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A/N: Hope you like! I know I shouldn't have…I mean… I can't even finish my other stories. Damn… I really shouldn't have…damn it.
She pulled the dark shirt over her bra, leaving the top buttons open to give clear view of cleavage. Her cigarette was placed perfecting between full lips, painted red and scented of strawberries. In fact, her whole body smelled of strawberries, leaving a sweet fragrance behind wherever she went. Large black boots were pulled on small, lovely feet and hidden under tight black jeans. Every curve in her body was shown through her choice of clothes. Her black hair fell over her shoulders, soft to the touch.
She pressed her cigarette into the ashtray and pulled her bag over her shoulder, walking out the door to the one room apartment. The apartment was just one room, besides a bathroom that was barely bigger than a closet. There was an old mattress in the room and a few plates; most of them were plastic plates that should have been disposed of long ago. Her money was made my stealing or bribing, whichever she was in the mood for. Neither of her parents gave a damn.
The walk to school was long, but it was her only means of transportation. Cars were too expensive for her budget, and paying for gas would be a bitch. She pulled another cigarette from her pocket and lit it, taking in long drags on her way to school. Cars passed her quickly, men looking at her with disgusting looks in their eyes, girls that found her repulsive. Why the hell should she care? Fuck the world… it had done nothing for her anyway.
She dropped her cigarette on the cement and stepped on it, putting it out while breathing the last bit of smoke into the doors of her high school. She felt a large hand drop on her shoulder and prepared for a battle of words but found herself looking into two, dark eyes.
"Got another cigarette?" The voice asked, deep and angry. Seemed she wasn't the only one who was pissed at nothing.
"They aren't cheap," Chichi told him and removed his hand easily, "Get your own." With that she walked into the school and to her councilor's office and took a seat in front of him. "What today? Got a call from my Old Man? What bullshit did he say about me this time?"
"I will let that one pass, Chichi," He sat his glasses on the desk, "You were kicked out of your chemistry class for smoking. We need to think of a suitable punishment."
"Hell," Chichi mumbled, "I didn't know we were on a first name bases, Derrick." Derrick looked at her sternly and she gave him a smile. "I don't care if I got kicked out of that bitch's class, she treated me like shit before she even knew me. I don't care what teacher knows about my past, or me but I don't want to be treated like white trash until they're given a reason to treat me like trash. Got it?"
"Chichi, you know about profanity on school grounds," Derrick sighed and put his hands on his forehead, "You're going to be suspended for a week. During this week I want you to write me a paper about what makes you so angry."
"I'm not writing anything," Chichi glared, "Plus, I don't have any paper… or pens… sucks bein' poor." Derrick opened his desk drawer and pulled out three pads of paper, he grabbed a few pens from a #1 Teacher mug on his desk. He slid them across the table to Chichi.
"You'll write the paper," He told her, a warning tone in his deep voice, "Or you'll be expelled. I've reached my limits; I've done all I could, pulled all my strings, just to keep you in this school. This is your last chance."
"So, in other words, you want me to write a paper about you?" Chichi glared and sat up, grabbing the paper and pens and shoving them in her bag, "You know…this pissed me off. Adults always take the side of adults, a little respect for ME sometime wouldn't hurt, would it?!"
"Chichi," Derrick stood, "You know where the door is. Please see your way out, and by the way, I am going to have to call your Father about this." Chichi walked out of the office, slamming the door behind her. She looked at the tall boy across the hall who, when noticed she was looking, plastered a wide grin on his face. She threw a glare at him and stomped down the stairs to her locker.
"Move," She told the group of girls who were gathered around her locker. The blue haired girl smiled at her.
"Who are you to tell us to move?" She asked. Chichi grabbed her by the throat and shoved her into the locker.
"I don't like your tone, bitch," Chichi glared at her, hard, "And you better move before you get your ass kicked." She felt two hands on her shoulders and turned around, "WHAT? You want some of this?" She found herself staring at the chest of a boy, the same on from the hallway and looked up to meet his eyes. They looked sad in a way.
"Forgive Bulma for what she said to you," He told her, "I'm Goku."
"I don't care who the fuck you are, just get out of my way." Bulma stepped aside and Chichi pulled a book from her otherwise empty locker. "You shouldn't apologize for other people anyway, it doesn't mean anything that way." Goku stared at her back.
"What's your name?"
"I'm disowned," Chichi told him, "It renders me nameless." She slammed her locker shut and walked back upstairs, stepping outside to light another cigarette.
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