Hi all! It sure has been a LONG time, I've had the worst case of writer's
block in the history of man.
*ambulance siren goes off in the background*
Heh, that's just ummm... some end results of the fishbowl incident.
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Bulma led CJ up some stairs, down a hallway, and into a good sized room, with light blue painted walls, and an oak bed. There was a vanity with flowers on it in the corner, and a short dresser by a small window.
"Well," said Bulma, "this'll be your room while you stay. I hope you like it."
"Oh, I do! It's very pretty," said CJ.
"That's good. Now, there are some clothes in the dresser I think you'll like, and if you need anything, I'll be up the stairs in the second room."
"Ok, and Bulma?" said CJ, "Thanks for letting me stay."
"You're very welcome. Besides, you're one of Trunks' friends, and you're welcome here." Bulma said smiling, as she left the room and went down the hall.
CJ stretched her arms in the air, and walked tiredly over to the dresser, and opened up the top drawer. In it, she found a mid-sized plastic case, filled with--you guessed it-- capsules. There was a number guide inside, so she looked for pajamas.
"Hmmm, let's see....there! Number 7!" she said.
She took it out of the case, clicked it, and threw it to the floor. Out came a few neatly-folded piles of pajamas. She dug through the piles, until she found the perfect pair. The shirt was a tank top with a dark blue background, and little lightning bolts all over it. The bottoms were slightly baggy with the same design.
She quickly changed into the outfit. When she was finished, she started towards the bed, but realized that she wasn't tired anymore.
"Well, I might as well have a look around. I don't think Bulma will mind," she said to herself quietly, and slowly headed out the door. She shut it silently, and began to walk down the hall.
***MEANWHILE***
Trunks lie awake in his bed, his mind entangled with thought. Thoughts of an oh-so-familiar green-eyed girl. He envisioned the way she looked when she danced. She looked so full of life. She was alive with a fire of which he had never seen before.
"Crap. I hate it when I get my brain screwed up. There's only one solution," he said with a small smile.
(What's the solution???? Oh wait, you don't know yet, do you? You're entire mind is in my power, because whatever I say it is, you'll have to believe!!!! MUAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! ..sorry. I'm having an obsessed author moment....he he he.)
Trunks reached under his bed and pulled out the "sacred" cardboard box. It contained the three best painkillers in the world.
Chocolate bars, a playstation 2, and Final Fantasy X. (HOORAY!!!!!!!!!!)
He plugged in the playstation and breathed a sigh of relief. Then he started on the chocolate.
(ummm....ignorance is bliss...I guess?)
***MEANWHILE***
CJ wandered down the hallway.
"I cannot believe I got lost!!!" O.o
She walked past a door and heard faintly, "This is my story." (Heh. It's really funny if you've ever played Final Fantasy 10.)
She shook the confused expression off of her face and continued down the hallway, when all of the sudden...SMACK!!!! She walked right into something and fell backward.
As she regained consciousness, she saw the figure of a young girl.
"...Bra? Is that you"
"Oh, hi CJ!" she said cheerfully, "Are you ok? I couldn't see you."
"It's ok," she said, brushing herself off. "I'm..uh.well..."
"Lost?" said Bra. "It's ok, I can't blame you, this place is huge."
"Heh."
"Well, I know where my room is, so why don't you come with me?" Bra asked hopefully.
"Ok, that'd be great. It would probably take days to find mine."
Bra giggled quietly. "Ok, come with me, It's this way," she said as she started to walk down the hall, with CJ close behind her the whole way.
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Wow, it took about 7 months to write that!
Anyway, I really hoped you liked it.
If you haven't noticed, my writing style has changed a bit.
Well, see you later, I'm due to meet with my insurance company to see if they cover, "Abuse with a fishbowl...pray for me?
REVIEW OR SUFFER MY WRATH!!!!!
Bye bye.
*ambulance siren goes off in the background*
Heh, that's just ummm... some end results of the fishbowl incident.
***************************************
Bulma led CJ up some stairs, down a hallway, and into a good sized room, with light blue painted walls, and an oak bed. There was a vanity with flowers on it in the corner, and a short dresser by a small window.
"Well," said Bulma, "this'll be your room while you stay. I hope you like it."
"Oh, I do! It's very pretty," said CJ.
"That's good. Now, there are some clothes in the dresser I think you'll like, and if you need anything, I'll be up the stairs in the second room."
"Ok, and Bulma?" said CJ, "Thanks for letting me stay."
"You're very welcome. Besides, you're one of Trunks' friends, and you're welcome here." Bulma said smiling, as she left the room and went down the hall.
CJ stretched her arms in the air, and walked tiredly over to the dresser, and opened up the top drawer. In it, she found a mid-sized plastic case, filled with--you guessed it-- capsules. There was a number guide inside, so she looked for pajamas.
"Hmmm, let's see....there! Number 7!" she said.
She took it out of the case, clicked it, and threw it to the floor. Out came a few neatly-folded piles of pajamas. She dug through the piles, until she found the perfect pair. The shirt was a tank top with a dark blue background, and little lightning bolts all over it. The bottoms were slightly baggy with the same design.
She quickly changed into the outfit. When she was finished, she started towards the bed, but realized that she wasn't tired anymore.
"Well, I might as well have a look around. I don't think Bulma will mind," she said to herself quietly, and slowly headed out the door. She shut it silently, and began to walk down the hall.
***MEANWHILE***
Trunks lie awake in his bed, his mind entangled with thought. Thoughts of an oh-so-familiar green-eyed girl. He envisioned the way she looked when she danced. She looked so full of life. She was alive with a fire of which he had never seen before.
"Crap. I hate it when I get my brain screwed up. There's only one solution," he said with a small smile.
(What's the solution???? Oh wait, you don't know yet, do you? You're entire mind is in my power, because whatever I say it is, you'll have to believe!!!! MUAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! ..sorry. I'm having an obsessed author moment....he he he.)
Trunks reached under his bed and pulled out the "sacred" cardboard box. It contained the three best painkillers in the world.
Chocolate bars, a playstation 2, and Final Fantasy X. (HOORAY!!!!!!!!!!)
He plugged in the playstation and breathed a sigh of relief. Then he started on the chocolate.
(ummm....ignorance is bliss...I guess?)
***MEANWHILE***
CJ wandered down the hallway.
"I cannot believe I got lost!!!" O.o
She walked past a door and heard faintly, "This is my story." (Heh. It's really funny if you've ever played Final Fantasy 10.)
She shook the confused expression off of her face and continued down the hallway, when all of the sudden...SMACK!!!! She walked right into something and fell backward.
As she regained consciousness, she saw the figure of a young girl.
"...Bra? Is that you"
"Oh, hi CJ!" she said cheerfully, "Are you ok? I couldn't see you."
"It's ok," she said, brushing herself off. "I'm..uh.well..."
"Lost?" said Bra. "It's ok, I can't blame you, this place is huge."
"Heh."
"Well, I know where my room is, so why don't you come with me?" Bra asked hopefully.
"Ok, that'd be great. It would probably take days to find mine."
Bra giggled quietly. "Ok, come with me, It's this way," she said as she started to walk down the hall, with CJ close behind her the whole way.
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Wow, it took about 7 months to write that!
Anyway, I really hoped you liked it.
If you haven't noticed, my writing style has changed a bit.
Well, see you later, I'm due to meet with my insurance company to see if they cover, "Abuse with a fishbowl...pray for me?
REVIEW OR SUFFER MY WRATH!!!!!
Bye bye.