Disclaimer-I don't own DBZ, Hit Clips, most of the teachers, the quote form Reba
Note-Elizabeth's name has been changed to Whitney.
The First Day Always Sucks…
"I really can't believe you're till upset about it, 18." Maron was talking to 18 as they were headed to their Homeroom in Upper C Wing, C45. "I mean, their 6-year death anniversary was 2 months ago. And they treated you bad. Why are you still upset about your parents'…"
"Shut it, Maron," 18 snapped. "I don't wanna talk about Sarah or Nicholas."
"I'm just sayin', you should really let it go. I mean, look at 17…"
"Maron, I told you to shut up!"
"No, you told me to shut it. Not the same."
"Bite me, Maron!"
"Eww, disgusting…"
"Look, there's Krillin."
Maron looked. "Hey, he's not…"
But 18 had already taken off.
July 4th was always a hard time for 18. It was the anniversary of her parents', Nicholas and Sarah, death. She'd only been 8 when Kimberly set the house on fire while she and her brother were at the Independence Day fair. A suicidal mother and an abusive father were not great parents to have. But living with her uncle, Thomas, had been much worse.
18 subconsciously wrapped her arms around herself and shivered. It was so horrible to remember…the endless beatings and sexual violations Thomas had the nerve to inflict on a 9-year-old. Thank God Maron's family had saved her and moved them away from Massachusetts. What would she have done if he had continued to…
"18?"
A voice startled her. It was Krillin.
"Maron told me you were upset. What's up?"
"Nothing, Krillin, just…nothing. Go hang out with your girlfriend."
18 walked away.
Something about walking away unnerved Krillin. He figured it was because his father had walked out on him and his two brothers and his drug-activist mother when he was 3. He was too little to remember it, but it always freaked him out to have someone walk away from him.
"Yo, Goku!" Krillin yelled, forcing his mind off 18 and waving to his friend.
"Krillin, where the hell have you been, homeroom's already starting!"
"Oh, crap!" Krillin and Goku ran into their Homeroom.
"You're late!" the teacher yelled. "I can't stand people who can't be punctual! You're lucky this is the 1st day…"
Goku and Krillin sat down and tuned out their teacher.
(A/N: Yeah, I know I said this was more serious than other High School fics, but I need ridiculously stupid teachers)
Vegeta rolled his eyes at his teacher and stuck his Hit Clips headphones in his ears. He was blasting some Everclear when someone tapped his shoulder. It was Frieza.
"Frieza, keep your hands off me!" Vegeta hissed. "You're not my type."
Frieza turned and stomped away.
Vegeta got up and walked to his next class, Earth-Space Science.
His teacher, Miss McCloud, looked up at him.
"What are you looking at?" Vegeta demanded.
"Take those headphones off."
"No, I don't think I will..."
"Take them off."
"Déjà vu, anyone?"
"TAKE. THEM. OFF."
"My answer ain't changing, lady."
In the back of the room, Launch Aleera and Briana Morris whispered to each other, "Oooh, he's gonna get it…"
"What's your name?"
Vegeta knew this look. This was the 'You have detention for a month' look. An idea struck him as he said, "Prince Frieza."
Miss McCloud wrote the name down on a piece of paper and Vegeta walked away and sat down.
"I can't believe we don't have any classes but Lunch together, Goku!" Chichi exclaimed.
"Well, at least I have Math 2nd period. That way you can help me with it at Lunch."
"Yeah, that's good."
"And you have Health when I have Gym. Those are both in D-wing. We can walk there together."
"That's good."
"Yeah, it is!" Goku said vehemently. "What do you have 1st period?"
"English I."
"I've got Global World History."
"My class is that way." She pointed to the direction opposite to where Goku was going. "See ya."
"Bye."
Chichi entered her English classroom.
"Hey, Chichi," 18 called, raising her arm. She was sitting next to Bulma.
"Hey, Bulma, 18!" Chichi said, sitting behind 18.
The teacher, Mrs. Jean, walked towards them. "Why, hello girls!" she said in a fake Texas accent. "Why don't you just sit in alphabetical order so I can take roll?"
18 got up and left, and so did Chichi. But Bulma, still mad from this morning's argument with Yamcha, refused to get up.
"Now, Miss Brief," Mrs. Jean said in an aggravatingly cheerful voice. "Maybe you don't know about alphabetical order. Well, we go by last names. Your last name is Brief. Buh-buh-Brief. Do you know where that goes?"
"After Buh-buh-Bite me?" Bulma asked.
The class laughed.
"Well…" Mrs. Jean bit her lip. "Technically, that is correct."
The class laughed some more.
Bulma got up and sat where she was supposed to. "That good enough for you?"
"Yes." Mrs. Jean proceeded to take roll.
More coming once I get everyone's schedules figured out.
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