I got to play golf with my dad and little brothers today. It didn't suck as
badly as I thought it would. Here we go, chapter 1.
Pan Son: 21 ½
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I've been running. US, China, Egypt, and Russia. They haven't caught up with me yet, since I changed my name at least 4 times. Now I have retired to a good size apartment in Tokyo, Japan.
"Ma'am, that will be $1.57 please." I handed booth boy the money and gathered the half melted ice cream cone in my hands.
"Thank you." Lunch break was almost over, so I headed back to Tsunami Dojo where I'm working. Most of the students are male, and I try hard to ignore all their staring. It ticks me off.
"Okay, with your knees bent, kick low, and sweep so that your opponent will trip. This move isn't used too often, but it is most effective when the other person is in mid- punch." My students nodded, and I paired them off into groups of two to practice. I must admit, I'm quite proud of them. They've only been taking lessons for a good 2 months.
"Here, Magomi, try positioning yourself a little lower to the ground so it will be easier," I advised one of the only females in the group. She tried this, and easily swept her partner's feet from beneath him. It was a good thing they had mats to fall on. "Very nice. You're doing well."
Magomi grinned at me. "Thank you." I sent her a tiny smile, surprising myself. I hadn't smiled much in the past 6 years.
The last session ended at around 6:30. Everyone had left, leaving me to close up. I took a 20-minute shower and changed into a clean pair of sweats and a wife beater. Sighing, I ran a hand through my waist- length hair, and gathered my things to leave.
*Beep, beep! * I used a remote control to unlock the door to my brand new SUV (A/N- I love that car. ^-^). It had a sleek silver exterior and cool leather seats. I got in and started the engine. It emitted a soft purring noise as I raced home at 50 mph.
I neared the next turn close to my apartment. I had just rounded a corner when a speedy sports car crashed into the right side of my baby. The airbags went off, muffling my high-pitched scream. A man jumped out of his car and ran to me. He opened my door pulled me out. "Are you okay? I'm so sorry!"
I was to shocked. This was my brand new car that I just got enough money to pay for. He was sorry. I was MAD.
"Am I okay?! NO, I'm NOT OKAY!!" I raised my fist to punch the crap out of him. It connected with his jaw, but the weirdo didn't even move. He just pulled my hand off his face. I then noticed how handsome he was. Then my eyes caught sight of his hair. It was a light lavender color and spilled over his forehead. His eyes were an icy blue, and then his identity took the worst time to sink in: Trunks Brief. I had just punched Trunks Brief, President of the most famous company in the world.
"Look, I know you're upset, and I give you my deepest apologies." He let go of my hand, which I just noticed he had been holding. "I'll buy you a new car. Tell me your name."
I stared at him. What should I tell him? I wasn't sure to say Imotoe Tsunami or my true identity. "Pan Son."
"Okay, Pan, come with me." I obeyed, and after grabbing my purse, I followed Trunks to his car. He reported the accident, and gave me a lift to my apartment. In his ride, I tried not to touch anything for fear of it getting a scratch. This involved sitting as still as possible.
"Hey, are you alright?" Trunks inquired. I nervously twiddled my thumbs. How could he forgive me so easily? The accident was partly my fault since I wasn't totally paying attention to the road either. Then there was also the fact that I had tried to do a number to his face. He remained totally unscathed.
"Yes." I let my curtain of hair frame my face. Trunks used one hand to tuck some behind my ear. I stiffened when his hand brushed my cheek. I was glad it was dark so he couldn't see how uncomfortable I was. Somehow, Trunks sensed this, and out his hand back on the wheel.
"Do I turn left at the next light?"
"Yes, I'm at Souchi Apartments. There, on the right side of this next street." Trunks turned and let me out at the curb. One half of me wanted to thank him while the other half wanted to beat his pretty little face in.
"Thank you," I squeaked. Trunks smirked.
"Any time. Come to my house tomorrow. Here." He handed me a piece of paper and rolled up his window. I turned to walk through the entrance to my apartment building. In the elevator, I unfolded the note. His cell phone number?
"Excuse me, miss." A middle-aged woman steered an elderly man in wheelchair into the stopped elevator. I moved to the side and stuffed the paper into my back pocket. The door opened at the 7th floor, and I walked to my room. After fumbling with the keys, I managed to get the door unlocked. Everything was so orderly inside that I marveled at how much of a neat freak I was. My eyes grew heavy. I let out a huge yawn even though the clock on my stove said 7: 43.
"Note to self: go to sleep by 11." I ended up crashing out at 8.
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Go Pan! If somebody ruined my car, it would turn into a world- wide problem when I go on a rampage. ;) I'm debating on whether to write this whole story in Pan's POV. Somebody help me. This is hard to write... I'm on a roll, though. :P Um, oh yeah, REVIEW!!!!
-Ja ne!!
Pan Son: 21 ½
~*~*~
I've been running. US, China, Egypt, and Russia. They haven't caught up with me yet, since I changed my name at least 4 times. Now I have retired to a good size apartment in Tokyo, Japan.
"Ma'am, that will be $1.57 please." I handed booth boy the money and gathered the half melted ice cream cone in my hands.
"Thank you." Lunch break was almost over, so I headed back to Tsunami Dojo where I'm working. Most of the students are male, and I try hard to ignore all their staring. It ticks me off.
"Okay, with your knees bent, kick low, and sweep so that your opponent will trip. This move isn't used too often, but it is most effective when the other person is in mid- punch." My students nodded, and I paired them off into groups of two to practice. I must admit, I'm quite proud of them. They've only been taking lessons for a good 2 months.
"Here, Magomi, try positioning yourself a little lower to the ground so it will be easier," I advised one of the only females in the group. She tried this, and easily swept her partner's feet from beneath him. It was a good thing they had mats to fall on. "Very nice. You're doing well."
Magomi grinned at me. "Thank you." I sent her a tiny smile, surprising myself. I hadn't smiled much in the past 6 years.
The last session ended at around 6:30. Everyone had left, leaving me to close up. I took a 20-minute shower and changed into a clean pair of sweats and a wife beater. Sighing, I ran a hand through my waist- length hair, and gathered my things to leave.
*Beep, beep! * I used a remote control to unlock the door to my brand new SUV (A/N- I love that car. ^-^). It had a sleek silver exterior and cool leather seats. I got in and started the engine. It emitted a soft purring noise as I raced home at 50 mph.
I neared the next turn close to my apartment. I had just rounded a corner when a speedy sports car crashed into the right side of my baby. The airbags went off, muffling my high-pitched scream. A man jumped out of his car and ran to me. He opened my door pulled me out. "Are you okay? I'm so sorry!"
I was to shocked. This was my brand new car that I just got enough money to pay for. He was sorry. I was MAD.
"Am I okay?! NO, I'm NOT OKAY!!" I raised my fist to punch the crap out of him. It connected with his jaw, but the weirdo didn't even move. He just pulled my hand off his face. I then noticed how handsome he was. Then my eyes caught sight of his hair. It was a light lavender color and spilled over his forehead. His eyes were an icy blue, and then his identity took the worst time to sink in: Trunks Brief. I had just punched Trunks Brief, President of the most famous company in the world.
"Look, I know you're upset, and I give you my deepest apologies." He let go of my hand, which I just noticed he had been holding. "I'll buy you a new car. Tell me your name."
I stared at him. What should I tell him? I wasn't sure to say Imotoe Tsunami or my true identity. "Pan Son."
"Okay, Pan, come with me." I obeyed, and after grabbing my purse, I followed Trunks to his car. He reported the accident, and gave me a lift to my apartment. In his ride, I tried not to touch anything for fear of it getting a scratch. This involved sitting as still as possible.
"Hey, are you alright?" Trunks inquired. I nervously twiddled my thumbs. How could he forgive me so easily? The accident was partly my fault since I wasn't totally paying attention to the road either. Then there was also the fact that I had tried to do a number to his face. He remained totally unscathed.
"Yes." I let my curtain of hair frame my face. Trunks used one hand to tuck some behind my ear. I stiffened when his hand brushed my cheek. I was glad it was dark so he couldn't see how uncomfortable I was. Somehow, Trunks sensed this, and out his hand back on the wheel.
"Do I turn left at the next light?"
"Yes, I'm at Souchi Apartments. There, on the right side of this next street." Trunks turned and let me out at the curb. One half of me wanted to thank him while the other half wanted to beat his pretty little face in.
"Thank you," I squeaked. Trunks smirked.
"Any time. Come to my house tomorrow. Here." He handed me a piece of paper and rolled up his window. I turned to walk through the entrance to my apartment building. In the elevator, I unfolded the note. His cell phone number?
"Excuse me, miss." A middle-aged woman steered an elderly man in wheelchair into the stopped elevator. I moved to the side and stuffed the paper into my back pocket. The door opened at the 7th floor, and I walked to my room. After fumbling with the keys, I managed to get the door unlocked. Everything was so orderly inside that I marveled at how much of a neat freak I was. My eyes grew heavy. I let out a huge yawn even though the clock on my stove said 7: 43.
"Note to self: go to sleep by 11." I ended up crashing out at 8.
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Go Pan! If somebody ruined my car, it would turn into a world- wide problem when I go on a rampage. ;) I'm debating on whether to write this whole story in Pan's POV. Somebody help me. This is hard to write... I'm on a roll, though. :P Um, oh yeah, REVIEW!!!!
-Ja ne!!