Chapter 2 Perfect Star
Pushing up on my elbows I wiped the tears that had appeared in my eyes and slowly stood up. Mr. Johnson stood and walked over to the Evan water jug and filled it a plastic blue cup.
"Drink this Mrs. Son" I did what he asked and slowly drank the murky liquid. Life was so cruel at times why out of all the people in the world my parents; fun-loving good citizens were the ones to be chosen to pass on? Maybe if hadn't gone to get the paper we'd be together? (Stupid newspaper its all your fault!) I don't know if I really want to die yet…if only I could change the past. I already am so so scared papa…mama…why did ya leave me? "Miss Son I'm sorry but I have to go over the legal stuff with now in your parents will they left you…" He slowly cleared his throat…I hate him, He has no emotion, I mean he can just tell anyone that there parents are dead without even blinking an eye. I don't know what to do… "Well they left you there house and what little money they had, but as I told you your house was completely destroyed when the blast hit so your only asset at this time is $801.25 which Mrs. Son I may tell you is not a lot of money these days…" He then went on making small talk about the option of selling the land and getting an apartment blah blah blah…I just don't really know what to do…just then the phone rang…Mr. Johnson picked it up.
Phone Conversation
-Hello this is Mr. Darien Johnson's office who may I ask is calling?
-Umm…yes sir, my name is Bulma Briefs, I was an old friend of Gohan Son. (Long sigh) I know his daughter Pan has no relatives living anymore so I was wondering if she'd live to come live with me at Capsule Corp?
-Un hun I see you'll have to take this up with her she still is a minor in this country (she's 17) but if she refuses to take this offer then she's on her own unless you convincer her other wise. Were giving her a place to stay at the hospital later tonight so if you could call later after the shock has worn off a little…
-Yeah thanks I'll do that…
End Phone Conversation [1]
Later that night I was given a small room to stay in. It had everything in it, like a big screen television, phone, laptop, they even gave me a cute chibi answering machine, not that I really cared at the moment. That nurse…Trudy came by again and said she was really sorry, but what I really think that shocked her is that I hugged her and cried for hours on her shoulder and when she finally left I heard the phone ring. Not bothering to pick it up I left the room and headed to the food lounge. I wanted to mope and think about things. So much had changed in just a few hours and I needed to go think everything through.
A few hours later I was trying to find my way back to the damned room and it was hard enough after chowing on 5 tubs of chocolate rocky fudge ice cream. Every time I took a steep I got a hard cramp right under my rib cage. It's weird thinking that my parents are gone, in the few hours I was down in the food lounge I would forget that anything had changed and that I was a normal perfect girl just eating ice cream alone in a food lounge…but then I would remember and I would slowly seep back in to my depression.
Entering my temporary room I slowly walked pass the answering machine, which was beeping uncontrollably I probably, had a message from Trudy. Sighing I pushed the button and fell back on my clean Lysol smelling sheets.
~You Have 1 message~
BEEP
'Ummm…hello Mrs. Son this is Bulma Briefs…I don't know if you remember me but your father and mother were very close to me when you were around 4 or so, but then they moved and now this' I could tell she was crying. I know I've heard her voice somewhere before… 'I know a little how you feel I mean I lost my father and mother last year to a car crash…Well anyway I called Mr. Johnson a few hours ago asking if you would like to come live with me and my son for a while until you get back on your feet…I don't know if your ready or not but the hospital said that you could probably get an apartment in a month so could you just give me a call? My number is 122-3334.' She was crying the whole message and I could tell she was trying to be nice…maybe it would do me some good, I mean she went through the same thing when she lost her parents…maybe she can help me out? I Sighed and turned on my side so I faced the window. Outside I saw the moon…a full one. Twinkling little stars surrounded it making the night sky look so perfect…I wonder what it would be like to be a star? Maybe stars are perfect looking down us thinking how perfect there lives are…having thought that I drifted to a on-off sleep. "Perfect Star." Was the last thing I mumbled under my breath while I snuggled into the bed.
[1]- Pan only heard what Mr. Johnson was saying so she still has no idea what they were talking about.
Pushing up on my elbows I wiped the tears that had appeared in my eyes and slowly stood up. Mr. Johnson stood and walked over to the Evan water jug and filled it a plastic blue cup.
"Drink this Mrs. Son" I did what he asked and slowly drank the murky liquid. Life was so cruel at times why out of all the people in the world my parents; fun-loving good citizens were the ones to be chosen to pass on? Maybe if hadn't gone to get the paper we'd be together? (Stupid newspaper its all your fault!) I don't know if I really want to die yet…if only I could change the past. I already am so so scared papa…mama…why did ya leave me? "Miss Son I'm sorry but I have to go over the legal stuff with now in your parents will they left you…" He slowly cleared his throat…I hate him, He has no emotion, I mean he can just tell anyone that there parents are dead without even blinking an eye. I don't know what to do… "Well they left you there house and what little money they had, but as I told you your house was completely destroyed when the blast hit so your only asset at this time is $801.25 which Mrs. Son I may tell you is not a lot of money these days…" He then went on making small talk about the option of selling the land and getting an apartment blah blah blah…I just don't really know what to do…just then the phone rang…Mr. Johnson picked it up.
Phone Conversation
-Hello this is Mr. Darien Johnson's office who may I ask is calling?
-Umm…yes sir, my name is Bulma Briefs, I was an old friend of Gohan Son. (Long sigh) I know his daughter Pan has no relatives living anymore so I was wondering if she'd live to come live with me at Capsule Corp?
-Un hun I see you'll have to take this up with her she still is a minor in this country (she's 17) but if she refuses to take this offer then she's on her own unless you convincer her other wise. Were giving her a place to stay at the hospital later tonight so if you could call later after the shock has worn off a little…
-Yeah thanks I'll do that…
End Phone Conversation [1]
Later that night I was given a small room to stay in. It had everything in it, like a big screen television, phone, laptop, they even gave me a cute chibi answering machine, not that I really cared at the moment. That nurse…Trudy came by again and said she was really sorry, but what I really think that shocked her is that I hugged her and cried for hours on her shoulder and when she finally left I heard the phone ring. Not bothering to pick it up I left the room and headed to the food lounge. I wanted to mope and think about things. So much had changed in just a few hours and I needed to go think everything through.
A few hours later I was trying to find my way back to the damned room and it was hard enough after chowing on 5 tubs of chocolate rocky fudge ice cream. Every time I took a steep I got a hard cramp right under my rib cage. It's weird thinking that my parents are gone, in the few hours I was down in the food lounge I would forget that anything had changed and that I was a normal perfect girl just eating ice cream alone in a food lounge…but then I would remember and I would slowly seep back in to my depression.
Entering my temporary room I slowly walked pass the answering machine, which was beeping uncontrollably I probably, had a message from Trudy. Sighing I pushed the button and fell back on my clean Lysol smelling sheets.
~You Have 1 message~
BEEP
'Ummm…hello Mrs. Son this is Bulma Briefs…I don't know if you remember me but your father and mother were very close to me when you were around 4 or so, but then they moved and now this' I could tell she was crying. I know I've heard her voice somewhere before… 'I know a little how you feel I mean I lost my father and mother last year to a car crash…Well anyway I called Mr. Johnson a few hours ago asking if you would like to come live with me and my son for a while until you get back on your feet…I don't know if your ready or not but the hospital said that you could probably get an apartment in a month so could you just give me a call? My number is 122-3334.' She was crying the whole message and I could tell she was trying to be nice…maybe it would do me some good, I mean she went through the same thing when she lost her parents…maybe she can help me out? I Sighed and turned on my side so I faced the window. Outside I saw the moon…a full one. Twinkling little stars surrounded it making the night sky look so perfect…I wonder what it would be like to be a star? Maybe stars are perfect looking down us thinking how perfect there lives are…having thought that I drifted to a on-off sleep. "Perfect Star." Was the last thing I mumbled under my breath while I snuggled into the bed.
[1]- Pan only heard what Mr. Johnson was saying so she still has no idea what they were talking about.
