Through Hallways
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Seven: Eighteen's House
--Eighteen's House, Seven AM....--
Bleep, bleep, bleep, bleep, bleep, bleep--thud.
Eighteen's hand came down on the irritating alarm clock seconds after it went off and began the annoying chorus of the same sound, repeated until slammed like so. "Damn it," Eighteen grumbled, seeing she could spare no time. There were things to get done before Krillin picked her up to walk to school. Things she would not sacrifice, not even for a little sleep.
Walking down the hall, and into the bathroom, she squeezed some toothpaste onto a neon green brush, and shoved the object into her mouth, scrubbing it all clean with what she'd seen commercials for every ten minutes while watching her favorite program the other day. "Brush with COLGATE TOTAL!" The advertisement had said. So here was Eighteen, doing as she had been told, brushing with 'COLGATE TOTAL.' She rolled her eyes at the thought of the full- grown man in a large toothbrush suit. She bought the toothpaste because the guy on the commercial probably had three kids and a wife to support, and his only job being toothpaste advertisement. She felt sorry for him.
"Eighteen, breakfast!" Someone called up the stairs to her.
"Coming!" Eighteen set down the hairbrush she'd used after completing brushing her teeth, and rushed downstairs to grab some food before--too late. "Hey, back off, Seventeen, this is MY bowl!" The blonde shoved the boy, who's claiming hand had come down upon the bowl, seizing it as Eighteen reached for it.
"No way, Eighteen, this is MINE!" Seventeen smirked, and sat at the table with the stolen prize.
"Do you two have to fight about everything?" The eldest sibling, Sixteen, entered the room, with the youngest of four, Nineteen, just behind him. "It's childish," fourteen-year-old Nineteen commented.
"He started it!" Eighteen pointed at Seventeen.
"No, she did!" Seventeen accused. "I had the bowl first!"
"You're the stupidest twin brother I've ever had, you know that?!"
"You're the stupidest twin brother I've ever had, you know that!?" Seventeen mimicked Eighteen. The comments had been quite pointless, since Seventeen was the only twin brother she had. Eighteen clenched her fists. "I don't have time for this!" She yelled.
"I don't have time for this!" Echoed Seventeen.
"Augh!"
"Augh!"
"Stop it!"
"Stop it!"
Eighteen was going to blow a fuse soon if Seventeen didn't cut it out soon. In the heat of the battle, Eighteen seized a bowl of cereal from Nineteen's hands and dumped it on Seventeen's head. Nineteen and Seventeen both started to whine, one over his favorite bandanna being ruined, and the other over his breakfast being unjustly misused. Eighteen was about to punch her brother in the stomach, when Sixteen grabbed her fist. "You're being foolish, Eighteen." He said in his low voice. Eighteen sighed. "You're right...I have to be ready for when Krillin comes, anyways." She said, walking out of the room. Seventeen, despite his milk and Cheerio covered clothing, followed Eighteen up the stairs, where she slammed the door on his face. "Who's Krillin, huh?" Seventeen asked through the door as Eighteen changed into clothes for school.
"None of your business, Seventeen!" Eighteen yelled, throwing multiple shirts on the floor. There was nothing to wear! What was she going to do?
Seventeen gave a loud, evil laugh. "I'll find out, y'know, Eighteen! We're in the same class! I will know everything about you! Ahahahaha!" He outstretched his fingers in a villainous manner.
"Shut it, Seventeen! And when Krillin comes, you WON'T walk to school with us!"
"Oh, so this 'Krillin' is walking you to school?"
"Problem with that?!"
"Is he your BOYFRIEND?" Seventeen snickered.
"No!" Eighteen screamed.
"Oh...okay, then!" Seventeen ran across the hall into his own room, where he planned to screw up Eighteen's first year of high school, and boost his own social status by becoming king of their homeroom after embarrassing her.
--Ten minutes later...--
"Eighteen, someone's at the door for you!" Sixteen shouted up the stairs. Krillin shook nervously as the tall boy looked down at he who was not very tall. "Eighteen'll be down in a minute. Are you a friend from school?" Sixteen asked.
"Y-yeah..." Krillin could have sworn that, even though he could feel the handle in his fingers, his little lunchbox had fallen onto the porch, cracked open, and ants were carrying away the contents to their queen.
"Hey, squirt, whatcha doin' here?" Nineteen burst out onto the porch and obnoxiously came face-to-face with Krillin, only inches away from the other boy's face. Sixteen pulled Nineteen back to a more comfortable distance, and looked apologetically at Krillin. "I'm sorry. How rude of him. We should introduce ourselves." Sixteen jabbed Nineteen to calm down. "I'm Nineteen!" The boy yelled, as if Krillin couldn't hear him.
"And I am Sixteen. I'm the oldest. Nineteen is only in the eighth grade, he's still prone to overexcitement. Please excuse him." The red-haired boy said, restraining Nineteen, who appeared to have a desire for obtaining Krillin's lunchbox, which was not being invaded by ants.
"I-I'm Krillin...I didn't know Eighteen had brothers."
"Three of 'em!" Nineteen shouted.
"Three?" Krillin gaped. How did she manage to look so sane when Krillin could barely handle living with Yamcha and Master Roshi?!
"Yes. Eighteen is second youngest."
"Who's the other brother? I mean, there's only two of you here, and you said there were--"
"SEVENTEEN!" Sixteen yelled, as a dark-haired boy ran from the house with a bag on his shoulders. Krillin swore he'd seen that kid before--was he in his class? Seventeen had, on the end of a broomstick, a girl's undergarments.
"SEVENTEEN!" Eighteen put her head out the window and yelled at her brother. Are they... twins? Krillin wondered. Eighteen continued to yell at her brother, who danced and waved the pole about.
"That's it!" Sixteen strode after the other boy, and grabbed the broom from Seventeen. The taller boy gave a light smack to the head of Seventeen, and yelled. "Get in the house! Now, Seventeen! This is an inappropriate use of the broom, and an embarrassment to Eighteen!" Sixteen shoved the boy indoors, and threw the pole to the side. He walked up the stairs with the undergarments in hand, meaning to return them to his sister.
"Is Krillin here...?" Eighteen asked as Sixteen pushed the items under the door one at a time.
"He's at the door, waiting for you." Sixteen said.
"Oh, shit." Eighteen groaned. She chose a shirt and threw it on, then ran down the stairs, and out the open door. "What the hell?!" She wondered what was going on.
"Eighteen, help me, please!" Krillin yelled as Nineteen had chased him up a tree, and was now barking at him wildly, while Seventeen had crept back outside and was now attempting to climb the tree and poke Krillin with the barbecue tongs he'd discovered in the kitchen.
"Seventeen, get the hell away from him!" Eighteen yelled at her twin while pushing Nineteen towards Sixteen, who was the only one strong enough to control the young teen. Seventeen tossed the tongs aside, and sighed. "Alright, then. But will you let me walk to school with you?" He asked.
"No!" Eighteen yelled.
"Please?!" Seventeen begged.
"It's fine with me, as long as he doesn't try anything weird like that again," Krillin said.
"Okay, okay, but keep your sanity, eh?!" Eighteen directed.
"Yay!" Seventeen threw his arms around Krillin, thus knocking him over. Krillin let out a muffled cry from under the bigger boy, and Eighteen pushed him off. "Sorry," she said as she helped Krillin up.
"Let's just get to school in one piece," Krillin suggested.
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I love this chapter, I was laughing my head off as I imagined some of this stuff! I am strange, huh? Well, that's okay. It boosts my funny factor(meaning people laugh really hard when they read my fictions)! Hm...y'know, I am thinking I should have the six we are focusing on in this fic all end up in the same class somehow, or get them snowed in at Morutaka High in December(storywise), huh? What do you think--would you rather see them A) In the same class for the rest of the year, or B) Snowed in for all of Christmas Holidays?
--Kai
By Pikachu Hunter
Chapter Seven: Eighteen's House
--Eighteen's House, Seven AM....--
Bleep, bleep, bleep, bleep, bleep, bleep--thud.
Eighteen's hand came down on the irritating alarm clock seconds after it went off and began the annoying chorus of the same sound, repeated until slammed like so. "Damn it," Eighteen grumbled, seeing she could spare no time. There were things to get done before Krillin picked her up to walk to school. Things she would not sacrifice, not even for a little sleep.
Walking down the hall, and into the bathroom, she squeezed some toothpaste onto a neon green brush, and shoved the object into her mouth, scrubbing it all clean with what she'd seen commercials for every ten minutes while watching her favorite program the other day. "Brush with COLGATE TOTAL!" The advertisement had said. So here was Eighteen, doing as she had been told, brushing with 'COLGATE TOTAL.' She rolled her eyes at the thought of the full- grown man in a large toothbrush suit. She bought the toothpaste because the guy on the commercial probably had three kids and a wife to support, and his only job being toothpaste advertisement. She felt sorry for him.
"Eighteen, breakfast!" Someone called up the stairs to her.
"Coming!" Eighteen set down the hairbrush she'd used after completing brushing her teeth, and rushed downstairs to grab some food before--too late. "Hey, back off, Seventeen, this is MY bowl!" The blonde shoved the boy, who's claiming hand had come down upon the bowl, seizing it as Eighteen reached for it.
"No way, Eighteen, this is MINE!" Seventeen smirked, and sat at the table with the stolen prize.
"Do you two have to fight about everything?" The eldest sibling, Sixteen, entered the room, with the youngest of four, Nineteen, just behind him. "It's childish," fourteen-year-old Nineteen commented.
"He started it!" Eighteen pointed at Seventeen.
"No, she did!" Seventeen accused. "I had the bowl first!"
"You're the stupidest twin brother I've ever had, you know that?!"
"You're the stupidest twin brother I've ever had, you know that!?" Seventeen mimicked Eighteen. The comments had been quite pointless, since Seventeen was the only twin brother she had. Eighteen clenched her fists. "I don't have time for this!" She yelled.
"I don't have time for this!" Echoed Seventeen.
"Augh!"
"Augh!"
"Stop it!"
"Stop it!"
Eighteen was going to blow a fuse soon if Seventeen didn't cut it out soon. In the heat of the battle, Eighteen seized a bowl of cereal from Nineteen's hands and dumped it on Seventeen's head. Nineteen and Seventeen both started to whine, one over his favorite bandanna being ruined, and the other over his breakfast being unjustly misused. Eighteen was about to punch her brother in the stomach, when Sixteen grabbed her fist. "You're being foolish, Eighteen." He said in his low voice. Eighteen sighed. "You're right...I have to be ready for when Krillin comes, anyways." She said, walking out of the room. Seventeen, despite his milk and Cheerio covered clothing, followed Eighteen up the stairs, where she slammed the door on his face. "Who's Krillin, huh?" Seventeen asked through the door as Eighteen changed into clothes for school.
"None of your business, Seventeen!" Eighteen yelled, throwing multiple shirts on the floor. There was nothing to wear! What was she going to do?
Seventeen gave a loud, evil laugh. "I'll find out, y'know, Eighteen! We're in the same class! I will know everything about you! Ahahahaha!" He outstretched his fingers in a villainous manner.
"Shut it, Seventeen! And when Krillin comes, you WON'T walk to school with us!"
"Oh, so this 'Krillin' is walking you to school?"
"Problem with that?!"
"Is he your BOYFRIEND?" Seventeen snickered.
"No!" Eighteen screamed.
"Oh...okay, then!" Seventeen ran across the hall into his own room, where he planned to screw up Eighteen's first year of high school, and boost his own social status by becoming king of their homeroom after embarrassing her.
--Ten minutes later...--
"Eighteen, someone's at the door for you!" Sixteen shouted up the stairs. Krillin shook nervously as the tall boy looked down at he who was not very tall. "Eighteen'll be down in a minute. Are you a friend from school?" Sixteen asked.
"Y-yeah..." Krillin could have sworn that, even though he could feel the handle in his fingers, his little lunchbox had fallen onto the porch, cracked open, and ants were carrying away the contents to their queen.
"Hey, squirt, whatcha doin' here?" Nineteen burst out onto the porch and obnoxiously came face-to-face with Krillin, only inches away from the other boy's face. Sixteen pulled Nineteen back to a more comfortable distance, and looked apologetically at Krillin. "I'm sorry. How rude of him. We should introduce ourselves." Sixteen jabbed Nineteen to calm down. "I'm Nineteen!" The boy yelled, as if Krillin couldn't hear him.
"And I am Sixteen. I'm the oldest. Nineteen is only in the eighth grade, he's still prone to overexcitement. Please excuse him." The red-haired boy said, restraining Nineteen, who appeared to have a desire for obtaining Krillin's lunchbox, which was not being invaded by ants.
"I-I'm Krillin...I didn't know Eighteen had brothers."
"Three of 'em!" Nineteen shouted.
"Three?" Krillin gaped. How did she manage to look so sane when Krillin could barely handle living with Yamcha and Master Roshi?!
"Yes. Eighteen is second youngest."
"Who's the other brother? I mean, there's only two of you here, and you said there were--"
"SEVENTEEN!" Sixteen yelled, as a dark-haired boy ran from the house with a bag on his shoulders. Krillin swore he'd seen that kid before--was he in his class? Seventeen had, on the end of a broomstick, a girl's undergarments.
"SEVENTEEN!" Eighteen put her head out the window and yelled at her brother. Are they... twins? Krillin wondered. Eighteen continued to yell at her brother, who danced and waved the pole about.
"That's it!" Sixteen strode after the other boy, and grabbed the broom from Seventeen. The taller boy gave a light smack to the head of Seventeen, and yelled. "Get in the house! Now, Seventeen! This is an inappropriate use of the broom, and an embarrassment to Eighteen!" Sixteen shoved the boy indoors, and threw the pole to the side. He walked up the stairs with the undergarments in hand, meaning to return them to his sister.
"Is Krillin here...?" Eighteen asked as Sixteen pushed the items under the door one at a time.
"He's at the door, waiting for you." Sixteen said.
"Oh, shit." Eighteen groaned. She chose a shirt and threw it on, then ran down the stairs, and out the open door. "What the hell?!" She wondered what was going on.
"Eighteen, help me, please!" Krillin yelled as Nineteen had chased him up a tree, and was now barking at him wildly, while Seventeen had crept back outside and was now attempting to climb the tree and poke Krillin with the barbecue tongs he'd discovered in the kitchen.
"Seventeen, get the hell away from him!" Eighteen yelled at her twin while pushing Nineteen towards Sixteen, who was the only one strong enough to control the young teen. Seventeen tossed the tongs aside, and sighed. "Alright, then. But will you let me walk to school with you?" He asked.
"No!" Eighteen yelled.
"Please?!" Seventeen begged.
"It's fine with me, as long as he doesn't try anything weird like that again," Krillin said.
"Okay, okay, but keep your sanity, eh?!" Eighteen directed.
"Yay!" Seventeen threw his arms around Krillin, thus knocking him over. Krillin let out a muffled cry from under the bigger boy, and Eighteen pushed him off. "Sorry," she said as she helped Krillin up.
"Let's just get to school in one piece," Krillin suggested.
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I love this chapter, I was laughing my head off as I imagined some of this stuff! I am strange, huh? Well, that's okay. It boosts my funny factor(meaning people laugh really hard when they read my fictions)! Hm...y'know, I am thinking I should have the six we are focusing on in this fic all end up in the same class somehow, or get them snowed in at Morutaka High in December(storywise), huh? What do you think--would you rather see them A) In the same class for the rest of the year, or B) Snowed in for all of Christmas Holidays?
--Kai