Chapter 4
"Aha, here it is. Class E, Ms. Kurakawa. Oh no, a woman! Hey, Trunks, you could make things a little easier for us." Goten cast a pleading look at his best friend, who, however, made one acted and shocked Facial expression.
"Forget it, I'm not going to go back to some old box just so you don't have to study and still get transferred. I'll have my mother fill out a few checks and then I'll definitely get on."
A sigh could be heard from Son Goten's direction. It really wasn't easy for him. "You'd have to be rich. Trunks is really good for you. Come on, let's go in, I want a good place."
Since it is customary to look at the door when it is opened, even if only out of curiosity, everyone who was already in the classroom did just that, their heads literally flew towards the door.
When those already present saw who was coming, it immediately went quiet and everyone sat down.Such a response usually only occurred when a teacher appeared in the doorway.
The surprise was written on Son Goten and Trunks' faces. (Usually he was always the slower one. * G *)

"Oops, that was probably nothing to be inconspicuous. I hope Mum won't find out that I had a fight on the first day, otherwise there'll be trouble again Will we sit there? "Goten pointed to 2 empty spaces, the other 2 spaces next to them were also still free. His buddy nodded in agreement. "Precisely."
Nobody sat in the two other seats. But that no longer surprised Trunks and Son Goten. So the two of them talked alone
For once they didn't talk about girls, at the moment it was probably not so cheap to look around, and there was time for that during class.They talked about different fighting techniques and their performance enhancements. Her eyes shone as they had this conversation.
Trunks was just about to tell how far he was about to crack the trick of Vegeta's Final Flash when the door opened again.

A tall, gaunt woman came in. She was in her early 40s, if not in her mid-40s. If you looked at her clothes, one of the first things you noticed was that she was completely dressed in gray. She looked like one of those old-fashioned, strict teachers who you couldn't allow yourself to have fun with, for fear of being hit with a pointer.
Her face intensified all these impressions, because it was an extremely unfriendly one. She had narrow, compressed lips and small, dark hawk eyes that seemed to be particularly vigilant. She was also completely without make-up. So totally old school!
The only thing that didn't match her appearance was her hair.Looking at the rest of her, you'd expect gray hair tied in a tight knot, but that wasn't the case with this woman at all. Her face was framed by wild reddish brown curls that glistened in the light. This hairstyle made her seem kind of ridiculous.
She scowled across the classroom. At Son Goten's and Trunks' places her gaze stayed for a few seconds. Annoyed, she shook her head slightly.
Goten turned right in a whisper.
"Tell me, did we do anything? Or why does she look so angry at us?"
"Not that I know of. I would remember such an old frightening screw. But it reminds me of someone, I just don't remember ..." He got no further.
"Quiet back there! The lesson has long since started, there is absolutely no reason to gossip." The teacher caught her cold. The two tried to stare innocently into the air, but the failure was complete."Now." The cutting and at the same time shrill voice of the teacher broke the silence in a cruel way. (So ​​by being high-pitched and cutting, I mean.)
"I don't want to lie to you and say I'm happy that you are here, but I tell you honestly; if you are not disciplined and learn with me, you can go home right away. But I don't want to be too rude and that's why First of all, let me introduce myself.
My name is Sakura Kurakawa, for you "Sensei" or "Ms. Kurakawa".
You are very lucky to have me as your class teacher, because with me you will definitely study conscientiously and decently. I will teach you all subjects except sports and math. There you will be taught by two prospective teachers. Well, actually by a budding young teacher and an extremely intelligent, but still remarkably young, math student.
As you can imagine, you are being taught sports by Miss Akitawa and math by this professor.As far as the young student is concerned, I am unfortunately unable to tell you his name because I do not know him myself. He steps in for a sick colleague at short notice, but I can't tell you how long he'll stay. But I think you will learn very well from him. Anyone who still has difficulties, which I don't hope, should contact me, I will then arrange individual lessons for me. "
Then she took a short break.
Whoever looked around could see horrified faces all over the room. None of the students were pleased with what they had learned in the past 5 minutes.
This frightening screw in all subjects !! The two that she did not teach are of little importance to many. And then maybe even one-to-one lessons, provided you weren't good enough! You could hear occasional groans and the depressed faces of everyone spoke volumes.
Ms. Kurakawa finally spoke on, regardless of her students."Well that was the most important thing for now. When I look around I recognize some familiar faces, how nice that you continue at this school, you will surely regret it.
So now we will check the attendance list, and you will also have the opportunity to find out the names of your classmates. "

Sequel follows.....