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Chapter 5: Age of the Private School
He enrolled her into private schooling the next semester, after Videl turned five, assuming that being around children her age would make her be her old self again. Mistake number one: never assume that what seem like a good idea will turn out in the end to be a good idea.
"Class, please welcome our new student Videl Satan," Miss. Mortin replied smiling and waving towards Videl. Her face was blank, showing no emotion to the class.
"Hello Videl!" the class shouted, and Videl nodded in acknowledgement. Miss. Mortin, with her fake smile still on her face, walked to the board. God, how she hated her job; she couldn't wait 'til she could quit, when her husband got his raise.
"Now, Videl please go sit next to…uh…" she said as she scanned the crowded classroom for a seat, "Mart! Mart, please raise your hand so Videl can see who you are." With an evil smirk on his tan face, Mart obeyed the teacher's command. He was seating in the row closest to the board and the farthest away from the teacher's desk. Videl walked slowly over to the desk next to his as Miss. Mortin went back to her desk. "Class, please take out your Social Studies books. Today, we will learn about how our country came to be as it is today. Are you familiar to this Videl?"
"Yes ma'am," she answered in a dull voice. A slight nod was given from the teacher, and some boy began to read.
"So, why are you wearing pig tails? You're not a pig, are you? Oink, oink, oink!" Mart taunted, but Videl acted as if she couldn't hear him. "What, are you deaf? Don't you talk or can you?!" Several of the kids around them, that could hear the conversation, began to giggle quietly.
"Not to idiots," Videl calmly answered. Several hushed calls of Oooo's began at her comeback. Mart wrinkled his face into a frown.
"You think that you're better than all of us?!" he demanded in a hushed tone. Videl just kept staring ahead, not saying a word. "Answer me you freak!" No response. He gritted his teeth in anger, trying to figure out what to say to her next.
"If you're trying to make me mad, you're wasting your time," she muttered. He stared at her mad and shocked.
"Why you little.." Mart began, but Miss. Mortin interrupted.
"Mart, is there something you want to tell the whole class?" she asked loudly. Mart gritted his teeth tighter than ever before.
"No ma'am," he answered. The class began to snicker at the comment. He glared at Videl, but she didn't look back at him. At the end of the day, Mart threw Videl's book bag into the trashcan.
"Problem?" Videl coolly asked. Mart put his evil smirk on again.
"Yeah, I don't like your attitude," he answered. She shrugged indifferently and picked up her book bag. "Hey, I was talking to you!" he yelled as he gave her a small push.
"And I'm ignoring you," Videl replied, still calm. The final bell rang, and Videl calmly walked out the door and left everyone behind. Mart tried to chase after her, but Videl was too fast.
"How was your day Miss Videl?" the servant, that opened the car door, asked.
"It was alright," she answered dryly.
"Made any new friends?" he asked as Videl stepped inside.
"Friends? What are friends but people who abuse you, use you, hurt you, leave you, and stab you in the back?" she explained, and they drove her home.
At home, Videl finished her homework, picking out an item for show and tell, without relish. She never saw the point in this game. She didn't want to share anything from her past or life with anyone there or anywhere. She had chosen her mom's wedding ring that had been in her family for over a hundred years. It was one of the few things that her mother had left her in her will. Well, this relic was one of the most important possessions she owned; it should be good enough for show and tell, at least she thought so.
"This is my favorite comic book! It has aliens, spaceship fights, people that can morph into any animals they can touch, a tournament that decides the fate of the planet, and a god of lighting!" Crag Morre said enthusiastically. Everyone clapped for politeness' sake, and Miss. Mortin smiled. Then, she patted his back as young Sci-fi fanatic Crag went back to his desk.
"Who's next?" she asked. Everyone started waving their arms about wildly, with various cries of me! me! and oh please! ran out through the classroom. Everyone that is except for Videl. Miss. Mortin looked at Videl, and like all kindergarten teachers, she thought that Videl was just shy and was scared to speak in front of the class. Well, she knew how fix that.
"Videl, why don't you come up?" she asked, and the kids brought down their hands abruptly. She only shrugged and slowly got out of her seat. "That's more like it," Miss Mortin thought. She walked even slower to the front of the class. Mistake number two: never assume you know everything about your enemy/opponent.
"Well, my isn't as action packed, but it's pretty special," Videl replied. "Today, I brought this," she continued as she took out the ring box and opened it for everyone to see the ring. Mart and his friends began to burst out laughing.
"And which cereal box did you get that trash out of?!!" he chuckled, and the rest of the class joined in and began to laugh too. Videl remained firm and didn't say a word. She closed the box and put it back into her pocket and cleared her throat before speaking again.
"This belonged to my mother and her family for almost a hundred years. This trash, as you call it, is a family heirloom and is my most priceless possession. It is made of twenty-four carat gold and has a tear drop cut sapphire in the middle," Videl replied.
"Does your mother know you have it here at school?" Miss Mortin asked gently, and Videl thought about it for a moment.
"Not really…" Videl uncomfortably answered.
"Maybe we should call her and have her pick it up," Miss Mortin said oversweet tone. Videl shook her head quickly.
"That isn't possible!"
"Why not?!" the whole class demanded.
"My mother's dead."
Videl couldn't believe she did that. She had just told everyone the only thing that could bring her to her knees, that made her cry, that made her…weak. There was no way they would let it down, and sure enough, she was right. Mart kept taunting her about it the rest of the day and week, but that wasn't the worst. Now, the girls in her class would talk to her and be nice to her out of pity. It was then that Videl decided that she would rather have anyone's hate than their pity; it just made you feel so weak, so low, and the world was just filled with creeps that only be nice to others when it was convenient or when they were struck a serious blow.
"Chin up Videl," Mart, on the last day of school sneered, "maybe it's better that your mom died when she did!" Videl wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Yeah, that right! A weakling like that should go and rot out so it can make way for the strong, cool, deserving people to live!" She got up and glared at him.
"You take that back!" she hissed, getting even more pissed by the second. However, being the idiot he was, Mart only laughed.
"No! Why should I?! You're a pathetic weakling, and your mother is a dead jackass!" he remarked. And that's when it happened. That's when Videl had her first fight. She moved so fast that not even the teacher saw it. Videl first did a jump kick that landed on his nose, and she also did an uppercut when she landed, that send him flying. Then, she kept pounding his face, not paying attention to the class gathering around them or Miss Mortin running over there horrified.
"You jerk! I'll make you pay for what you said!" Videl yelled, her eyes glinting anger and an almost evil glow. Miss Mortin gasped in shock.
"VIDEL?!!" Miss Mortin cried, but Videl gave no answer. "VIDEL!!!!" Then Videl, in some mysterious way, was pulled off Mart by Miss Mortin. Videl was panting, with her eyes still cold, and she gasped insults at him. Mart sat up and began to sob. His nose was bleeding like crap, and there were cuts from her nails all over his cheeks.
"I…I.. wasn't doin' anything! I wasn't doing anything! I…I…I want my mom!" he cried, covering his eyes. Miss Mortin grabbed out a handkerchief to him and began to administer first aid to him.
"You poor boy," she cooed as she finished. Then, she glared at Videl. "As for you missy!" she growled and grabbed Videl's arm and dragged her off to the principal's office.
Of course, Videl didn't care. What would happen to her? Nothing much, she would just be grounded for a couple of months. That was the problem with your dad being a rich celebrity, he never had time for you. He didn't even come to see the principal at the meeting, one of servants did. The servant was horrified when he heard the news and looked at Videl shocked, but she showed no remorse.
"Why did you do that Miss Videl??" he asked on the drive home, still appalled. Videl continued to look out the window, and she sighed.
"He insulted Mother," she calmly answered. "I mean, honestly, if someone was insulting someone you love for no good reason and wouldn't stop, what would you do?" The servant thought about that for a moment and sighed in defeat.
"I guess I would've done the same thing," he responded reluctantly.
Since she got into so much trouble at the school, they had to pull her out, but she didn't care. She was glad to get out of there; she was hoping the next place would be much more of a challenge for her academically. The last school was boring as heck.