Hiya! I'm really sorry for the really late lateness of this chapter... My computer wouldn't work. Grr. Soz!
Anyways, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of the characters in this story.
Dear Diary,
Tomorrow is the first day of the last year of our school. Like, who cares? #17 will mess it up, I know he will. It's like his thing. Recking my life, yeah, it's the sole purpose of his, his raison d'être. Arrrghhh! Today, he stole my straighteners, and sold them to the old lady that lives a couple of streets away. Who knows what she'll do to them. And everytime I ask for them back, she threatens to call the police and say I'm attacking her. Pft! Yeah right!
#17 will pay! I WILL gtemy own back, I just don't know how.
Juu
She and Chi chi entered the room and headed for their usual seats at the back of the classroom. But they were taken by Yamcha and his mates from football. Bulma growled as they whistled and hooted, so the two settled for the row in front. BIG mistake.
As Bulma was getting out her things, she felt a head rest on her shoulder from behind. She shrugged it off, and carried on getting out her books. Suddenly she felt a voice whisper in her ear,
"Boo."
"Go away Yamcha." She said, not even bothering to turn around.
"So, have you met you're 'friend' yet?"
"Yes I have. And you know what?" she said, turning to face him. "He's gonna take your place in football."
Yamcha looked at her. "I'd like to see him try!" he scoffed, and his friends made noises of agreement.
"Just you wait and see, Yamcha. And anyway, have you hit on Chrissi yet?"
"No, I'm gonna win this!"
"I'd like to see you try!" She said, mimicking him, and Chi chi mimicked grunts of agreement. The girls laughed and turned away.
Suddenly the teacher entered, signalling for silence. "Everyone, the principle wants a word with the whole year, so will you all squish up to allow room for the other classes who are going to stay here for a minute, to hear what the principle has to say."
As if on cue, the door opened, and the other classes filled into the room.
Bulma, spotting Juu and Vegeta called out to them, "Juu! VEGETA! Over here!" She called, adding emphasis to the word Vegeta.
Juu made her way to the pair, with Vegeta closely behind. They took their places next to Bulma, with Juu and Chi chi on thte outside.
They spotted Goku and Krillen catching the end of the line, into the room.
Chi chi gave them a 'And jut where have you been?' face, and the two smiled, nervously. They looked around the room, but all the seats were taken. They stood by the door, next to a group of goths. 'Er.. hi?' Goku said to them, trying to be friendly.
They stared at him, and carried on staring blanky into space, and listening to their heavy metal rock music.
The Principle came striding in, carrying two big boxes, the contents of which, were a mystery to the students.
"These," he said, immediately quietening the room, "Are a new project we are going to try out, for those in their final year here, only."
He opened the boxes, and lifted something out. It was a type of book, with a minature lock on the front.
"They are diaries, and we want all of you to keep one, and record all of your thoughts, and emotions, and normal everyday goings-on in these. So that at the end of the year, you can look back on them, and laugh at how funny your year went."
He looked, around at the blank faces. "Also, may I remind you that NO OTHER PERSON MAY LOOK IN YOUR DIARY. It is yours to keep, and only you can see it, so, please, do not cause any trouble by stealing other people's diaries."
He began to hand them out, asking a few people to help him. Once everyone had one in their hands, he looked up at them again. "Any questions?"
There was a show of hands. He sighed, "Okay, Miss Gero?"
"Sir, I already keep a diary, and so do a lot of people here, do I have to write in this book?"
"Yes, you do. Mr. Ouji?"
"What if I don't want to write in my book?"
"It's a diary, and yes, all of you are expected to write in this diary, and, although the teachers cannot see what you have written, we will find a way to keep track of your writing. Anyone else?"
No one raised their hands. Apparantly, their question had already been answered.
"Okay, you may go back to your lessons, goodbye, and enjoy your day." He smiled, and walked off.
The classes began to leave. "Remember, break." Vegeta said, as he walked past.
"Oh, I'm not sure, I do have a BAD MEMORY.." she called out.
He glared at her, from the door, and left, with Juu.
"Tut, tut, Bulma, that's not anyway to treat your, FRIEND..."
"Shut up, Yamcha she said, without even turning around, she ignored him all throughout the lesson, proud at her ability to block out the sound of his incessant rambling...
Break:
Bulma waited outside the english classroom, for Vegeta, but there was no sign of him. She asked everyone, but they had not seen him. Fuming, she walked over to the Sports department, only to find, Vegeta himself, striding out through the doors, with a smirk on his face.
"Hey Aoi," he said as he saw her.
She fumed, what a jerk! "You horrible... You know, I don't know what your problem is, you'resuch a stuck up... arrrgh! I hate you! How can you just, Waste. My. Time?"
"Quite easily, actually," he said, his smirk even wider.
Growling, she turned on her heel, and walked off. "You can find your own way back!" she called, to him, glad to be away from the person who was mean to be her friend...
Another chapter, and I apologise again, for the lateness...
I'm still waiting for some more reviews, with ideas on what the characters should wear for the halloween party...
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Cherri-girl