I whacked my alarm clock to turn it off. Today was the first day of school.
Goku and me have made up, and we even have Biology and Spanish together. I
decided that I don't wanna be Bulma's friend if she really hates me behind
my back. It's not worth it. No, she doesn't know that I know, but who
cares?
I groaned and stretched. '5:30 is too early to wake up.' I thought. I grabbed the towel off my fan and went into the shower.
Author's Note: Since I'm not a pervert, I'm not gonna go into the shower scene. Thank you! ^_^*
I found myself taking my blue jeans and red t-shirt out of the closet 15 minutes later. I threw them on without hesitation. I honestly didn't care what I looked like.
I thumped down the stairs pouting on every one. Breakfast was already sitting out on the table. Scrambled eggs, Bacon, and a huge stack of Pancakes were waiting for me.
'I'm gonna get fat.' I thought shoving my mouth with food.
I flipped through my Spanish book and reviewed the words that leaked out of my head over the hectic summer.
My father walked in and greeted me. "Good morning! Go comb your hair and brush your teeth, then you have to walk to the bus stop okay?"
I let out whine and went to the bathroom. I put my hair into braided pigtails again for lack of anything else crossing my mind. I stuck the toothbrush in my mouth and thought.
Should I let Bulma know that I know? What should I do about Maron? She's still my friend, but I feel betrayed that she didn't tell me.
"Ouch!" I screamed. I gritted my teeth. I was brushing my teeth so hard, my gums started to bleed. I threw my toothbrush into the sink and put my face in my hands.
My eyes were burning. "Why am I so upset?" I cried.
The first hour bell rang. Ah Spanish class, my favorite class ever. My teacher got pregnant with twin boys last spring and she had gotten pretty big over the summer.
"Hola Chi-Chi. Como estas?" Senora Herzberg, my Spanish teacher asked me.
"Ah bueno! Y usted?" I responded.
"Muy excitado!" She gushed.
"Porque de bebes?" I asked.
"Si." She nodded. We both laughed.
I took a seat next to Goku and flashed a smile at him.
"Welcome back you guys!" Senora Herzberg said to all of us. "I'll only see you guys for 5 more weeks, I have to go on maternity leave for these guys," She patted her middle. She then clapped her hands together. "Okay! Let's start our first lesson!"
I couldn't believe how much I had forgotten. The whole time Goku and I asked each other what she was saying.
Second hour. Algebra. Hatred. Stupidity. What do these things have in common? They all have to do with mathematics. I hate Algebra. I know NOTHING about it. Looks like I'm screwed for life. My teacher's name is Ms. Brian. She's cheerful, with bouncy hair, and clear blue eyes. 'She reminds me of my mom from when she was still alive.' I thought and sighed heavily.
Third and fourth hour. Honors History and Language Arts rolled into one. My teacher here is named Ms. Sheeran. She's serious, but can have a good sense of humor without even realizing it. She has sandy hair, and blue eyes. Not quite as clear as Ms. Brian's, but still pretty.
Fifth Hour. Theater II. Mrs. Roerich is short, and kinda chubby, but she's so cute! I know already that I'll pass this class with flying colors. I'm a natural born actress. That's what she said at least.
Lunch. I sat next to Goku and we chatted like best friends. I think that's what we've become!
Sixth hour. Honors Biology. Dr. Fidler. The only male teacher I have, and he is AWESOME. He's in his 70's, but acts like a 16 year old! He's so nice and isn't irrational.
Study Hall. I'm not even gonna go there. Study hall is worse than Algebra.
Maybe this year won't be so bad after all.
Author's Note: Yeah, this is my school life and everything. This chapter SUCKS if you haven't noticed. More Goku/Chi-Chi in the next chapter. I PROMISE.
Pan-Chan
I groaned and stretched. '5:30 is too early to wake up.' I thought. I grabbed the towel off my fan and went into the shower.
Author's Note: Since I'm not a pervert, I'm not gonna go into the shower scene. Thank you! ^_^*
I found myself taking my blue jeans and red t-shirt out of the closet 15 minutes later. I threw them on without hesitation. I honestly didn't care what I looked like.
I thumped down the stairs pouting on every one. Breakfast was already sitting out on the table. Scrambled eggs, Bacon, and a huge stack of Pancakes were waiting for me.
'I'm gonna get fat.' I thought shoving my mouth with food.
I flipped through my Spanish book and reviewed the words that leaked out of my head over the hectic summer.
My father walked in and greeted me. "Good morning! Go comb your hair and brush your teeth, then you have to walk to the bus stop okay?"
I let out whine and went to the bathroom. I put my hair into braided pigtails again for lack of anything else crossing my mind. I stuck the toothbrush in my mouth and thought.
Should I let Bulma know that I know? What should I do about Maron? She's still my friend, but I feel betrayed that she didn't tell me.
"Ouch!" I screamed. I gritted my teeth. I was brushing my teeth so hard, my gums started to bleed. I threw my toothbrush into the sink and put my face in my hands.
My eyes were burning. "Why am I so upset?" I cried.
The first hour bell rang. Ah Spanish class, my favorite class ever. My teacher got pregnant with twin boys last spring and she had gotten pretty big over the summer.
"Hola Chi-Chi. Como estas?" Senora Herzberg, my Spanish teacher asked me.
"Ah bueno! Y usted?" I responded.
"Muy excitado!" She gushed.
"Porque de bebes?" I asked.
"Si." She nodded. We both laughed.
I took a seat next to Goku and flashed a smile at him.
"Welcome back you guys!" Senora Herzberg said to all of us. "I'll only see you guys for 5 more weeks, I have to go on maternity leave for these guys," She patted her middle. She then clapped her hands together. "Okay! Let's start our first lesson!"
I couldn't believe how much I had forgotten. The whole time Goku and I asked each other what she was saying.
Second hour. Algebra. Hatred. Stupidity. What do these things have in common? They all have to do with mathematics. I hate Algebra. I know NOTHING about it. Looks like I'm screwed for life. My teacher's name is Ms. Brian. She's cheerful, with bouncy hair, and clear blue eyes. 'She reminds me of my mom from when she was still alive.' I thought and sighed heavily.
Third and fourth hour. Honors History and Language Arts rolled into one. My teacher here is named Ms. Sheeran. She's serious, but can have a good sense of humor without even realizing it. She has sandy hair, and blue eyes. Not quite as clear as Ms. Brian's, but still pretty.
Fifth Hour. Theater II. Mrs. Roerich is short, and kinda chubby, but she's so cute! I know already that I'll pass this class with flying colors. I'm a natural born actress. That's what she said at least.
Lunch. I sat next to Goku and we chatted like best friends. I think that's what we've become!
Sixth hour. Honors Biology. Dr. Fidler. The only male teacher I have, and he is AWESOME. He's in his 70's, but acts like a 16 year old! He's so nice and isn't irrational.
Study Hall. I'm not even gonna go there. Study hall is worse than Algebra.
Maybe this year won't be so bad after all.
Author's Note: Yeah, this is my school life and everything. This chapter SUCKS if you haven't noticed. More Goku/Chi-Chi in the next chapter. I PROMISE.
Pan-Chan