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'Writing'

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'People hear my name and automatically expect great things from me. Sure, my IQ is higher than most, but so is my best friend's, but no one thinks he'll do great things, outside of our families. I'm the one the world cares about, all because my last name is Briefs. This means that I HAVE to run C.C. when I finish high school, what a drag. I mean, the reasons people know my name are SO dumb. I'm first born (there are other people born first), I'm rich (technically, all the money belongs to my mom), and everyone thinks I'm thrilled I'm gonna get the best job EVER! The truth is, I HATE it. Hate it, hate it, HATE IT!

'Not that my mom cares. The only thing that has registered with her is that at the end of this year she can retire and stop worrying about the company it took her father forever to build. Bit selfish really, mostly from my point of view, because NOBODY asked if I wanted to work at C.C., let alone RUN the dumb thing. I guess I'll never know who gave my mom the idea that that was okay. I actually want to study other planets, see if there's life on them. Going there would be the best, but that's probably the least likely thing EVER to happen. So instead I get to think about the hell my life will become at the end of this year, because mom will NOT let me go to collage. She says it's stupid that I'd want to do that, since I already have a job lined up for me. Actually, that's the main reason I want to go, so I can put that job off for a bit longer.

'I remember when my biggest problem was trying to pass my Algebra I class. That and trying to avoid the punishments that came as a result of the numerous pranks my friend, Goten, and I used to pull. Ah, now there's a raw spot. A direct hit to the nerve. I'm gonna miss him SO much when he goes to college. Worst off, for me, is that he'll probably find a girl, fall in love, marry her, and I'll never hear from him again. His laughter was the only thing that's kept me sane all these years. It pushed all the thoughts of life after high school out of my head, sometimes for hours at a time. I guess I'll have to depend on Pan for that, now. Dang, now I'M doing it.

'Depending on her like that makes me exactly what I hate, because I'm planning her life. It's just a small part, but that doesn't matter to me, it's still her life. And she's only four! Man, I don't think my mom even thought of my future till I was six, then she really let lose, so maybe it was earlier. I'm sure I'll be fine, though, just knowing that Pan won't forget me till college. She's like a little sister to me, so I might get to help raise her, like Goten is helping raise my sister (mainly by babysitting her, because NOBODY else will; seriously). Well, wither way, I'm gonna need a new incentive to get out of bed in the mornings, after everybody's gone.'

Sigh……………

'Strange thing, I've never once considered suicide. Guess I always thought it was below anything I could ever do. Still think that way. Guess this means being selfish CAN save your life, once in a while. Or it could be the knowledge that my Dad would bring me back, just so that he could kill me himself. I like that about him; he doesn't let me do things exceedingly stupid, at least if it's gonna end my life.

'Dad's actually been a bit of a help through this whole thing. Even though it's just because he can't see HIS son throwing all that training a way (which, honestly, I can't see either), it's still an objection to the life Mom wants me to live. Goten doesn't like it, either, but I think that's because he's my friend, not because he actually understands how much I'm gonna hate it there. Mom says I'll grow to like it, but I'll make sure that never happens. That would be so horrible…I can't even describe it, but that might be worth killing myself over. Of course, Dad would have killed me first, so, problem solved.

'It's kinda funny, Dad objects to my schooling, saying it's a waste of time, but I KNOW he's learned a LOT from it, though he'll NEVER admit it. Wonder what he'd do if he knew that's what I thought. Actually, I probably don't want to know…'

Trunks paused in his writing. His sister had started up another one of her famous tantrums. Thinking how he hoped he had stopped doing this by the time he was six, he headed down stairs to try and calm her down before their father lost his temper.

When the door had closed completely, a tall figure stepped out of the shadows. She had brown hair, and was wearing a black shirt, army pants, and black boots. She smiled, revealing sharp fangs. Her ears were pointy as well, holding her long hair back from her face, which was strikingly beautiful. She glided across the room to the desk and picked up the faded book Trunks had been writing is. She had put it there earlier, hoping to find something to feed the curse binding the book. Her smile widened when she held the item. She could almost see the pulse of the curse. The boy must have been extremely upset.

Opening the book, she glanced over the writing, noticing a name. Goten. She quickly left through the open window and flew to the boy's house. Upon entering his room, she left the book on his desk, then faded into the shadow's as Goten entered his room. Spotting the book on his desk, Goten walked across to see what it was. Opening it, he saw it appeared to be a journal. Quietly, he sat down and began to write…

A/N: Well? Good? Bad? Dumb? Please review, or flame, and let me know if I should continue. Not gonna if nobody wants to read it. Well, not for a long time. It feels bad to post stories nobody reads. I hope I'm not really that bad…so please leave something...