. He must have been shy.
"Ah yes, of course. This is Gohan."
"He's cute." Tammy said in the same interested tone as before.
"Gohan has been home schooled for some time now. So I advise you kids to help him today."
Anybody who was being introduced like that would die of embarrassment. But not this guy, apparently. He looked fine to me. A little clueless, even.
"Nerd." I heard one of the guys say loudly. The guy didn't seem to hear him; either that or he didn't care.
"You can take a seat now, son." Mr Hall said.
Gohan looked around the room, trying to find an empty spot to sit in. Before he could decide for himself, Tammy called out to him.
"Hey you! You can come sit with us." She said nicely.
Gohan accepted, and walked down to an empty seat next to Tammy.
"Thank you." He said. His voice sounded cheerful too.
"I'm Tammy, and this is Amika." She pointed to me.
"'Sup." I said.
He didn't answer immediately. He looked at me for a while, as if he were observing me. His eyes looked a little shocked. After about two seconds, he replied.
"Hello." He said politely.
"Where are you from? I don't think I've seen you around here at all." Tammy asked.
Mr Hall began talking to the class, so Gohan replied in a whisper.
"Well, I'm not from around here exactly…"
Gohan said the name of where he lives. I can't remember the name of it.
Tammy looked shocked.
"B-but that's like, 6 hours away from here! You'd have to wake up at about 3am every morning."
Gohan hesitated.
"W-well I guess I'm just so determined to do well at school." He smiled nervously.
Suspicious. Very suspicious.
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