Hiya everyone, thanks to those who reviewed the first chapter, it brought a smile to my face. And I apologise in advance for the dullness of this chapter V.V I was going to add it to the end of chapter one but it didn't quite fit, and well, I thought that putting it as an independent chapter could be useful for later on ^.^ I'll put up the next chapter shortly afterwards. Enjoy it!
SOMETHING CALLED LIFE
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I felt like a little kid, a little kid on the top of a roller coaster. Boy, was I happy! I think that was the first time in my life that I'd ever been that happy since I'd gotten a nose. Hey wait, scratch that last sentence. No, I didn't mean scratch my nose... Okay stop with the nose, I couldn't help it if my nose was invisible when I was young!
Anyway, after my 'life-changing' encounter with a species of the third kind, a.k.a. Goten, I was in a permanent good mood. Chantelle didn't even cross my mind when the store was full a little later on. The fact that some man was threatening to report me to the manager didn't faze me. The fact that I looked a complete spaz didn't even occur to me. All I knew was that Goten said we were friends and that was all that mattered. I had a friend. Punch me, fire me, shoot me, I didn't care, I had a friend!
After the crowd of rush hour disappeared, I was left on my lonesome once again. Chantelle had been kidnapped... either that or the loud snores from the back room were hers. Actually the latter seemed more likely than a full on ransom epic, don't you agree? There was only two hours left to go until six when the parlour closed, but the way I was feeling, I could have handled it for another year non-stop. It never occurred to me that Goten might have been a sleazy liar and that he'd never actually come back again and that we were not actually friends. I think that I was just so overwhelmed at the breakthrough happening for me. I guess I was a bit stupid and naive like that.
Nevertheless, something told me that Goten wasn't a sleazy liar, and the only one that was, was the creepy old man who sat on the bench outside the store every day. And despite the fact that I was a young vulnerable girl who closed the store late every evening and wore provocative clothing, he didn't dare try anything on me. Do you know why? Listen to this girls, I'd recommend it. It was because I carried a foghorn around with me. Clever, eh? You'd be sure to go deaf in an instant, lifetime guaranteed. No refunds unless you were Johnny Depp.
There was only fifteen minutes left until the store closed, and I could hear shuffling sounds from the back room. Fit to my suspicions, Chantelle had been snoozing in there nearly all day. I wasn't the one to complain, though, because I'm sure she would have done something to Goten if she'd seen him, and that would have prevented what happened to me, a friend!
I did finally close the store, following routine. Now there was another thing I hated, routine. How can someone live their lives on such straight and narrow roads? I can tell you this, my roads sure weren't straight and narrow. More like bent with roadwork all over the place. It was in fact at my current place that I had managed to stay for over two months. Everywhere else soon lost its spark if I stayed too long. I guess there's just something about City Central that draws me to it. Oh, and well, I'm definitely staying now, if I get a chance at friendship.
What did it really feel like? I've never had friends before. No, I'm serious, I hadn't. School was just one big joke that I always used to skip. I guess I was a bit of a demon child, always causing my parents to have fits. But then, what other choice did I have? I couldn't stick school, it was a waste of time!
But then, sometimes I did wonder what it would have been like, you know, If I'd gotten a serious education? If I had listened to my parents when they told me to concentrate in school... If I was a good child? I let out a sigh as these thoughts wracked my head.
Surely there was more to life? There's got to be, right?
The day was a blast! I mean, I'd beaten up my best friend, fell into a manhole, and made friends with this cute chick at the ice-cream parlour! Now look me in the eye and tell me these things happen to you on a daily basis people? You can't, can you? Didn't think so.
Well, my life wasn't exactly about going hissy on Trunks, nor was it about beholding such clumsiness and bad luck to fall into 'blatantly there' holes, nor blonde babes... but on that particular day, it was.
It all started off with Paresu dumping me. Yes, you heard right, my girlfriend of two years broke up with me. Yes, I cried. I cried like a little girl. Yes, a little girl, and no I am not ashamed.
I cried until she got extremely angry and threatened to call the police. I didn't regret at all, 'cos you know why? If I wasn't going to be around for long, I might as well have let all hell loose as long as I was. It served her right for breaking up with me, I couldn't believe the woman. She'd done it three times before! That was why I never took her seriously anymore. I didn't know when it was over from when it wasn't. It's a pretty meaningless relationship.
But I can't stop loving her just at the click of a finger. At the end of the day, I'm the clingy one, and I hate myself for not being stronger.
Okay woah! We were getting a little emotional there, it's best we don't go down that road. So what else happened? Oh yes, I beat the crap out of Trunks for telling me some things I didn't want to hear. The prick cursed my incompetence just because I'd left the stove on at his apartment. Like what was going to happen? Oh come on, don't look at me like that.
It sounds a bit harsh now that I think about it, I really shouldn't have hit him so hard.
As I was walking home to change my clothes after that most crude event... Oh wait, I'd started it. Okay forget that. As I was walking home to change my clothes after my 'rash' meeting with Mr. Briefs, I lost my footing and landed butt first at the bottom of the stinky sewer. It was just as well that I was going home to change, right? The guy that I'd landed on gave me a little trouble at first, asking how on earth did I not notice the manhole warning, then calling me a dickhead. Of course, I could not tolerate the impudence so I knocked him out too.
My mother always taught me that what you give is what you get in return. The guy gave me swearwords, I gave him a one-way ticket to Doozy Land.
Oh, and I almost forgot that cute girl at the ice-cream parlour. There was something about her, I'm not sure what, though. She seemed really pissed at first but then I suppose it was just a bad day for her. She did ask to be friends, though. I was glad about that.
I rubbed my cheek with a cold flannel on the spot where Trunks had sent a lamp flying into it. Freak.
I was right again, that weird man made yet another appearance as I locked the door and left. Never once had I bothered to ask what was up with him, I'm sure you can guess what caused me to do so that night, though.
"Are you alright there, Sir?" I asked as warmly as possible, although it was hard seeing as my voice was slightly husky and I'd been told I sounded evil...
The man glanced upwards, though not at me, but at a tall skyscraper behind some trees. That was the Capsule Corporation skyscraper, wasn't it? Word got round that the president was a grumpy mooch. Why was this man staring at it so pensively?
"Sir?" I asked again, now being quite curious to his thoughts. Again, he stared.
"I know you. You work at the parlour." he finally muttered. Yes, I work at the parlour, do you have a problem there, psycho? Oh, sorry, I got a bit defensive. I mustn't do that all the time.
"Not once has anybody asked me how I was until now."
I jumped a little when he cast his eyes onto mine. In fact I was a little frightened, the man's black eyes didn't shine whatsoever. Oh God, he wasn't a brain eating zombie, was he? Zombies' eyes never shone!
"My son is up there."
I was broken from my reverie by the man's tear-invoked voice. Oh no, now he was crying? What was I supposed to say? "Uh- Sir? Do you have a home to go to?"
His gaze placed itself back onto the tall building and he didn't utter another word.
Okay...
Needless to say, I went home feeling a little 'clueless'.
Vincent Van Chow- Yes! I know your name's Chantelle, it reminded me of you ^.^ Although, please be honoured that I'm using your name... instead of insulted at how the character with your name acts... *LOL* I'm glad to see that you were the first to review, me is very grateful for your loyalty. I have a present for you *hands you a Pikachu plushie* Pikachus are kewl.
kawaiisempai- Well smack my thigh and call me Sindy, that was one hell of a review. I was like O.O when I read it. It's MERvelous, dear. I'm glad you picked up on Marron's silly antics and whatnot. I a-hope that I can turn that good into a great. *laughs* no the future (I hope) would never be three months away *nervous laugh* Eh... yeah. *uncomfortable glances*... want a Pikachu?
kittykat- Well, I'm not entirely sure about my other ones, if I'll finish them or not. I really must break the habit of starting stuff without finishing it. I'll try.
Starry-Eyez888- Hillarious? Really? I never really intended it to be. I was just going to make Marron desperate and pathetic and such. That impression seems to have plastered itself into my head O_o
Lavender23- Oh dear I love your name *snatches it* Thank you so much for the kind review.
Thanks you all for reviewing, I'm glad that you uh 'like' my stories enough to review. And here I was thinking that I'm some crazy girl who just happens to be in reach of Wordpad. Oh yeah not to mention a compooter... and um, a toothpick :P
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Chao, Krystaaaal.