Hey, peeps. This is the revised version this story, which was originally under the screen-name Ifonlyyouknew, but will now remain under lazy bird. Forever, I think.
Not Another High school Story
Bulma POV
Prologue:
The first day of school is practically the most dreaded and the most anticipated day of the year. It is the day you come back from summer and meet all of your old friends and tell them about all your adventures, summer loves, jobs, or whatever. It's also a time where most want to sleep in, because after staying up every night past three or four, getting up early seems near or close to impossible. But for high school, the first day is like none other.
For example, if you are a freshman coming in on your first day, you are probably scared shitless because of the fact that you're "fresh meat" to everyone else, if you know what I mean. You're a prime target for all the upperclassmen. Because first, you probably stick out like a sore thumb, and second above all, you most likely don't have a clue as to where you are going that day, chances are you'll probably going to get lost and have some 'kind' upperclassmen direct you in the wrong direction.
If you sophomore though, the first day back is okay because the fact of the matter is, you're not a upperclassmen. So, you are still subjected to some torture. But yet, you know your way around the school and a few of its people, so everything's pretty much cool.
Now, if you are a junior. Well, your first day back is an exciting yet stressful one, because this year is the most important year, for you. Colleges are looking at everything this year. Your PSAT, SAT, ACT, and not to mention your grades, but think on the bright side you're an upperclassmen and you probably will get to go to some pretty cool parties.
Finally, If you are a senior (known to be the best time during high school), your first day is the beginning of the end of high school. You run the school and love doing it. Your friends are your friends and cliques have been finalized. You know the school like the back of your hand. You know all the best hangouts and who those the biggest bashes.
So, now that I am a senior this year, you would think that Iwould have all these great luxuries. However, that is so not the case … I'm just starting my year at not only a new high school, but a different place, as well. Yeah, I know that's sounds awesome, right? (I'm being sarcastic if you didn't notice.)
You see, I moved here with my family from Chicago to Sunny San Diego. Now, I'm here with a new home, new school, hopefully -and I pray- some new friends, in a new neighborhood, I know nothing about. Anyway here's my story of high school as a senior and I know not another high school story! Geez!
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Bleep, Bleep
Bleep, Bleep
"Urgh, why did I turn my alarm clock so damn loud?" Bulma said, as she slammed her alarm clock down so hard she almost knocked it off her nightstand. It was her 'beloved' first day of school as senior, which she had been dreading since the day she moved here. She would know no one, but at least no one would know her. So, she could start from scratch. A totally different and new Bulma, a classy, sophisticated, intelligent, and I might add, hot Bulma. This is was her senior year, this was her year. She was going to impress the best. She would be on top and become apart of the high school elite, one way or another.
"Bulma, are you up, yet? You don't want to miss your first day!" A voice yelled.
"Yeah, mom! I'm up." Bulma turned over to her side and smiled. Even though, she may have dreaded this day, she couldn't help but feel a little excitement and all. She hoped that there were a lot of hot guys there and hopefully one would have the honor of being her boyfriend.
"This is going to be my year!" Bulma exclaimed before getting out of her bed. She then opened her window and her drapes to let in a little sun and fresh air. As Bulma looked out, she saw everyone getting ready to go to work and school. She thought about all of her old friends back home and how it was their first day back, too. She had expected that she would be joining them today for their 'big year,' but life doesn't always deal you the cards you want.
Bulma sighed and looked at all of the houses. She thought that this place was a lot different from where she was from. The people, the air, just everything seemed to be different. She didn't know whether if she liked it or not, yet.
"Home sweet, home," Bulma said before she closed the window to get ready for school.
About forty-five or more minutes later. Bulma finally arrived downstairs, sporting some her best threads. She knew she had to look nice, wait no, great today, because as they say first impressions are everything.
"Bulma, you'll be late now, if you don't hurry."
"Mom, don't worry. I have a stang!" Bulma said while grabbing an apple to take with her.
"You mean your mustang you just got for your birthday, from your most loving parents." Her mother said.
Bulma smirked, "Yeah, something like that. Well, I got to go, bye." Bulma said as she headed to the door.
"Wait! Could you still give your old mom, a kiss goodbye?" Her mother said in a depressing voice.
"Mom, you're not old! Back home, you were known as a milf."
"A milf, what's a milf?" Bulma's mom said, giving her a confused look.
"It's-Well…..it's something that means you're a mother that boys…..it's fairly good thing….Sorry, mom but I got to go! Umm…see you, when I see you. Bye" Bulma said, as she kissed her mother on the cheek and ran out the door.
"Hey, what's that suppose to mean?" Bulma's mother yelled, but it was already too late Bulma had already close the door. "They grow up so fast."
Bulma walked out and looked at her brand new black mustang convertible with the words 'boss' inscribed on her driver's plate
"Did you miss me, baby?" she said to her car before hopping in. Bulma stuck her key in the ignition and was off with the music blasting behind her.
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