Well, I've already announced the FF, but it has nothing to do with fighting or anything. That's all the drama (I think a little bit) but I still think it's good. has a sad ending that you can already imagine somehow. But enough babble, now let's start and please read this too and don't think right away, that's such a boring smack:






Jean was sitting with Trunks in their favorite seat. A small hill with lots of small, colorful flowers. From this hill you could see wonderfully into the valley and see the almost white mountains. Jean and Trunks came from the city and they were glad that only a few kilometers away there was such a nice and quiet place where they could meet. That wasn’t possible in the city, meeting Jean’s father was too big a risk. Jean's father didn't like Trunks, she knew that, but she loved Trunks and nobody would be able to do anything about it, least of all her father.Jean wasn't sure why Mr. Tradln didn't like Trunks. It was easy because Trunks was Japanese, but maybe also because Trunks was the son of an unemployed man. Jean's father wanted her to marry a doctor, or someone else who had a lot of money, so that Jean would not get into bad circles. Jean's father himself was a big and well-known stockbroker and only wanted the best for his daughter. But in the best, he saw that Jean should not marry the one she loved, but one with a lot of money and a decent job.


Jean got along well with Trunk's parents, very well in fact. Trunks entire family was nice and accommodating, which Jean didn't quite understand. It was very easy in Japan to give the guest their best bed and to sleep on the floor as a host, or to cook the guest's favorite meal, whether you like it yourself or not. That's what Trunks mother did. Jean didn't understand, but she didn't need to understand either, because her father had forbidden her to go back to the letters.

At first Jean and Trunks thought it was okay, it felt like Romeo and Juliet, but now neither of them found it funny anymore. Jean knew that her father would freak out if he knew that she was sitting here, with Trunks, on this hill. But at the moment she didn't care. She didn't care about anything, she didn't care about her father. She had yelled at him that he couldn't do that and that if her mother was still alive she would not think it was good what he put on for a show because of drunkenness. Her father got very angry and locked Jean in her room on the first floor, but Jean found a way downstairs to meet Trunks. She put on an old pair of pants and an old sweater and stuffed her light summer dress that she was now wearing into a backpack, threw the shoes in and let the backpack slide down onto the floor with a thread so that none of the clothes was broken. Then Jean looked around. She heard her father watching soccer in the living room, which was luckily on the other side of the house.Jean looked at the floor where the backpack was already ready and knew that there was no going back now. She jumped on the tree two meters from her room and was lucky that she could just get hold of the branch. Slowly she shimmy down branch by branch to the ground, as she used to do with her older brother, who was killed in the same car accident as her mother.


Jean had cried many tears then. If only it hadn't taken her mother so long in the bathroom and if only the two had left a little earlier, then this branch would not have killed that broke off a tree because of the strong wind. But that was a long time ago, then Jean was ten and now she was seventeen.


Now she was sitting here watching the sunset with her two year older boyfriend and she didn't think for a minute about the trouble she was going to get later. The white mountains had now turned a beautiful red and a flock of birds flew into the endless sky, which was bathed in a dark purple and like the mountains in a warm red.She sat there with Trunks and didn't say a word. Jean snuggled up against his tanned body and wanted to stay up here with him forever. That was nonsense, she knew that, but at that moment she didn't care about anything.


"Jean, are you coming? We have to go, otherwise you will get even more trouble than you already are. And that's only because of me. You are brave.", Trunks' familiar voice suddenly came. Jean turns around and her silver, almost white hair, which only briefly came under her ears, glowed in the evening sun in such a strong red that it looked as if her head was on fire. She didn't want to go, not now, not when it was so beautiful. She touched Trunk's lips with her own to persuade him to stay longer, but he was sensible. "Come on, it's getting late," he whispered to her, got up and went to his motorcycle. Jean followed him heavily. She didn't feel like going yet, but if he drove away now, she couldn't come home and Jean didn't want to walk 7 kilometers.She got on Trunks motorcycle and the two drove back to their town, WestgoNorth, in the evening sun. They didn't know where the city got its name from, but they didn't care either. They just wanted to be together and in this darn town they couldn't be.


When Trunks turned into Jeans Street, he dismounted Jean so that Trunks wouldn't have to meet her father. Jean bravely went home.


When Jean was out of sight, Trunks got off his motorcycle and put it in a capsule. Then he looked around in all directions and up into the sky, towards C.C. `Mom has to bring her great inventions onto the market, so Jean's father respects me more easily. ´ he thought as he roared through the sky. 'It's so unfair, we're not poor beggars! ´, Trunks continued to think. Tonight he wanted to tell his mother to bring her inventions to market so that he and Jean no longer have to hide from their father.

But he didn't know that all hell was going on at Jean's home. He didn't know that there was no point in making an impression on Jean's father anyway. But he wouldn't find out about that until the evening on the news ...




okay, that's it for now. soon the last part (it only has 2 or 3 parts) is not very long, but still very dramatic ...


mfg TROKA