Sorry guys. The only excuse I have for not updating is that I forgot. I said that I would do it every ABC day of school, but I forgot to yesterday because we didn't have school. Incase you haven't heard, there is record rainfall here in California. Everything was flooded, electricity was out for most people (thankfully not me), and a lot of people were without water. School closed early due to snowfall, and it rained all weekend so everything was flooded and all main streets were closed. So there was no way in or out of the school. Which didn't really matter considering that the school was flooded. It's amazing that we can have record rainfall in a desert. Ironic, no? Anywayz, if you want to see a pic of me in the snow, I look retarded, fatter than I am now, my face is contorted, and it looks like I'm missing a tooth, you can go to w w w. mikelive. us. Enter the site and then scroll down until you see the pic of the Lancaster High School students in the snow. That's me and some of my friends. Laterz, and much love.

Chapter 3: Why do you care?

Have you ever hated someone so much that you wanted to kill them? You wished so badly for their death you could taste their blood in your mouth? You hated them but you never knew why. You always told yourself that it was because they were rude, disgusting, and vile. Then one day you realize, that you never really hated them. That you were maybe jealous because they didn't give you the attention you wanted. Maybe that was why you hated them. Maybe you just wanted to feel loved. Maybe you were just being selfish. Maybe things were more then they appeared to be.

-From the Diary of Son, Pan

She stared at him as he grabbed her hands and helped her to her feet. She didn't know how long she was starring at him, but her mind wasn't functioning quite right. He handed her, her bags and stared at her. Their eyes met and both could feel a jolt of electricity flow through their bodies.

"Are you alright?" he asked her questioningly.

After a short pause she finally replied, "What? Oh, yeah I'm fine." Another short pause as they stared at each other until she came to realization. "Since when do you care?"

"Why wouldn't I care? I mean I did bump into you. I should have been paying attention. I wasn't and again I'm sorry." Trunks said with a little hostility.

"Oh, so your sorry now. What, because your precious bitch isn't here with you?" Pan said back in an annoyed tone.

"Don't talk about Marron like that! She's a nice person once you get to know her," Trunks retaliated.

"Yeah, well, that's the problem. I don't want to get to know her and she doesn't want to get to know me."

"I'm trying to be nice here and all you can do is insult my girlfriend. How low can you get?"

"If I remember correctly it was her that insulted me first. Now tell me, what did I do to make her insult me?" Pan questioned him.

"I...I..." Trunks tried to come up with an answer even though he knew that it was Marron who had wronged her first. She never even fought back. He couldn't really speak. He knew that Marron had no right in what she always did to Pan, but what else could he do? Ask her to stop? Yeah, right. That's laughable.

"Trunks! Trunks! Come on. What's taking you so long? Listen we only have two more stores to go to and then we can go home alright?" Bra shouted trying to get her older brother's attention. "I promise, only two more stores. Now let's go!"

"I'm coming!" He shouted back.

"How about you get back to me when you have an answer?" Pan looked at him and smiled. She took her things from his hands and walked to the exit of the mall, never once looking back.

He sighed as he walked to his little sister, following her into the next store, his thoughts on Pan. 'Maybe she was right. She doesn't really deserve what everyone is putting her through. But why doesn't she deny anything? If she has a problem with the rumors then why doesn't she try and stop them? Maybe I should talk to her? No. What if someone found out? I'd be made fun of for who knows how long.' He sighed. This was just too complicated for him. He never really hated her. She had never done anything to him. She always minded her own business. It was everyone else who had a problem with her. Maybe if she had a makeover they might like her.

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He laid on his bed still thinking about her. She was right. It was the first real conversation he had with her and he now hated her. She was right and he was wrong. That didn't do so well with his Saiyan pride. She was free to be who she wanted to be. She was poor so she didn't have to deal with the pressure of having to run a world-wide corporation one day. She didn't have friends so she didn't have to put up with the peer- pressure. He truly did envy her. He sighed as he rolled over on his bed trying to get to sleep. BANG!!!BANG!!!BANG!!!

Trunks jumped out of his bed. He was almost asleep and yet someonehad the nerve to wake him up. Whoever was at his door was going to pay. He walked to his door silently cusing whoever was banging. He unlocked his door and opened it revealing to him his little sister with a questioning look on her face. "What do you want?" he asked Bra with an annoyed look on his face.

"Is this you DVD?" she asked as she held up a broken case with a broken DVD. He looked at the case and saw that it was a Jimi Hendrix documentary.

"I don't listen to this type of music so why would I buy a Jimi Hendrex DVD?" Trunks asked her.

"Well I was going through the stuff I bought at the mall and I found it in one of the bags. The thing is, I don't even remember going into the store."

"What store was it?"

"Suncoast."

"Thanks I know who it belongs to," he said as he took it from her and shut the door, locking it. 'It must be Pan's. I must not of given it back to her when she left.' He sighed. 'Oh, well. I must have stepped on it while I was picking her things up. Guess I got to pay for it.' He put it on his side table next to his bed as he laid down and went back to sleep.

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Pan drove up her quarter-mile driveway. She parked her car in the garage that looked like an indoor parking lot, grabbed her bags, and made her way inside to her room. She was pissed off. What was she thinking? Talking to him. The one man she hated most. She really wished she was watching where she was going. Maybe then she wouldn't be so mad. Then today could maybe be a good day. It was bad enough she had to deal with Marron's friends' rude comments, but now this. She was so mad she didn't notice that she had started stomping through the mansion.

"Carina? Is that you? Are you home?" Pan just barely heard him through all her thinking but she heard him.

"I'm home Goten. Sorry about that. I'll try and be quieter." She looked over at her uncle as she smiled. Carina. It was her middle name but it was what her close friends and family called her.

"Did something happen while you were gone Carina?" Goten asked with concern. Goten was her uncle, but was more like an older brother or a father. He was only a few years older than her but they were really close. Her parents were always away on business and she rarely ever saw them. Last time she saw them was about six months ago when they stopped by but they only stayed for about a week before they had to go on another business trip. They haven't even called since then. It was like they didn't even have a daughter. Sometimes they even forgot her name. That was when she got really mad. They may have been the second richest family in the world, owning the second biggest corporation in the world, but that's all that mattered to them. They couldn't stand being second, only to Capsule Corp. Another reason she hated Trunks.

"It was nothing. Just ran into someone I hate. We got in a fight. Don't worry about it." Pan smiled up at him. "I'll just go to my room to put this stuff away." She quietly walked to her room suddenly in a better mood after that quick talk with her uncle. She put her stuff away quietly and slowly. After about twenty minutes, she finally had it all put away. All except one item. "Where's my Jimi Hendrix DVD?" She looked all throughout her empty bags looking for what wasn't there. That DVD had cost her fifty bucks. How could she loose that? It was a documentary about his life. She really wanted to see it.

She finally gave up, sat down on her bed queen sized canopy bed, and looked around her room. Her walls were painted pink and she had a vanity on one wall with about twenty light bulbs in it. Scattered around it was make- up and a few hairbrushes. She had clothes all over her floor. She really didn't like things clean. She had a dresser, which was filled with clothes she never wore. The only things in there that she wore were the bra and panties. On the same wall she had a big screen t.v. with stereo surround sound, DVD/VCR, and five disc changer stereo. On the other wall there were two doors. One led to her bathroom with both a shower and a jacuzzi bath. The other door went led to her walk in closet. At the front of her closet she had all the pants, shirts and sweatshirts that she wore. At the back of the closet she had all the things she really didn't want to wear but was forced to keep. Dresses, high heels, skirts, blouses. She wasn't really a feminist. She hated dressing up. In between the two doors was her desk. That was were she did all her homework if she didn't feel like doing it anywhere else. She really hated her life. She was rich, spoiled, and unwanted.

She sighed again as she laid back on her bed. I guess I'll just have to go back and buy another one. It wasn't as if she couldn't afford it. 'I'll go back when I feel like it,' she thought to herself. She looked at her clock and saw that it read three o'clock. She suddenly remembered her poetry assignment in English class. She really didn't like it though. She wrote poetry all the time, but she never showed it to anyone. They always hated her. She suddenly got the inspiration for a poem though. She got off of her bed and walked over to her desk, pulled out some paper and a pen and began writing.

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never loved or cared for
never far from the truth
always alone in life
no one bothers a second glance
always running and hiding
but nowhere to run
never a home to go to
your worst enemy is yourself.