Once & Again
Chapter XII - A Mid-Summer Nights Dream???
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Paris
Monday Morning - 1st Period.
Well it has been a hectic weekend. Marron decided to stay home today instead of facing the humiliation of coming to school and having to face Nick. What a jerk!
I decided to express my anger in the form of a nice and noticeable dent on the side of his car. Which thankfully didn't have an alarm installed. I wasn't in the mood to draw any attention to myself and the damage that I had caused.
Well I'm late to Biology the only class that I share with Trunks and that tall, muscular tanned god, Goten. One day I will tell him how I feel, and hopefully in time he will feel the same way about me. But all I can do now is be content on being his friend and admiring from a far.
Pushing the door open I walked in, just as Mrs Turner was calling the roll. Great! I am on time no after school detention for me tonight. I said to myself with a smirk.
"Morning". I say happily taking a seat next to Trunks. While Goten, is sitting on the other side of him.
"Hey" He replies back in a not so happy tone.
"Is Marron okay?" There we go straight to the point no wonder there is no cheerful mood this morning. I guess he wants to know how his soul mate is doing without him.
"She's fine, She just has the flu, from you know ... all that dancing around in bare feet" I whispered quietly.
"Do you think she'll be at home?" Asked Trunks as he began to copy the work on the board.
I stopped and looked at him.
Hhmm, okay there are two ways to answer this question.
1) Yes, Marron is at home and she would love for you to come over and comfort her. But first she has to sort the mixed up feelings that she has for you.
Or .....
2) No, Marron has gone to that Island in the middle of no where to recover from her flu, because the weather here is too cold for her delicate frame.
The latter seemed better, and suited me just fine.
"Um ... actually ... She-has-gone-to-that-island-in-the-middle-no-where-to- recover-from-the-flu" I said slowly trying to remember the exact words that I had planned in my head a few seconds ago.
Because I have a habit of being caught out lying if I speak too fast and not think about what I am saying. Which I guess is my only flaw that and watching Goten, day-dreaming about Goten, and talking about Goten until Marron decides to leave the room to escape my constant chatter.
What ... Okay ... I have a Crush ... Someone I really like ... Doesn't everyone????
I know I sound like the ultimate Loser ... But ... Look at him ... wouldn't you feel the same way?
"Oh, you mean Kame Island"
"The one with the perverted old man?, exactly". I said remembering the stories Marron had told me about an Old man, A pig and a turtle. Characters similar to the fairy tale ones you read about as a kid, but all twisted and messed up.
"Do you know when she'll be back?"
"When she gets better, I guess".
Looking up at the clock I sighed there was thirty more minutes left of class left. Great Just Great, half an hour of learning how to draw the female and male reproductive organs.
Tomorrow will probably be the sex talk, something I won't be looking forward too, If the elderly school nurse, Doris, will be explaining human interaction and sexual reproduction with the class. Gross!
It's like listening to your Grandmother talking about it. Shivering I turned and began drawing the rest of the male reproductive organ.
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After several minutes of drawing the diagrams and listening to Mrs Turner ... we were finally let out.
Freedom!
Walking to my locker I began to put all my Biology books onto the top shelf.
"Paris, May I speak to you in my office, please". Asked a voice from behind me.
Turning around I looked up at Mrs. Mytton, or Mrs. M, as some of the students called her, she was our principal. Someone who I see frequently ... about school related things such as extracurricular activities to grades to truancy matters.
Sighing I followed her to her office.
Closing the door behind me. Then taking the seat in front of her I sighed again. Please don't let it be that bad.
I watched as she picked up her glasses from where they were hanging around her neck on a gold chain and slid them onto her nose so she could examine what looked like a file on her desk.
Examining the file, which was on her desk, she looked up.
"Let's see, now. Mmmm. Yes. Right". She muttered, as she read it.
Crossing my legs, I waited patiently. At least I didn't have to go to second period.
Looking around the room I noticed there was no diplomas on the wall, no evidence of any accreditations at all, just pictures of at a guess were her children and grandchildren.
I began to wonder if Mrs. M. had even gone to college.
Mrs. M. cleared her throat. "Yes, well, your schedule is acceptable. Not great, mind you. I imagine you're making up for it in extracurriculars, yes?"
I shrugged my shoulders. If you can call partying and dancing an extracurricular.
"Not really" I said fiddling with the pleat on my mini skirt.
"I mean, I haven't signed up for any extracurriculars at the moment".
Mrs. M. let her glasses drop. And sighed.
"No extracurriculars? But what are you doing to improve yourself?"
I gave her a polite blank look. What was I supposed to do. It was only the beginning of the year. It had heaps of time to do those things. Right?.
And anyway who said I needed improving?. Just look at me.
"I see. Well Paris, we'll have to get you involved in something, won't we?" Mrs. M. said.
"I'm afraid the colleges aren't going to even look at you without any extracurriculars". She bent over and pulled a big loose-leaf binder out of a drawer in her desk and began flipping through pages and pages of printed coloured paper.
"Here's something that starts this week. Knitting and Sewing".
You have got to be kidding me.
She looked up at me as I frowned.
"No you're right. That's not going to get you into Harvard, is it?" Mrs. M. said with a little laugh.
Harvard? Who said anything about Harvard?. Was she mocking me?
Pushing the sleeves of my blouse up I frowned again as I looked at the binder that Mrs. M. was flipping briskly through. She wasn't going to give up after only one try. She was good at her job.
I hadn't thought about this at all. That colleges would actually need me to be anything more than what I already was. And I wanted to go to college. A good one.
My parents expected me to go to one of the best schools.
"What about drama? Your English grades are quite good, you must like drama and performing in plays" Mrs. M. suggested.
Me an Actress? A Movie Star? A Broadway Star?
Wow I didn't really think of it.
"They start rehearsals tomorrow. It is a modern version on Shakespeare's 'A Mid-Summer Nights Dream' play." She looked up again. "How about it?"
Chewing on my perfectly pedicured nail. I tried to imagine myself on stage dressed as Titania; queen of the fairies kissing an ass (Donkey) named Bottom.
She would have to cry on cue, and pretend to faint, and wear next to nothing pieces of cloth, and garlands of flowers. Maybe even a wig.
It might be fun.
Taking the flyer from her hands, I stood up.
"Sure, why not?" I said. "It sounds like fun".
Leaving Mrs. M's. Office as second period was getting out I made my way to my locker.
A Mid-Summer Nights Dream rehearsal was in the auditorium. Cool, maybe I'll try and persuade the others to audition too.
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Marron.
Sliding the door open to the lounge I sat down on my favourite black leather armchair. Picking up the remote control I pressed the button to open the TV cabinet and turned on the flat-screen TV.
Flipping through the channels impatiently and unable to focus on anything I saw, I finally settled on a music video channel. So many options how was one to choose, when you have more than one hundred channels to choose from.
But what bothered me the most now wasn't the endless channels to choose from or even the fact that I was sitting alone in my house with nothing to do, but the thought of having to figure out my new found feelings for Trunks. Maybe they were always there, just waiting for the right time to surface. But when was the right time?
I mean ... what if I did reveal them and he didn't feel the same way?
Then our friendship or what is left of it wouldn't be the same again. Not only will I have lost a great friendship I would have lost one of my closet friends.
Sighing I looked at the music video that was playing.
Not really noticing ... I began to think.
Nate was back. Trunks rescued me from almost being raped. And I had met Scott the guy that I've had a crush on ... for ages but wasn't so sure about now. And all in one night.
Well there was no point in sitting at home and thinking about what almost happened on Saturday night.
Clicking the TV off I wandered into the kitchen. Class cabinets lined the walls above gleaming stainless-steel counter tops. And a table stood in the centre of the kitchen, and on the table was today's pile of mail and a newspaper.
Passing it I walked towards the refrigerator and got a carton of chocolate chip ice cream out. My Favourite.
Taking out a spoon from inside one of the drawers I walked toward one of the counters and picked up the cordless phone.
School was out by now ... and Trunks was sure to be home ... hopefully.
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I am so Sorry ... I am so Sorry ... I am so Sorry.
I apologise profoundly for not writing this chapter sooner. I know it has been like seven months since I last updated and I am sorry.
Okay ... I hope that you forgive me for this ... and still review. And I promise that the next chapter will be out within the next few days.
I have noticed in some stories around the site that the number of reviews per chapters are declining. Like some of the popular stories are only getting one or two, compared to before. Just making a note ... has everyone left?
Oh well ... I'd like to thank the reviewers!!!!!!! WITH A BIG BIG THANK YOU!!!!!!! And hope you forgive me for making you wait so long for an update. I am a Dumb Ass I know.
- pookyber - Thanks for the chocolate. I hope you enjoy this chapter sorry not that much action. But thank you for your review.
- Aruba - lol. Thank you. Hope you got some sleep after reviewing my story at 1 O'clock in the morning. ^_^
Forever Broken - I'm glad I sort out a few questions that you needed answering ... and thank you.
vegeta-rulez - Aaaww thank you !!!! you are so sweet!!!! wow!!! I am so grateful.
Enchanted-Princess - Okay ... Strange ... I haven't got one of those before ... wow ... thanks!!!
Marron Kuri - Wow my first reviewer for the year 2004!!! and the really funny part is that you reviewed on my birthday!!! wow ... thanks.
Please Review!!!!!
Foxy_Cleo
Chapter XII - A Mid-Summer Nights Dream???
___________________________
Paris
Monday Morning - 1st Period.
Well it has been a hectic weekend. Marron decided to stay home today instead of facing the humiliation of coming to school and having to face Nick. What a jerk!
I decided to express my anger in the form of a nice and noticeable dent on the side of his car. Which thankfully didn't have an alarm installed. I wasn't in the mood to draw any attention to myself and the damage that I had caused.
Well I'm late to Biology the only class that I share with Trunks and that tall, muscular tanned god, Goten. One day I will tell him how I feel, and hopefully in time he will feel the same way about me. But all I can do now is be content on being his friend and admiring from a far.
Pushing the door open I walked in, just as Mrs Turner was calling the roll. Great! I am on time no after school detention for me tonight. I said to myself with a smirk.
"Morning". I say happily taking a seat next to Trunks. While Goten, is sitting on the other side of him.
"Hey" He replies back in a not so happy tone.
"Is Marron okay?" There we go straight to the point no wonder there is no cheerful mood this morning. I guess he wants to know how his soul mate is doing without him.
"She's fine, She just has the flu, from you know ... all that dancing around in bare feet" I whispered quietly.
"Do you think she'll be at home?" Asked Trunks as he began to copy the work on the board.
I stopped and looked at him.
Hhmm, okay there are two ways to answer this question.
1) Yes, Marron is at home and she would love for you to come over and comfort her. But first she has to sort the mixed up feelings that she has for you.
Or .....
2) No, Marron has gone to that Island in the middle of no where to recover from her flu, because the weather here is too cold for her delicate frame.
The latter seemed better, and suited me just fine.
"Um ... actually ... She-has-gone-to-that-island-in-the-middle-no-where-to- recover-from-the-flu" I said slowly trying to remember the exact words that I had planned in my head a few seconds ago.
Because I have a habit of being caught out lying if I speak too fast and not think about what I am saying. Which I guess is my only flaw that and watching Goten, day-dreaming about Goten, and talking about Goten until Marron decides to leave the room to escape my constant chatter.
What ... Okay ... I have a Crush ... Someone I really like ... Doesn't everyone????
I know I sound like the ultimate Loser ... But ... Look at him ... wouldn't you feel the same way?
"Oh, you mean Kame Island"
"The one with the perverted old man?, exactly". I said remembering the stories Marron had told me about an Old man, A pig and a turtle. Characters similar to the fairy tale ones you read about as a kid, but all twisted and messed up.
"Do you know when she'll be back?"
"When she gets better, I guess".
Looking up at the clock I sighed there was thirty more minutes left of class left. Great Just Great, half an hour of learning how to draw the female and male reproductive organs.
Tomorrow will probably be the sex talk, something I won't be looking forward too, If the elderly school nurse, Doris, will be explaining human interaction and sexual reproduction with the class. Gross!
It's like listening to your Grandmother talking about it. Shivering I turned and began drawing the rest of the male reproductive organ.
______________________________
After several minutes of drawing the diagrams and listening to Mrs Turner ... we were finally let out.
Freedom!
Walking to my locker I began to put all my Biology books onto the top shelf.
"Paris, May I speak to you in my office, please". Asked a voice from behind me.
Turning around I looked up at Mrs. Mytton, or Mrs. M, as some of the students called her, she was our principal. Someone who I see frequently ... about school related things such as extracurricular activities to grades to truancy matters.
Sighing I followed her to her office.
Closing the door behind me. Then taking the seat in front of her I sighed again. Please don't let it be that bad.
I watched as she picked up her glasses from where they were hanging around her neck on a gold chain and slid them onto her nose so she could examine what looked like a file on her desk.
Examining the file, which was on her desk, she looked up.
"Let's see, now. Mmmm. Yes. Right". She muttered, as she read it.
Crossing my legs, I waited patiently. At least I didn't have to go to second period.
Looking around the room I noticed there was no diplomas on the wall, no evidence of any accreditations at all, just pictures of at a guess were her children and grandchildren.
I began to wonder if Mrs. M. had even gone to college.
Mrs. M. cleared her throat. "Yes, well, your schedule is acceptable. Not great, mind you. I imagine you're making up for it in extracurriculars, yes?"
I shrugged my shoulders. If you can call partying and dancing an extracurricular.
"Not really" I said fiddling with the pleat on my mini skirt.
"I mean, I haven't signed up for any extracurriculars at the moment".
Mrs. M. let her glasses drop. And sighed.
"No extracurriculars? But what are you doing to improve yourself?"
I gave her a polite blank look. What was I supposed to do. It was only the beginning of the year. It had heaps of time to do those things. Right?.
And anyway who said I needed improving?. Just look at me.
"I see. Well Paris, we'll have to get you involved in something, won't we?" Mrs. M. said.
"I'm afraid the colleges aren't going to even look at you without any extracurriculars". She bent over and pulled a big loose-leaf binder out of a drawer in her desk and began flipping through pages and pages of printed coloured paper.
"Here's something that starts this week. Knitting and Sewing".
You have got to be kidding me.
She looked up at me as I frowned.
"No you're right. That's not going to get you into Harvard, is it?" Mrs. M. said with a little laugh.
Harvard? Who said anything about Harvard?. Was she mocking me?
Pushing the sleeves of my blouse up I frowned again as I looked at the binder that Mrs. M. was flipping briskly through. She wasn't going to give up after only one try. She was good at her job.
I hadn't thought about this at all. That colleges would actually need me to be anything more than what I already was. And I wanted to go to college. A good one.
My parents expected me to go to one of the best schools.
"What about drama? Your English grades are quite good, you must like drama and performing in plays" Mrs. M. suggested.
Me an Actress? A Movie Star? A Broadway Star?
Wow I didn't really think of it.
"They start rehearsals tomorrow. It is a modern version on Shakespeare's 'A Mid-Summer Nights Dream' play." She looked up again. "How about it?"
Chewing on my perfectly pedicured nail. I tried to imagine myself on stage dressed as Titania; queen of the fairies kissing an ass (Donkey) named Bottom.
She would have to cry on cue, and pretend to faint, and wear next to nothing pieces of cloth, and garlands of flowers. Maybe even a wig.
It might be fun.
Taking the flyer from her hands, I stood up.
"Sure, why not?" I said. "It sounds like fun".
Leaving Mrs. M's. Office as second period was getting out I made my way to my locker.
A Mid-Summer Nights Dream rehearsal was in the auditorium. Cool, maybe I'll try and persuade the others to audition too.
____________________________
Marron.
Sliding the door open to the lounge I sat down on my favourite black leather armchair. Picking up the remote control I pressed the button to open the TV cabinet and turned on the flat-screen TV.
Flipping through the channels impatiently and unable to focus on anything I saw, I finally settled on a music video channel. So many options how was one to choose, when you have more than one hundred channels to choose from.
But what bothered me the most now wasn't the endless channels to choose from or even the fact that I was sitting alone in my house with nothing to do, but the thought of having to figure out my new found feelings for Trunks. Maybe they were always there, just waiting for the right time to surface. But when was the right time?
I mean ... what if I did reveal them and he didn't feel the same way?
Then our friendship or what is left of it wouldn't be the same again. Not only will I have lost a great friendship I would have lost one of my closet friends.
Sighing I looked at the music video that was playing.
Not really noticing ... I began to think.
Nate was back. Trunks rescued me from almost being raped. And I had met Scott the guy that I've had a crush on ... for ages but wasn't so sure about now. And all in one night.
Well there was no point in sitting at home and thinking about what almost happened on Saturday night.
Clicking the TV off I wandered into the kitchen. Class cabinets lined the walls above gleaming stainless-steel counter tops. And a table stood in the centre of the kitchen, and on the table was today's pile of mail and a newspaper.
Passing it I walked towards the refrigerator and got a carton of chocolate chip ice cream out. My Favourite.
Taking out a spoon from inside one of the drawers I walked toward one of the counters and picked up the cordless phone.
School was out by now ... and Trunks was sure to be home ... hopefully.
___________________________
I am so Sorry ... I am so Sorry ... I am so Sorry.
I apologise profoundly for not writing this chapter sooner. I know it has been like seven months since I last updated and I am sorry.
Okay ... I hope that you forgive me for this ... and still review. And I promise that the next chapter will be out within the next few days.
I have noticed in some stories around the site that the number of reviews per chapters are declining. Like some of the popular stories are only getting one or two, compared to before. Just making a note ... has everyone left?
Oh well ... I'd like to thank the reviewers!!!!!!! WITH A BIG BIG THANK YOU!!!!!!! And hope you forgive me for making you wait so long for an update. I am a Dumb Ass I know.
- pookyber - Thanks for the chocolate. I hope you enjoy this chapter sorry not that much action. But thank you for your review.
- Aruba - lol. Thank you. Hope you got some sleep after reviewing my story at 1 O'clock in the morning. ^_^
Forever Broken - I'm glad I sort out a few questions that you needed answering ... and thank you.
vegeta-rulez - Aaaww thank you !!!! you are so sweet!!!! wow!!! I am so grateful.
Enchanted-Princess - Okay ... Strange ... I haven't got one of those before ... wow ... thanks!!!
Marron Kuri - Wow my first reviewer for the year 2004!!! and the really funny part is that you reviewed on my birthday!!! wow ... thanks.
Please Review!!!!!
Foxy_Cleo