Notes from Author: That's right, folks, it's up! I'm putting it up in
chapter form so you people wont go crazy and kill me! ^.^; heh heh heh?
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"FREEDOM!"
A teenage boy ran out of a classroom, but stopped short once he saw a boy with purple hair who was slightly older and taller than himself. The older boy said, "You better keep running."
A teacher with gray hair kept tightly in a bun on the top of her head and a frowning face to go along with it stepped out of the classroom saying, "Goten! Get back in here!"
The you boy's eyes widened, then he grabbed his friend by the arm and said, "You're right, Trunks. I'll keep running." He sprinted down the hall without another word.
The older boy shouted, "Goten! Let go of my arm!"
But Goten keep dragging him down the hall until they reached the door, then he let go of Trunks' arm and turned back, shouting, "Bye, Mrs. Chaise!" before running out the door. Trunks waved and mouthed "Sorry," then followed Goten.
Mrs. Chaise watched them go and shook her head. She always thought that there'd be a week when Goten didn't stay one day after school. But as she walked back into the room that Monday afternoon, she knew that this wasn't that week. * "I. Hate. Math."
Trunks rubbed his temples. "Goten, we've gone through this problem three times, and every time all you say is, 'I. Hate. Math.'"
Goten sighed. "Alright, alright!" He picked up a piece of paper and pencil and started scribbling something down. "AHA! 9!"
"It's 15."
Goten blinked a few times, then said, "I really hate math."
Trunks picked up another piece of paper and scribbled down weird symbols on it, then picked up Goten's to compare. "Uh," he asked, his eyes shifting from paper to paper, "What were you doing?"
Goten shrugged his shoulders. "Dunno."
Trunks dropped the papers to the ground and said, "Ok, that's it!" He jumped up into a squatting position on his rug and dove at Goten, who was still sitting. Goten shrieked and tried to scramble away, but was brought to the ground by Trunks. The wrestled for a bit until Trunks pinned Goten to the ground. They were laughing so hard that they didn't notice the footsteps coming up the stairs.
Soon their laughing died down. Trunks moved closer to Goten and looked into innocent, black, sparkling eyes, reflecting his image like a still pool. He wished that they could stay like this forever, not having to hide anything from anyone. Ever. Leaning closer, he whispered, "I love you." Then, leaning ever closer, kissed Goten.
"Hey, boys! Didn't know that you were ho-OH MY GAWD!"
Trunks leapt up and shouted, "MOM! I-I CAN EXPLAIN!"
* On to Chapter Two! R&R!
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"FREEDOM!"
A teenage boy ran out of a classroom, but stopped short once he saw a boy with purple hair who was slightly older and taller than himself. The older boy said, "You better keep running."
A teacher with gray hair kept tightly in a bun on the top of her head and a frowning face to go along with it stepped out of the classroom saying, "Goten! Get back in here!"
The you boy's eyes widened, then he grabbed his friend by the arm and said, "You're right, Trunks. I'll keep running." He sprinted down the hall without another word.
The older boy shouted, "Goten! Let go of my arm!"
But Goten keep dragging him down the hall until they reached the door, then he let go of Trunks' arm and turned back, shouting, "Bye, Mrs. Chaise!" before running out the door. Trunks waved and mouthed "Sorry," then followed Goten.
Mrs. Chaise watched them go and shook her head. She always thought that there'd be a week when Goten didn't stay one day after school. But as she walked back into the room that Monday afternoon, she knew that this wasn't that week. * "I. Hate. Math."
Trunks rubbed his temples. "Goten, we've gone through this problem three times, and every time all you say is, 'I. Hate. Math.'"
Goten sighed. "Alright, alright!" He picked up a piece of paper and pencil and started scribbling something down. "AHA! 9!"
"It's 15."
Goten blinked a few times, then said, "I really hate math."
Trunks picked up another piece of paper and scribbled down weird symbols on it, then picked up Goten's to compare. "Uh," he asked, his eyes shifting from paper to paper, "What were you doing?"
Goten shrugged his shoulders. "Dunno."
Trunks dropped the papers to the ground and said, "Ok, that's it!" He jumped up into a squatting position on his rug and dove at Goten, who was still sitting. Goten shrieked and tried to scramble away, but was brought to the ground by Trunks. The wrestled for a bit until Trunks pinned Goten to the ground. They were laughing so hard that they didn't notice the footsteps coming up the stairs.
Soon their laughing died down. Trunks moved closer to Goten and looked into innocent, black, sparkling eyes, reflecting his image like a still pool. He wished that they could stay like this forever, not having to hide anything from anyone. Ever. Leaning closer, he whispered, "I love you." Then, leaning ever closer, kissed Goten.
"Hey, boys! Didn't know that you were ho-OH MY GAWD!"
Trunks leapt up and shouted, "MOM! I-I CAN EXPLAIN!"
* On to Chapter Two! R&R!