"Hey Gohan! Get up!"
Gohan stirred from beneath his covers. Rolling over, he saw the pictures of his family resting on his bedside table and sighed.
"Gohan!" Drew shouted again. "You'll never guess what happened. Someone rammed a piano into the wall!"
Gohan sat upright, queasy with fright. It hadn't been a dream! And what if the night watchman had seen his face? Gohan would be out of this school faster than he could say 'Kami'...
"Gohan, are you deaf or something? We have class in an hour! Get your books!"
Gohan felt odd putting on his new uniform for the first time. His mother and gotten him an extra large size so that other kids couldn't see his muscles. It was gray and designed to look like a sailor suit with a matching bowler hat. All in all, it looked bizarre with Gohan's long black pony tail and rich dark eyes.
"Where are we supposed to go?" Gohan asked Drew as they made their way up from the breakfast room.
"We have to go and get our timetables from the year coordinator and then we have to put all our stuff in our lockers. Then we only have two periods; English and math to finish off the day. At least that's what my older brother says about year seven's first day."
That doesn't sound too bad, Gohan thought to himself, it could be worse...
"Hey, did you guys hear about that piano thing last night?" Hiro said as he snuck up behind them. "The night watchman was found unconscious in the hallway! How weird is that?"
"Err...yeah." Gohan mumbled, his face flushing deep red. "We better hurry up and get to class."
They made their way to the school hall, where all the year sevens were gathered to receive their new timetables.
Gohan studied his with a blank look on his face.
"You mean we have heaps of different teachers?" He whispered to Drew. "And we have to go to heaps of different classrooms?"
"Duh! Where have you been learning for the past seven years of your life, Gohan?"
"I learnt from home."
"Oh...ok."
They found out where their lockers were next. Gohan's was beneath a girl's with a slender face, long dark hair and deep green eyes who blushed every time he looked at her.
"Hello." He said shyly, stuffing yet another heavy book into his locker.
The girl giggled foolishly. "Hi; I'm Victoria. But everyone calls me Vicky."
Gohan gave her an innocent smile and she giggled again, wrapping a strand of hair round her little finger.
As they continued packing their books, the night watchman staggered past holding an ice bag to his head. Nervously, Gohan covered his face behind a huge geography book, praying that the night watchman would walk right past him.
"Good morning children." He growled, his eyes ablaze. "Though I don't see what's so good about it. I just woke up from a serious mental disorder and with a concussion that is causing me to go INSANE!"
The locker room filled with hysterical laughter. Gohan however, cringed from behind his book. Carefully, he lifted his head to sneak a look at the night watchman.
The man was cold, with beady black eyes and no hair on the top of his head. He was distinctly taller than most adults and wore a too tight black suit as if he were mourning instead of assisting teachers on the first day of school.
He turned to look them all squarely in the eye, pausing when he got to Gohan as if remembering something from a terrifying nightmare. Gohan tried to keep calm, though he knew this would probably be it.
But all the night watchman said was. "And when I catch the culprit of this little 'piano' incident; I will personally ensure that they will be out of this school faster then they can say Ellawin."
"Creepy guy huh?" Vicky said as he staggered away. "I feel sorry of the poor kid who actually did push that piano into him."
"Err...yeah." Gohan said nervously, clumsily dropping a few books and causing Vicky to giggle and blush.
"Hey Gohan, hurry up! We have to go to fifth and sixth period next." Drew called.
Checking his timetable, Gohan saw it was English and math. Two of his most favorite subjects. Perfect. This wouldn't be so bad.
"It says were supposed to be in room 111. That would be....this way?"
Gohan shrugged.
"It's this way guys." Said Daniel as he Greg, Mitchell and Hiro walked past. (In case you don't remember; Daniel Greg and Mitchell are Drew's friends.)
They sat in twos in the classroom, which was small and covered with faded white paint. Gohan copied the other kids, taking out his pencil case and books.
A plump lady came into the room, dressed in a floral white poncho. She had a red, fat face with her straw blonde hair up in rollers. She didn't bother to sit down upon the chair, but instead stood beside her desk with a large, stretchy smile across her face.
"Good afternoon class, I am your English teacher, Mrs Rosenburry. Welcome to year seven English."
Drew sniggered, whispering to Gohan from behind his hands. "I heard she never sits down in class because she's too fat and the chair will brake under her weight."
But despite the unkind comments the rest of the class made, Gohan found his new English teacher to be polite and kind towards them. He liked her already and she liked him.
"I want you all to write a page about yourself, so that I can get better acquainted with you all. You have to the end of this lesson so make it a good one."
Gohan sat nervously in his seat, wondering what on earth to say. He couldn't say that his father, Goku, was an alien life form who had saved the earth from monsters like Cell; especially since everybody believed that it was Mr Satan who had really done it. What would he write?
Mrs Rosenburry walked past his desk. Seeing that he hadn't written a single word, she leaned over him and smiled kindly.
"Just write the truth about yourself dear. I promise I won't laugh at you."
Gohan knew that she probably would, considering how bizarre his life was. But she told him to write the truth and that's what he was going to do....
***** The bell rang and Faye set down her pencil and looked about the room. Gohan was the only one still writing. And he had written about ten pages so far. His hand moved quickly, gliding up and down the page and still faster than she had ever seen a human hand move.
She leaned over to nudge Vicky.
"Look how much Gohan wrote." She whispered.
Mrs Rosenburry stood at Gohan's desk with a queer expression on her face.
"Time to finish off dear, don't you have math next?"
"Oh...sorry." Gohan mumbled passing her the paper.
Vicky turned back to face her friend.
"I heard he's real smart and got a scholarship into the school. That means he's a real brain. And look at all the work he's done." She swooned. "I'm in love."
But Vicky knew that it was more unusual for a person to be able to write that much in such a short amount of time. Something was up with this kid and she wasn't going to rest until she found out what.
***** "Gohan, hurry up already!" Drew shouted as he made his way across the playground.
Just my luck, Gohan thought to himself, math just had to be on the other side of the school.
Gohan struggled, trying to stop his books from falling. At home, Gohan's books sat neatly on his desk and he never had to lag them around everywhere...
He dropped his books again just as the second bell rang. Sighing, he stooped to pick them up and when he stood up again, realized that Drew had left him behind in the rush to get to class on time. Now he had no idea where to go.
Checking his diary, Gohan saw that he was in room 144. Now where was that? Perhaps he should ask and older student? Or perhaps he should just track down Drew's chi?
"Um...ok...Drew is."
Unconscious to the fact that people where starring at him, Gohan placed two fingers on his forehead to try and find Drew. It was harder in an area which was populated with many students but Gohan managed to find it and raced to the room he felt it coming from.
"Sorry." He mumbled as he came in late to take a seat beside Drew.
The young math teacher was elegant and pretty, with long brown hair and deep chocolate brown eyes. She wore the latest fashion, but with a frown on her face and worry lines on her forehead.
"Why were you late? Were you trying to skip my class? Is it because you hate me? I know you hate me? WHY DO YOU HATE ME?"
"Ignore her." Drew whispered. "My brother says she's paranoid and she thinks that everybody in the school hates her."
Gohan could tell he wasn't going to like math as much as his other subjects.
Gohan stirred from beneath his covers. Rolling over, he saw the pictures of his family resting on his bedside table and sighed.
"Gohan!" Drew shouted again. "You'll never guess what happened. Someone rammed a piano into the wall!"
Gohan sat upright, queasy with fright. It hadn't been a dream! And what if the night watchman had seen his face? Gohan would be out of this school faster than he could say 'Kami'...
"Gohan, are you deaf or something? We have class in an hour! Get your books!"
Gohan felt odd putting on his new uniform for the first time. His mother and gotten him an extra large size so that other kids couldn't see his muscles. It was gray and designed to look like a sailor suit with a matching bowler hat. All in all, it looked bizarre with Gohan's long black pony tail and rich dark eyes.
"Where are we supposed to go?" Gohan asked Drew as they made their way up from the breakfast room.
"We have to go and get our timetables from the year coordinator and then we have to put all our stuff in our lockers. Then we only have two periods; English and math to finish off the day. At least that's what my older brother says about year seven's first day."
That doesn't sound too bad, Gohan thought to himself, it could be worse...
"Hey, did you guys hear about that piano thing last night?" Hiro said as he snuck up behind them. "The night watchman was found unconscious in the hallway! How weird is that?"
"Err...yeah." Gohan mumbled, his face flushing deep red. "We better hurry up and get to class."
They made their way to the school hall, where all the year sevens were gathered to receive their new timetables.
Gohan studied his with a blank look on his face.
"You mean we have heaps of different teachers?" He whispered to Drew. "And we have to go to heaps of different classrooms?"
"Duh! Where have you been learning for the past seven years of your life, Gohan?"
"I learnt from home."
"Oh...ok."
They found out where their lockers were next. Gohan's was beneath a girl's with a slender face, long dark hair and deep green eyes who blushed every time he looked at her.
"Hello." He said shyly, stuffing yet another heavy book into his locker.
The girl giggled foolishly. "Hi; I'm Victoria. But everyone calls me Vicky."
Gohan gave her an innocent smile and she giggled again, wrapping a strand of hair round her little finger.
As they continued packing their books, the night watchman staggered past holding an ice bag to his head. Nervously, Gohan covered his face behind a huge geography book, praying that the night watchman would walk right past him.
"Good morning children." He growled, his eyes ablaze. "Though I don't see what's so good about it. I just woke up from a serious mental disorder and with a concussion that is causing me to go INSANE!"
The locker room filled with hysterical laughter. Gohan however, cringed from behind his book. Carefully, he lifted his head to sneak a look at the night watchman.
The man was cold, with beady black eyes and no hair on the top of his head. He was distinctly taller than most adults and wore a too tight black suit as if he were mourning instead of assisting teachers on the first day of school.
He turned to look them all squarely in the eye, pausing when he got to Gohan as if remembering something from a terrifying nightmare. Gohan tried to keep calm, though he knew this would probably be it.
But all the night watchman said was. "And when I catch the culprit of this little 'piano' incident; I will personally ensure that they will be out of this school faster then they can say Ellawin."
"Creepy guy huh?" Vicky said as he staggered away. "I feel sorry of the poor kid who actually did push that piano into him."
"Err...yeah." Gohan said nervously, clumsily dropping a few books and causing Vicky to giggle and blush.
"Hey Gohan, hurry up! We have to go to fifth and sixth period next." Drew called.
Checking his timetable, Gohan saw it was English and math. Two of his most favorite subjects. Perfect. This wouldn't be so bad.
"It says were supposed to be in room 111. That would be....this way?"
Gohan shrugged.
"It's this way guys." Said Daniel as he Greg, Mitchell and Hiro walked past. (In case you don't remember; Daniel Greg and Mitchell are Drew's friends.)
They sat in twos in the classroom, which was small and covered with faded white paint. Gohan copied the other kids, taking out his pencil case and books.
A plump lady came into the room, dressed in a floral white poncho. She had a red, fat face with her straw blonde hair up in rollers. She didn't bother to sit down upon the chair, but instead stood beside her desk with a large, stretchy smile across her face.
"Good afternoon class, I am your English teacher, Mrs Rosenburry. Welcome to year seven English."
Drew sniggered, whispering to Gohan from behind his hands. "I heard she never sits down in class because she's too fat and the chair will brake under her weight."
But despite the unkind comments the rest of the class made, Gohan found his new English teacher to be polite and kind towards them. He liked her already and she liked him.
"I want you all to write a page about yourself, so that I can get better acquainted with you all. You have to the end of this lesson so make it a good one."
Gohan sat nervously in his seat, wondering what on earth to say. He couldn't say that his father, Goku, was an alien life form who had saved the earth from monsters like Cell; especially since everybody believed that it was Mr Satan who had really done it. What would he write?
Mrs Rosenburry walked past his desk. Seeing that he hadn't written a single word, she leaned over him and smiled kindly.
"Just write the truth about yourself dear. I promise I won't laugh at you."
Gohan knew that she probably would, considering how bizarre his life was. But she told him to write the truth and that's what he was going to do....
***** The bell rang and Faye set down her pencil and looked about the room. Gohan was the only one still writing. And he had written about ten pages so far. His hand moved quickly, gliding up and down the page and still faster than she had ever seen a human hand move.
She leaned over to nudge Vicky.
"Look how much Gohan wrote." She whispered.
Mrs Rosenburry stood at Gohan's desk with a queer expression on her face.
"Time to finish off dear, don't you have math next?"
"Oh...sorry." Gohan mumbled passing her the paper.
Vicky turned back to face her friend.
"I heard he's real smart and got a scholarship into the school. That means he's a real brain. And look at all the work he's done." She swooned. "I'm in love."
But Vicky knew that it was more unusual for a person to be able to write that much in such a short amount of time. Something was up with this kid and she wasn't going to rest until she found out what.
***** "Gohan, hurry up already!" Drew shouted as he made his way across the playground.
Just my luck, Gohan thought to himself, math just had to be on the other side of the school.
Gohan struggled, trying to stop his books from falling. At home, Gohan's books sat neatly on his desk and he never had to lag them around everywhere...
He dropped his books again just as the second bell rang. Sighing, he stooped to pick them up and when he stood up again, realized that Drew had left him behind in the rush to get to class on time. Now he had no idea where to go.
Checking his diary, Gohan saw that he was in room 144. Now where was that? Perhaps he should ask and older student? Or perhaps he should just track down Drew's chi?
"Um...ok...Drew is."
Unconscious to the fact that people where starring at him, Gohan placed two fingers on his forehead to try and find Drew. It was harder in an area which was populated with many students but Gohan managed to find it and raced to the room he felt it coming from.
"Sorry." He mumbled as he came in late to take a seat beside Drew.
The young math teacher was elegant and pretty, with long brown hair and deep chocolate brown eyes. She wore the latest fashion, but with a frown on her face and worry lines on her forehead.
"Why were you late? Were you trying to skip my class? Is it because you hate me? I know you hate me? WHY DO YOU HATE ME?"
"Ignore her." Drew whispered. "My brother says she's paranoid and she thinks that everybody in the school hates her."
Gohan could tell he wasn't going to like math as much as his other subjects.