Live The Life
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Two: The First Day
Krillin had thought about the new girl, Eighteen, until the bell rang for the first day to commence. He walked slowly into his new homeroom, after taking ten minutes to find the place. Behind a desk was a man with thick, black glasses, who was shifting through a pile of papers. Krillin assumed he was the teacher.
Others filed into the room after Krillin, but to the boy's dismay, Eighteen hadn't showed yet. The man behind the desk stood up, and walked to the chalkboard. He picked up a piece of white chalk, and in neat printing, scrawled out his name. "Kimura-sensei," he read to those who'd walked in. He set the chalk down, and walked to the door to the classroom as the late bell rang. He slammed it, making the students jump. "Sit down," Kimura-sensei ordered. "Any place s fine, I'll make a seating arrangement for you by the end of the week." He announced. Krillin had ended up sitting alone, in a desk near the front, where the teacher spoke loud and dully. The desks were put into rows, going in vertical lines, up and down the classroom. There would be two desks set right next to each other, then a space in the aisle, and another two desks. And the desk beside Krillin was empty. He hoped Eighteen would sit by him when she came in.
"I want to make one thing clear. That thing is--" Kimura-sensei was interrupted by the knob on the door turning, and Eighteen slipping into the room, shutting the door behind her loudly. "Tardy on the first day?" Kimura-sensei asked, giving Eighteen the evil eye as she looked about the room, and sat in the place by Krillin. Krillin's heart skipped a beat. He didn't even have to invite her! Then again, it was the only vacant seat in the room.
"What's your deal?" Eighteen replied to Kimura-sensei's observations.
"My deal? My deal, missy, is that you should have shown up on time, like everyone else in this room, especially on the first day! If you come late again, I will give you a detention!" Eighteen rolled her eyes as the teacher went on. It wasn't the first time she'd heard such a threat. "Fine, man. Don't get all tied in a knot, y'know?" Krillin stared at Eighteen, wondering how she could just sit there, and defy the teacher. It was...brave, he thought.
"You'll show me respect in this classroom. Got it?" Kimura-sensei neared Eighteen's seat.
"Whatever," Eighteen lifted the lid of her desk, and picked at an old gob of gum stuck to the inside.
"What's your name?" Kimura-sensei demanded.
"Eighteen Gero. Got a problem with it?" The girl answered, not looking up.
"Well, Miss Gero, you'd better watch your back. Because I am not going to tolerate your problem with authority." Kimura-sensei sneered, walking away. He faced the class again, and sucked in some air, trying to rid his voice of any signs of agitation. "I will hand out your timetables. Please come up and retrieve it as I call your name."
At the bell signaling the end of the day, Krillin sighed, piling up his binders and walking out of the room. After being issued a locker, learning the pet peeves and particulars of eight teachers who would be instructing him for the year, being announced a target of the grade ten bully, Vegeta, and meeting Eighteen, he could use a nice nap at home.
"Hey," someone tapped Krillin on the shoulder. The boy turned, hoping it was Eighteen. He was disappointed when he saw Yamcha instead. "Hi," Krillin said, sighing.
"What's wrong?" Yamcha asked, scratching his head. "You seem upset."
"Well anyone would in my shoes! I think I like a girl I just met, who I have to skip school with tomorrow, my homeroom is my worst subject, and I'm the new victim of Vegeta!" Krillin grasped Yamcha's shoulders and shook the boy as he explained. Yamcha whistled. "That's quite the list, seeing as today's classes were only two hours long." He said, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
"What am I gonna do?" Krillin asked, looking at the floor. He stepped up to a locker, and opened it after twisting in the combination on the lock. Yamcha watched his friend pull out a bag, and shove texts, pencils, and binders inside.
"Well, if you want my advice..." Yamcha looked away, knowing the way he trailed off would make Krillin beg for information on how to deal with things. Krillin zipped up the backpack, and threw it over his shoulder as he slammed his locker shut. "I do." He mumbled.
"Okay. I think, in your case, you should run like hell, should Vegeta decide to bully you. He'd probably catch you, but...that's life. Everyone has to suffer." Yamcha folded his arms behind his head. Krillin slumped under his bookbag. "Gee, thanks, Yamcha. I feel so encouraged." He said sarcastically.
"Hey, there's more. You can probably use a calculator in math. And...about this chick. I wouldn't waste my time thinking about her, because she's probably already fallen for the likes of me." Yamcha flashed a white-toothed smile at a girl passing by. She gave a disgusted, rejecting sound, and walked faster, away from Yamcha. The scar-faced boy slumped, like Krillin, and the two dragged themselves down the hall together.
"I'll see you, Yamcha." Krillin waved as his friend walked out of the building, chasing after a girl who'd just went outside. Yamcha yelled 'bye' over his shoulder as he pulled out a pen.
"Hey, Krillin." Eighteen surprised the short boy as she came around one corner and greeted him.
"Hi!" Krillin said happily. He was overjoyed she was talking to him.
"Um...I just wanted to know where you want to meet for tomorrow." She said.
"Uh...I don't care. How about we meet up here, and I'll give you a tour of the town. Say...when the late bell rings?" Krillin felt the words roll off his tongue, almost unnaturally, as he stepped out of his shell and spoke like he knew what he was doing.
"Okay. Talk to you tomorrow." Eighteen turned, and went out the door. Krillin followed at a distance, and saw Yamcha run up with a pencil and paper. He aked her something, and she walked the other way. Krillin covered his mouth, trying not to laugh. Yamcha was so desperate, he would ask any girl he saw for her phone number. What a sight.
As Krillin walked home, he wondered what they would do while they skipped school. Touring two would only take about half the school day. Nanase was a small place, after all..."Aha!" Krillin threw his hands in the air. "That's it! I know where to take her after!" He smiled. Of course...it was ingenious!
- - - Thanks to the small crowd who reviewed--I appreciate it. Anyhow, PUH-lease review! It makes me happy!
--Kai
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Two: The First Day
Krillin had thought about the new girl, Eighteen, until the bell rang for the first day to commence. He walked slowly into his new homeroom, after taking ten minutes to find the place. Behind a desk was a man with thick, black glasses, who was shifting through a pile of papers. Krillin assumed he was the teacher.
Others filed into the room after Krillin, but to the boy's dismay, Eighteen hadn't showed yet. The man behind the desk stood up, and walked to the chalkboard. He picked up a piece of white chalk, and in neat printing, scrawled out his name. "Kimura-sensei," he read to those who'd walked in. He set the chalk down, and walked to the door to the classroom as the late bell rang. He slammed it, making the students jump. "Sit down," Kimura-sensei ordered. "Any place s fine, I'll make a seating arrangement for you by the end of the week." He announced. Krillin had ended up sitting alone, in a desk near the front, where the teacher spoke loud and dully. The desks were put into rows, going in vertical lines, up and down the classroom. There would be two desks set right next to each other, then a space in the aisle, and another two desks. And the desk beside Krillin was empty. He hoped Eighteen would sit by him when she came in.
"I want to make one thing clear. That thing is--" Kimura-sensei was interrupted by the knob on the door turning, and Eighteen slipping into the room, shutting the door behind her loudly. "Tardy on the first day?" Kimura-sensei asked, giving Eighteen the evil eye as she looked about the room, and sat in the place by Krillin. Krillin's heart skipped a beat. He didn't even have to invite her! Then again, it was the only vacant seat in the room.
"What's your deal?" Eighteen replied to Kimura-sensei's observations.
"My deal? My deal, missy, is that you should have shown up on time, like everyone else in this room, especially on the first day! If you come late again, I will give you a detention!" Eighteen rolled her eyes as the teacher went on. It wasn't the first time she'd heard such a threat. "Fine, man. Don't get all tied in a knot, y'know?" Krillin stared at Eighteen, wondering how she could just sit there, and defy the teacher. It was...brave, he thought.
"You'll show me respect in this classroom. Got it?" Kimura-sensei neared Eighteen's seat.
"Whatever," Eighteen lifted the lid of her desk, and picked at an old gob of gum stuck to the inside.
"What's your name?" Kimura-sensei demanded.
"Eighteen Gero. Got a problem with it?" The girl answered, not looking up.
"Well, Miss Gero, you'd better watch your back. Because I am not going to tolerate your problem with authority." Kimura-sensei sneered, walking away. He faced the class again, and sucked in some air, trying to rid his voice of any signs of agitation. "I will hand out your timetables. Please come up and retrieve it as I call your name."
At the bell signaling the end of the day, Krillin sighed, piling up his binders and walking out of the room. After being issued a locker, learning the pet peeves and particulars of eight teachers who would be instructing him for the year, being announced a target of the grade ten bully, Vegeta, and meeting Eighteen, he could use a nice nap at home.
"Hey," someone tapped Krillin on the shoulder. The boy turned, hoping it was Eighteen. He was disappointed when he saw Yamcha instead. "Hi," Krillin said, sighing.
"What's wrong?" Yamcha asked, scratching his head. "You seem upset."
"Well anyone would in my shoes! I think I like a girl I just met, who I have to skip school with tomorrow, my homeroom is my worst subject, and I'm the new victim of Vegeta!" Krillin grasped Yamcha's shoulders and shook the boy as he explained. Yamcha whistled. "That's quite the list, seeing as today's classes were only two hours long." He said, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
"What am I gonna do?" Krillin asked, looking at the floor. He stepped up to a locker, and opened it after twisting in the combination on the lock. Yamcha watched his friend pull out a bag, and shove texts, pencils, and binders inside.
"Well, if you want my advice..." Yamcha looked away, knowing the way he trailed off would make Krillin beg for information on how to deal with things. Krillin zipped up the backpack, and threw it over his shoulder as he slammed his locker shut. "I do." He mumbled.
"Okay. I think, in your case, you should run like hell, should Vegeta decide to bully you. He'd probably catch you, but...that's life. Everyone has to suffer." Yamcha folded his arms behind his head. Krillin slumped under his bookbag. "Gee, thanks, Yamcha. I feel so encouraged." He said sarcastically.
"Hey, there's more. You can probably use a calculator in math. And...about this chick. I wouldn't waste my time thinking about her, because she's probably already fallen for the likes of me." Yamcha flashed a white-toothed smile at a girl passing by. She gave a disgusted, rejecting sound, and walked faster, away from Yamcha. The scar-faced boy slumped, like Krillin, and the two dragged themselves down the hall together.
"I'll see you, Yamcha." Krillin waved as his friend walked out of the building, chasing after a girl who'd just went outside. Yamcha yelled 'bye' over his shoulder as he pulled out a pen.
"Hey, Krillin." Eighteen surprised the short boy as she came around one corner and greeted him.
"Hi!" Krillin said happily. He was overjoyed she was talking to him.
"Um...I just wanted to know where you want to meet for tomorrow." She said.
"Uh...I don't care. How about we meet up here, and I'll give you a tour of the town. Say...when the late bell rings?" Krillin felt the words roll off his tongue, almost unnaturally, as he stepped out of his shell and spoke like he knew what he was doing.
"Okay. Talk to you tomorrow." Eighteen turned, and went out the door. Krillin followed at a distance, and saw Yamcha run up with a pencil and paper. He aked her something, and she walked the other way. Krillin covered his mouth, trying not to laugh. Yamcha was so desperate, he would ask any girl he saw for her phone number. What a sight.
As Krillin walked home, he wondered what they would do while they skipped school. Touring two would only take about half the school day. Nanase was a small place, after all..."Aha!" Krillin threw his hands in the air. "That's it! I know where to take her after!" He smiled. Of course...it was ingenious!
- - - Thanks to the small crowd who reviewed--I appreciate it. Anyhow, PUH-lease review! It makes me happy!
--Kai