I walked into Biology with my usual snack bag of pretzels
I dropped off my books before lunch started and I saw a note on my black notebook. I picked it up, unfolded it, and began reading it.
Hey, Marron told me that you don't hate her anymore. That's great. She's hoping that you guys can become good friends again.
Man, Vegeta and I were sparring yesterday and I gave him a black eye and he was kind enough to give me a bruise the size of a large potato on my arm. I'm gonna kill the little bastard.
This is really hard me to ask. Well you know that the homecoming dance is this Saturday.I'd be privileged if you'd go with me. Talk to me later. Bye.
Goku
I looked over to the corner that Goku was standing in. He had the class pet iguana, Gizo, in his hands. I walked over to him. He was trying to sustain his breathing, but he was taking deep and almost panicked breaths.
I put my hand into his. "I'd love to go with you." I said squeezing tightly.
He looked at me with twinkling eyes. "Are you serious?" He asked me.
I nodded and kissed him on the cheek. "When will you pick me up?"
"Seven," he said grinning. Without warning, he grabbed me around the waist and spun me around once. "This is so awesome! Thank you!" He put me down and hugged me.
We stayed in each other's arms.until Mr. Fidler came in.
Saturday came slowly, even though it was only a three-day waiting period. My alarm clock buzzed. Noon. I had a hair appointment in an hour. I ran into the shower and washed my hair.
I threw on a green long sleeve shirt and jeans, not bothering to dry my hair, considering they were just going to wet it down anyway.
I arrived at the mall right on time and they took me in right away.
"Hello. My name is Chloe." said my hairstylist. She had an Australian accent and pink, spiky hair. Oh shit.
"Hi. What would you like to do with my hair?" I asked nervously.
She laughed sensing the panic in my voice. "Don't worry. I was sleeping and my friends cut it and dyed it pink. I've got no plans for that with your gorgeous hair. Now relax. You're in great hands."
She spun the chair away from the mirror so I couldn't see. She dampened my hair a bit in places that it had begun to dry and began her work.
Curlers, hair dryers, hair spray, combs, brushes, scissors, bobby pins, and everything else came out of the drawers and put into my hair.
"Oookay. Done! Oh!" She cooed. "You're GORGEOUS!" She spun the chair around and I gasped.
My hair was shiny and in ringlets. A little of my front hair was pulled loosely back into bobby pins at the side of my head.
"It's.wonderful." I said. "I'm afraid to touch it."
She laughed and put her hands on her hips. "It's in there good. Trust me. And it'll stay shiny until you wash it."
"Thank you!" I glowed.
"You're welcome. You'll make your man VERY happy." She said.
I paid for my appointment and went across the hall to a manicure appointment. This time I had to wait for about 5 minutes. They called me back and I gagged at who I saw.
Ryoka was getting her nails done with her wooden crutches by her side. Bright red dragon lady nails at least 5 inches long. What a whore.
Unlike all the manicurists I've had before, this one actually talked with me, and not with the other manicurists.
"So who are you going with?" She asked me. "And how did he ask you?"
I smiled. "His name is Goku Son," I said speaking so that Ryoka could hear me. "And he is the love of my life. He sent me a note because he was shy, but he picked me up and twirled me around when I said yes."
She smiled. "How cute! He's a keeper, that one."
Ryoka scoffed. "Whatever!"
"Oh well hello Ryoka! What's going on?" I asked friendly, but shooting her head in my mind.
"I'm going to the dance with Vegeta." She sneered.
"How nice!" I said smiling.
Gag me.
As soon as my nails were covered in plastic and painted bright silver, I bolted out the door. I couldn't stand her anymore.
All I had left to do was pick up my dress. I had to get it altered. I went into Evening's Bridal and picked it up. It's silver silk, with spaghetti straps and goes down to my ankles.
I went out to my car, got in and drove away.
Author's Note: Yeah, the ending is LAME, but that was how it went with me. Anyway. I'll talk to ya later. I LOVE YOU ALL!
Pan-Chan
I dropped off my books before lunch started and I saw a note on my black notebook. I picked it up, unfolded it, and began reading it.
Hey, Marron told me that you don't hate her anymore. That's great. She's hoping that you guys can become good friends again.
Man, Vegeta and I were sparring yesterday and I gave him a black eye and he was kind enough to give me a bruise the size of a large potato on my arm. I'm gonna kill the little bastard.
This is really hard me to ask. Well you know that the homecoming dance is this Saturday.I'd be privileged if you'd go with me. Talk to me later. Bye.
Goku
I looked over to the corner that Goku was standing in. He had the class pet iguana, Gizo, in his hands. I walked over to him. He was trying to sustain his breathing, but he was taking deep and almost panicked breaths.
I put my hand into his. "I'd love to go with you." I said squeezing tightly.
He looked at me with twinkling eyes. "Are you serious?" He asked me.
I nodded and kissed him on the cheek. "When will you pick me up?"
"Seven," he said grinning. Without warning, he grabbed me around the waist and spun me around once. "This is so awesome! Thank you!" He put me down and hugged me.
We stayed in each other's arms.until Mr. Fidler came in.
Saturday came slowly, even though it was only a three-day waiting period. My alarm clock buzzed. Noon. I had a hair appointment in an hour. I ran into the shower and washed my hair.
I threw on a green long sleeve shirt and jeans, not bothering to dry my hair, considering they were just going to wet it down anyway.
I arrived at the mall right on time and they took me in right away.
"Hello. My name is Chloe." said my hairstylist. She had an Australian accent and pink, spiky hair. Oh shit.
"Hi. What would you like to do with my hair?" I asked nervously.
She laughed sensing the panic in my voice. "Don't worry. I was sleeping and my friends cut it and dyed it pink. I've got no plans for that with your gorgeous hair. Now relax. You're in great hands."
She spun the chair away from the mirror so I couldn't see. She dampened my hair a bit in places that it had begun to dry and began her work.
Curlers, hair dryers, hair spray, combs, brushes, scissors, bobby pins, and everything else came out of the drawers and put into my hair.
"Oookay. Done! Oh!" She cooed. "You're GORGEOUS!" She spun the chair around and I gasped.
My hair was shiny and in ringlets. A little of my front hair was pulled loosely back into bobby pins at the side of my head.
"It's.wonderful." I said. "I'm afraid to touch it."
She laughed and put her hands on her hips. "It's in there good. Trust me. And it'll stay shiny until you wash it."
"Thank you!" I glowed.
"You're welcome. You'll make your man VERY happy." She said.
I paid for my appointment and went across the hall to a manicure appointment. This time I had to wait for about 5 minutes. They called me back and I gagged at who I saw.
Ryoka was getting her nails done with her wooden crutches by her side. Bright red dragon lady nails at least 5 inches long. What a whore.
Unlike all the manicurists I've had before, this one actually talked with me, and not with the other manicurists.
"So who are you going with?" She asked me. "And how did he ask you?"
I smiled. "His name is Goku Son," I said speaking so that Ryoka could hear me. "And he is the love of my life. He sent me a note because he was shy, but he picked me up and twirled me around when I said yes."
She smiled. "How cute! He's a keeper, that one."
Ryoka scoffed. "Whatever!"
"Oh well hello Ryoka! What's going on?" I asked friendly, but shooting her head in my mind.
"I'm going to the dance with Vegeta." She sneered.
"How nice!" I said smiling.
Gag me.
As soon as my nails were covered in plastic and painted bright silver, I bolted out the door. I couldn't stand her anymore.
All I had left to do was pick up my dress. I had to get it altered. I went into Evening's Bridal and picked it up. It's silver silk, with spaghetti straps and goes down to my ankles.
I went out to my car, got in and drove away.
Author's Note: Yeah, the ending is LAME, but that was how it went with me. Anyway. I'll talk to ya later. I LOVE YOU ALL!
Pan-Chan