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I can't function. I- . Art is fucking pointless! My teeth clench down onto my Nicorette. A pair of knowing Aqua eyes are staring a hole into my head. She knows. They all know. They all fucking know. My hands are shaking and I'm glaring down at the white poster board infront of me. We are to draw anything we'd like in charcoal. I suck at fucking drawing. My hands are shaking. They're in my pockets. I can't take them out. They all fucking know.
"Hey Vegeta pass that bucket thing," Kakkorat asks me. I switch my focus from my board to the oval shaped Holiday tin infront of me. Once filled with Christmas cookies now has chunks of charcoal, most are broken a few are intact. I look up at him with a glare and quickly shove the green and red tin towards him. Did they see how shaky my hands were? I haven't smoked since ten last night. It's Monday and somewhere around two in the afternoon. Sixteen fucking hours. Sixteen hours. Juu spent the night. I haven't smoked since ten O' seven P.M. last night. I have five patches on. Three on one arm and two on the other. I've been wearing a school hoodie over my polo. I've gone through ten pieces of Nicorette. It's not fulfilling. My leg is beginning to shake. You'll become an addict. Fuck.
"You aren't going to pass this class if you don't draw anything in charcoal Mr. Ouiji." It was Mrs. Nutter, fucking hippie bitch. "Most of the students have already finished." Go kill yourself you fucking tree hugging fucking bitch. "Mr. Ouiji?" Shoot yourself you fucking rag.
I grab a piece of charcoal with my shaky hand and draw a cigarette. The lines are squiggles. It looks more like a joint than a cigarette. I draw swirls for smoke and throw the piece of charcoal onto the table. Metal legs on the tile squeak and I stand. I glare at no one in particular and walk out into the hall. From the hall I walk into the parking lot. From the parking lot I pull out my keys and get into my Escalade. I grip the steering wheel, my grip is tight and I can feel what little of nails I have dig into my palms. I back out and my tires squeal as I drive to the nearest drug store. Sixteen fucking hours.
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I watch as Vegeta walks from the room. Mrs. Nutter says nothing and shakes her head at the joint he drew. I stare at it. It looks a lot like a joint. I can't help but smile. It was suppose to be a cigarette. He's leaving to go get a smoke. He usually smokes during lunch and I've smelled it when I've walked past the boys bathroom. Smoking in the boys room. Ha.
Mrs. Nutter sighs and rolls up the wasted poster. She drops it into the large waste basket as she heads to bother another table of peers. Juu lets out an exasperated sigh, "He's hopeless."
I look over at her. He's been smoking since he was eight. He is not going to go cold turkey. It's impossible. He's an addict. He doesn't want to quit. He's stubborn, yes; but it would be difficult for anyone who is use to smoking at least three packs a day. Three packs.
Goku shrugs. "He'll get over it sooner or later."
"No. He won't," Chi Chi butted in. "He's been an addict since like first grade."
Hyperbole. He started in third. Became an addict in fourth.
"He-" Krillen was cut off by the buzzer telling us to leave.
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As I approached my car I noticed the tire marks on the turn out of the parking lot. Some one was in a hurry. I smirk to myself and get inside my car, Chi Chi gets in the passenger seat. I'm driving her home today.
"We should go to the mall!" Chi Chi squeals excitedly as she put her seat belt on.
"I have-" I'm cut off by a knock on my window. It's Juu.
"He was suppose to drive me home." She yells to me. I roll my eyes and get out of the car. She bends my seat back and sits in my cramped back seat. It's a two seater. It's not really a back seat, more like she's in the trunk. Bitch.
"Yea Juu, Bulma and I were just planning on going to the mall." Chi Chi announces to my newest unwanted passenger.
"Uww yes! I still haven't gotten my Homecoming dress yet!"
"Fuck no! I have a fucking report due fucking tomorrow and you two are the last fucking people I want to be in the fucking mall with!" I roll my eyes and head towards the mall.
"I think I want this pink halter I saw in Vogue." Chi Chi says as she places her Dr. Martins onto my dashboard. The dirt from the bottom of her old Dr. Martins are sure to leave a dirt print. I fucking hate them. My new clean car. Her fucking filthy Dr. Martins.
"Chi, can you move your feet." I ask. Some gritted teeth to show I'm angry.
Chi Chi laughs obnoxiously, "Oh I'm sorry Bulma," she then pulls her feet down my dash board, and finally off. Leaving a trail of dirt behind. I grit my teeth as she stares at her mess for a moment, then turns around to continue to tell detail about this dress she saw in Vogue, and how 'daddy' was being an ass hole for not buying it for her the week prior. I'm going to run this car into that fucking nearing building. As the building comes closer I switch into the lane closer to it, cutting off the car that is now behind me. I look up and notice it is Capsule Corp's headquarters. I decide against my murderous and suicidal thought and cut through two lanes to get into the turn around that leads to The Village, which is located in West Shores. The Village is equivalent to a strip mall.
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My hands shake as I place the thin, white cylinder between my chattering teeth. A shaky hand flips the lighter and lights. The familiar prickle in my lungs returns and I exhale with relief. The cloud of sweet nicotine hangs in front of me as I take in another drag. Holding the ash in my lungs, then exhaling through my nose. I am heading towards the cash register at the local Seven Eleven. I am presented with an angry and disgusted look from the bulbous middle aged hag of a cashier. I chuckle as I place the open packet of cigarettes and the used lighter on the counter. She glares as I tap my embers onto the gritty floor. I smirk and open my wallet flashing her my fake ID and placing a ten on the counter. That's all I have with me at the moment. This pack should last me long enough to grab some cash and return. I watch her pudgy hand grip my ten. She looks me over and asks nonchalantly, "Why are you wearing a Satan Academy sweatshirt?" I shrug and walk out. Fucking bitch. I don't need the two bucks and fifty-four cents change. She can go buy herself a nice McDonald's double cheeseburger and fries to gorge herself with. Bulbous. I chuckle and enter my Escalade.
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Urgh. I'm leaning against a display of cheaply made dresses. They are all much to long for me to even think of slipping into. Juu and Chi Chi search ravenously through the messy and disorganized grouping of dresses. I am watching from a far, sipping on a Strawberry Mango smoothie from 'Surf City.' Chi Chi is too short for any of the dresses she is throwing over her arm. She couldn't find the dress from Vogue. Now she's settling for cheap look'a-likes. I reach into my purse and withdraw my thin cell phone. Flipping it open I read the time. We've been here for three hours. It is now six. I'm starving, and still need to do my report. I watch as Juu and Chi Chi rush into the dressing rooms. I roll my eyes and shove my phone back into my purse. I casually begin to flip through the section of peach color dresses. I hate the color peach. It's pukey looking. I stop as I hear my phone vibrate against something inside my purse. I flip open my phone with out looking at the number.
"Hello?"
"Where are you?"
"The mall."
"With who?"
"Chi and your girlfriend."
"Hmph. I want you to tell her tonight."
"Why do I have to do it you coward."
"You fucking owe me and this is the best fucking thing I could think of, so do it damnit."
"Urgh. Can't I do something like buy you a pack of cigarettes, or maybe a joint; being you drew one in Art." I begin to laugh a bit at the memory.
"Fuck you. It was a cigarette."
I laugh in response.
"You won't be laughing when that bitch fucking wants to kill you." He begins to chuckle.
"She's not going to be upset. You're no trophy."
He 'hmphed,' then paused. He then said, in an eerily calm voice, "Change of plans. Don't tell her. I've got a better way." He then ended the call.
I roll my eyes as I flip my phone shut. I take a last sip of my Strawberry Mango smoothie before shoving it into the garbage can just out side the store. I walk back into the store to tell Chi Chi and Juu that we have to leave, when I see that the two are standing in line at the register.
"Hey B, what do you think?" Juu asked as she held a pukey, peach, strapless dress to her athletically built body. Her shoulders are square so the lack of any sort of strap would only excentiuate this fact. The dress would end at her cankles,(A/N : I'm not sure if I spelled that right. Cankles are when you don't have any sort of defined ankle and it looks like your leg meets your foot. Like a tube. Commonly found in senior citizens.. ahaha) judging by the form of the dress I'm guessing it was meant to touch the ground. With her lack of breasts she would have to purchase some sort of air bra to hold it up. There were sequences on it that could cause a migraine, and with her lack of shape, her date, Vegeta, would look better in that dress than her. Ha.
I smile politely. "You'll look fantastic!" I say as I give her a short hug.
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I'm sitting at my desk. In front of me is my lap top. A cigarette clenched between my teeth. It's now exactly midnight. I am writing a report on Shakespeare. I am to completely take apart Taming of the Shrew, some shitty play that he wrote, and analyze the fucker. I fucking hate literature. I haven't written anything. I only have my name Vegeta Ouiji, my block 4th, and the date Oct. 1st, 2006. I have no fucking idea what to write. I glare at the screen, hoping that somehow all the words will just magically appear on the screen, and I will be granted an A, for doing absolutely nothing but staring at my screen. "Son of a bitch." I bury my face in my hands, save a place for my cigarette to poke through. I close my eyes. I see swirls of orange and yellow and blue and black. The swirls are swirling around a form. I can't tell what the form is. I begin to imagine that a man in poofy pants and tights laughing at me. Reciting parts of the play to me. "O monstrous beast, how like a swine he lies! Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thin image!" The man in tights continues to laugh and look down at me. He, himself, then begins to swirl. His laughing turns from deep and throaty, to high pitched. The woman appears in his place, and she mocks me with her sash confirming her title as Valvadvictorian, all because I can't fucking write a fucking paper about Shakespeare's Taming of the fucking Shrew! Fuck!
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I open my eyes. I can't see. My neck hurts. I feel asleep at my desk. I pat around for my laptop. I push down a random key to remove it from 'Hibernation.' I hadn't written my report. It didn't magically appear. I look at the clock. 6: 49 AM. School starts at 7: 15. I grit my teeth. What the fuck am I going to do? Are you fucking kidding me! Shit. My cigarette has burned my desk. Damnit. I open up the Internet and Google 'Taming of the Shrew analysis reports.' I click on the first link. It cost five buck. I type in my fathers credit card number and press print. It's three pages. It's suppose to be four. I go into my bathroom and take a shower. I hope it stays on topic.
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I pull the cigarette from my mouth and flick the ashes out the window. I'm looking for a parking spot. I scan until I find one. I pull in and take a few more drags before dropping the half smoked cigarette into a cement crack and enter the school. There are people starting to head towards their classes. The two minute warning bell recently rang. I head towards Mr. Zanotti's homeroom. Today is a half day. Tomorrow we don't have school, and the day after, Saturday, is Homecoming. I smirk to myself upon entering the class room as the final bell rings. I glance over to the Aqua hair heiress as I take my seat at the front of the room. Mr. Zanotti scrunches his nose at me.
"You're late Mr. Ouiji."
"I walked in while the bell was still ringing."
"You are to be in the room before the bell rings. You're late."
I mutter a few curses and lean back into my plastic seat. Running a hand through my ebony flame I glare at the turtle like man.
"Vegeta!" Juu voice yells happily.
I turn to see her smiling and motioning me to 'come here.' I let out an exasperated sigh and head to the back of the room where three of the people that I hate most reside. I can't help but smirk to myself as Tien quickly moves out of his seat as I approach. Straddling the navy plastic chair I ask, "What," in an uninterested monotone.
"I bought my dress yesterday! See!"
She holds her digital camera infront of my face. A picture of a pukey peach dress laid out on her bed. The dress is one of those long things with too many sequences. I grunt in response.
"Isn't it pretty?"
I grunt.
She rolls her eyes and 'playfully' hits my muscled arm. Bitch is unfemininly strong. Is unfemininly even a word? Fucking bitch. I look over at the woman as the bitch continues to talk to me about the dress and her hair, and how much fun Homecoming is going to be. I smirk as the woman's ocean blue eyes lock with my onyx. I smirk at her and her eyes narrow. "Yea, Homecoming will be a memorable night." I say this nonchalantly, while keeping eye contact with the woman. She quirks an eyebrow, and I continue to smirk.
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