Chapter 3: Getting Out
Disclaimer: Honey, if I owned DBZ, I'd at least have my own computer.
The light burst through the windows at six in the morning, long before most of the tenants wanted to get up. So every morning usually sounded like this:
"Geeze, where's blinds when you need them?"
"Too bright.."
"Ahhhh!"
"Hey! You! Yea! You! Get us some blinds or something, you hear?"
"Morning already? Geeze, when did I get to bed?"
"Ah!"
"Shimatta."
"Son of a-"
"SHUT-UP ALREADY!"
And to all's surprise, B, who was usually grumbling along with them, was up and packing.
She shoved her few belongings into an old graying black duffel bag, and zipped it up.
"Hey, B, how come you already up and everyone's still moan'n?" the teenage boy in the cell next to hers asked as he sat up rubbing his eyes with the thin blanket covering the rest of his body still.
"What can I say," she said, "I'm kind of excited to get out."
Now with his eyes fully open, the boy smiled at her. "Hey, I'll see you there in three months."
She smiled back. "I'll look you up, Mark."
He nodded and yawned, stretching his arms above his head. B laughed at his face; his mouth all stretched out and his arms at odd angles.
Mark was the joy rider, and was being released in three months, which was when he two years was up. He had scraggly brown hair that covered his eyebrows and would probably cover part of his light-green eyes in another week or so. It flipped out and curled naturally, and gave him the look of a skater-boy. His hands and wrists were bony and his knuckles hard; the hands of someone strong. The rest of him was flat and pretty tan since he always took off his shirt out in the yard during the day and fought with the rest of the guys. Needless to say, he was amazingly cute for a boy from Ju-V. He had been one of B's best friends during her two years; he had come three months before her, and had helped her learn how to get around.
"Write, okay? I hardly remember what its like outside these cinder blocks." Mark said, smiling again and scratching the back of his curly brown head.
"I will." B replied, and nodded earnestly. She had already written down his cell number, quarter number, and address of the Ju-V center just for the purpose. (To write to tenants in any kind of crime facility, you needed the numbers of their cell, quarter, and the name of that tenant to write them. Sometimes, it also requires their prisoner number; the number on the back of the tenant's shirts.)
The bell rang and echoed around the cells for breakfast, and the doors automatically opened. The tenants walked out of their cells forming a small moving crowd, supervised by guards. B dropped her duffel bag, and moved into the crowd next to Mark.
The cafeteria was bursting at the seams with quarter one tenants (B and Mark's quarter), as they all bustled about to dump used trays, find places to sit, and did everything else from throwing around a football to tossing apple sauce at each other.
B and Mark sat side by side, talking and eating their breakfast of cafeteria-style eggs, pancakes, bacon, and rolls.
The cafeteria had blue-and-white tiled floors and white cinder block walls and ceiling. You went through the lines like at school, except you didn't have to pay, and the workers that served you were as greasy as the ones at school. The only thing difference was how messy, dirty and grimy it was.
B laughed as Mark messed around with his eggs, as if they were real aliens or something.
"You know, B, someday these eggs are going to rise up and take over the world." He said with a sincere voice, but B could see the twinkle in his unusually colored mint-green eyes. His eyes were one of the things that interested B the most; his eyes were real, not contacts, yet he had these mint-green eyes, like the color of mint-chocolate ice cream.
She smiled, and said, playing along, "Oh, yea, and the first thing they'll do is take over Ju-V, right?"
"Yea. And they'll hire us for edible meals to help them." He added, "But once we realize their horrible intentions, we'll sacrifice our taste buds and eat them for the good of the world!" Then he took one, and ate it as if he was on Fear Factor and chewing up a worm. B laughed and elbowed her friend.
The speakers on the walls screeched in warning, and everything grew silent, and movement stopped.
"Can we have B, to the cafeteria doors, B." boomed the voice, and B looked sadly over at Mark.
They hugged, and Mark patted her back.
"It's gonna get awful lonely around this cinder-dump without ya, B."
"I'll miss you too, Mark."
Then, with one last sorrowful look, B got up and left to the sound of the other boys at the table 'ooo'ing at Mark's show of affection. Truth be told, the two were only best friend, not item material.
"Shut-up, guys." he said, and then looked back at his leaving friend, as she walked to the two officers, who took hold of her arms, and led her out of the cafeteria.
From there, B was shoved onto a flight to Japan, and then put on a two-hour subway ride. She arrived at the Briefs at two in the morning, and was quickly put in her new room without too many introductions. Of course, that was also the night that she found out about the requirement her social worker had never told her about to get adopted by the Briefs:
"I have to be called BULMA?"
"Well, yes, dear. B is simply a nickname type, and it's so boyish. And since no one knows your real name, we decided to name you in honor of your adoption. Didn't your social worker tell you?"
"Obviously not." She grumbled, and then thought, 'in honor of my adoption?
Geeze, what kind of twisted world did they live in?'
_____________________________ Hi! Well, there's chapter 3- not much, I know-hope it was better than before, and faster (got ya STJA). Review, please! Much Love,
IHearVoices
Disclaimer: Honey, if I owned DBZ, I'd at least have my own computer.
The light burst through the windows at six in the morning, long before most of the tenants wanted to get up. So every morning usually sounded like this:
"Geeze, where's blinds when you need them?"
"Too bright.."
"Ahhhh!"
"Hey! You! Yea! You! Get us some blinds or something, you hear?"
"Morning already? Geeze, when did I get to bed?"
"Ah!"
"Shimatta."
"Son of a-"
"SHUT-UP ALREADY!"
And to all's surprise, B, who was usually grumbling along with them, was up and packing.
She shoved her few belongings into an old graying black duffel bag, and zipped it up.
"Hey, B, how come you already up and everyone's still moan'n?" the teenage boy in the cell next to hers asked as he sat up rubbing his eyes with the thin blanket covering the rest of his body still.
"What can I say," she said, "I'm kind of excited to get out."
Now with his eyes fully open, the boy smiled at her. "Hey, I'll see you there in three months."
She smiled back. "I'll look you up, Mark."
He nodded and yawned, stretching his arms above his head. B laughed at his face; his mouth all stretched out and his arms at odd angles.
Mark was the joy rider, and was being released in three months, which was when he two years was up. He had scraggly brown hair that covered his eyebrows and would probably cover part of his light-green eyes in another week or so. It flipped out and curled naturally, and gave him the look of a skater-boy. His hands and wrists were bony and his knuckles hard; the hands of someone strong. The rest of him was flat and pretty tan since he always took off his shirt out in the yard during the day and fought with the rest of the guys. Needless to say, he was amazingly cute for a boy from Ju-V. He had been one of B's best friends during her two years; he had come three months before her, and had helped her learn how to get around.
"Write, okay? I hardly remember what its like outside these cinder blocks." Mark said, smiling again and scratching the back of his curly brown head.
"I will." B replied, and nodded earnestly. She had already written down his cell number, quarter number, and address of the Ju-V center just for the purpose. (To write to tenants in any kind of crime facility, you needed the numbers of their cell, quarter, and the name of that tenant to write them. Sometimes, it also requires their prisoner number; the number on the back of the tenant's shirts.)
The bell rang and echoed around the cells for breakfast, and the doors automatically opened. The tenants walked out of their cells forming a small moving crowd, supervised by guards. B dropped her duffel bag, and moved into the crowd next to Mark.
The cafeteria was bursting at the seams with quarter one tenants (B and Mark's quarter), as they all bustled about to dump used trays, find places to sit, and did everything else from throwing around a football to tossing apple sauce at each other.
B and Mark sat side by side, talking and eating their breakfast of cafeteria-style eggs, pancakes, bacon, and rolls.
The cafeteria had blue-and-white tiled floors and white cinder block walls and ceiling. You went through the lines like at school, except you didn't have to pay, and the workers that served you were as greasy as the ones at school. The only thing difference was how messy, dirty and grimy it was.
B laughed as Mark messed around with his eggs, as if they were real aliens or something.
"You know, B, someday these eggs are going to rise up and take over the world." He said with a sincere voice, but B could see the twinkle in his unusually colored mint-green eyes. His eyes were one of the things that interested B the most; his eyes were real, not contacts, yet he had these mint-green eyes, like the color of mint-chocolate ice cream.
She smiled, and said, playing along, "Oh, yea, and the first thing they'll do is take over Ju-V, right?"
"Yea. And they'll hire us for edible meals to help them." He added, "But once we realize their horrible intentions, we'll sacrifice our taste buds and eat them for the good of the world!" Then he took one, and ate it as if he was on Fear Factor and chewing up a worm. B laughed and elbowed her friend.
The speakers on the walls screeched in warning, and everything grew silent, and movement stopped.
"Can we have B, to the cafeteria doors, B." boomed the voice, and B looked sadly over at Mark.
They hugged, and Mark patted her back.
"It's gonna get awful lonely around this cinder-dump without ya, B."
"I'll miss you too, Mark."
Then, with one last sorrowful look, B got up and left to the sound of the other boys at the table 'ooo'ing at Mark's show of affection. Truth be told, the two were only best friend, not item material.
"Shut-up, guys." he said, and then looked back at his leaving friend, as she walked to the two officers, who took hold of her arms, and led her out of the cafeteria.
From there, B was shoved onto a flight to Japan, and then put on a two-hour subway ride. She arrived at the Briefs at two in the morning, and was quickly put in her new room without too many introductions. Of course, that was also the night that she found out about the requirement her social worker had never told her about to get adopted by the Briefs:
"I have to be called BULMA?"
"Well, yes, dear. B is simply a nickname type, and it's so boyish. And since no one knows your real name, we decided to name you in honor of your adoption. Didn't your social worker tell you?"
"Obviously not." She grumbled, and then thought, 'in honor of my adoption?
Geeze, what kind of twisted world did they live in?'
_____________________________ Hi! Well, there's chapter 3- not much, I know-hope it was better than before, and faster (got ya STJA). Review, please! Much Love,
IHearVoices
