CrazySpaz: Well, okay. In the midst of my first year of high school. I lost my focus...my love of writing and I'm willing to find it again. So this story reflects on my experience so far. I know Pan is out of character or as you other people would call OOC. (God, that took me like a minute or two to figure out for what it stood for.)

Warnings: Sleep deprived and lost love of writing. Oh and don't take things too seriously. Unexperienced writer.

Ages: DON'T MATTER! -- if you must though, here they are--

Pan: 16-20

Bra: A year older than Pan

For crying out loud...this is supposed to be like advil for me. Ages really really don't matter. This is really short. There are only two people involved in this chapter so far. I DON'T KNOW IF ITS GOING TO BE A ROMANCE. I don't even know the genre. So i'm winging it like I always do.

Advice: Enjoy.

November 23, 2005

Funny how people drown themselves in their own self pity. I know I do. I definitely do.

Damn. I can't even write a poem. I guess I really lucked out- some lucky penny this is. Let me try again.

Tell me your deepest darkest secrets-

Crap. I still can't write anything, I always end it with something having to do with a dark subject. I'm turning gothic on you all. You won't believe it until you've heard me. Read every bit of me.

I know these sentence fragments are unattractive, give me a break. I'm an aspiring writer-or was, up until inspiration up and left me.

Flee under the sunless sky…

I thought it was worth a try. Don't you think?

Call me crazy, but-

The phone rings as you—

That's a good start isn't it? Oh, wait the phone is ringing, my bad.

-Hello?

-PAN! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE—RIGHT NOW!

-I'm sorry, but you've reached an—

Crap, what else did they say, whenever a number couldn't be reached?

-Dumb-ass I know you're home.

-Who is this?

-Oh, my god Pan, PLEASE tell me you're just kidding.

It was worth a try.

-Uh, no…

I think—no, I know this voice sounds familiar.

-OH MY GOD! PAN ITS BRA, DAMMIT!

Ah, I knew it; I knew that voice sounded so familiar.

-I'm sorry; I've been…deprived…

-What am I going to do about you, Pan?

-Absolutely nothing.

-Shut up.

-…

-AURGH! I didn't mean it.

-I knew that.

-You need sleep, that's what you knew.

-Bra, that DOES NOT make any sense.

-Err…whatever. Just get your ass some sleep or better yet, COME OVER AND GET YOUR ASS TO SLEEP!

-I'll try to remember.

-PAN! I mean NOW!

-Give me a day.

-I'm sending Trunks over.

-He's working.

-I'm sending...uhm...uh…Bob.

-You don't know a Bob Bra. This is Japan by the way.

-YEAH I DO! As heiress of CC and Princess of Saiyans—I DO know a Bob.

-Stop kidding yourself, Ms. Princess of a dead race, oh and I think Trunks already took your job.

Hah, I'm so funny I crack myself up.

-…

-Bra?

-…

-BRA?

-I'm sorry, but if you'd like to make a call hang up and redia-

CRAP! She hung up on me. I have to hide now. I really want to go to sleep too, DAMMIT!

Crazyspaz: I liked how this turned out, did you? I hope so...and if not...well thats you.