Sorry for the last two short chapters. Just for future reference, I'm going to be making shorter chapters. Limit is 1500 words. That way I can better focus on certain scenes instead of cramming loads of things into one thing to make the story move along quicker. If this bugs you, then I apologise. But I feel it'll help with my writing. And remember; quality over quantity.
Without further ado, your 3rd chapter of You Can't Fix What Isn't Broken for today.
Videl sat where she usually did, a secluded where she'd burnt the gate through so that she could lie amongst the wilting grass. No one had bothered to take care of what was originally her years' 'magic garden' for the last 4 years and it felt kind of nostalgic being around the descendants of flowers and plants and creatures that she'd also grown along side with through her high school experience. Sure the bugs were annoying, but they were thoughtless, blameless creatures that in her mind were just protecting their territory. The rotting tree bark and moss smelt almost comforting to her - regardless of how revolting it may appear to others. If anybody knew of her secret admiration for nature - well, it was safe to say there would be one less person in her Orange Star High School.
She closed her eyes and laid her head back against the blackening skin of her eldest friend, reflecting on her actions for the day.
The memory of how infuriating it was for her when Gohan implied she enjoyed his company shocked her out of her state of tranquillity. Who was he? How dare he? Her eyes glazed over for a quick minute, and her mind slingshotted back to the time she'd locked herself away in her room for the first time. Claiming that she didn't need friends. Her tears screaming that no one understood. A painful chuckle was evoked from her throat, snatched from her vocal chords by the memory of a hurting, younger Videl.
"Now look at me," She began her diatribe against the world, "sitting at the back of playground. Again. Feeling sorry for myself. I could murder the entire year with the flick of a wrist. I'm a deity compared to these- these pieces of scum! No one can rival me and-"
The last part got caught in her throat. She couldn't bring herself to spout such a lie. Out of nowhere, she was now rivalled. She could be stopped. She no longer had her excuse of superiority for her isolation that had seized years of her life away from her.
She yearned to remind herself of how breathtakingly mighty she was - to remind herself why she was above 'friendship' and 'togetherness' without evoking such a feeling of dread from a living, buried memory. Although, it wasn't so easy to do anymore with the likes of Gohan around.
"Mom," she presented to the skies in a quick breath, "is this how you felt? You were hated for being what your peer was praised for? Was she as fearless as him? As privileged? As ignorant?"
A feral growl escaped her from the mere frustration of the silence that replied to her instead of her mother's sharp and somehow fluid vocals. It surely ran in the family, the glorious juxtaposition of fire and ice. Perhaps Gohan's role was to be water: cold enough to kill the fire, warm enough to melt the ice.
"What am I doing?" She suddenly groaned at herself which took her own pride aback. "He's as weak as the lot of them. Maybe he's immune to me - but he's as stupid and gullible to any of them as can be." Her monologue picked back up, in perfect timing with summer breeze that swayed a few strands of her flowing black hair. "He can keep his friends and popularity - look how far I've gotten without it. It's so bloody shallow!"
