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Fanfic: Eyes Like Yours
Chapter: Eyes Like Yours
Hello!
This is my first fanfic, and I hope I've done it pretty well so far. Unfortunately, I am not very familiar with the technology etc. here and hope I did everything right. This is now Part 1 of my story and I ask for many comments! Of course, if I'm supposed to continue writing I'll do it as soon as possible, just want to know if the story is any good at all. So have fun reading! Mireya
Part 1
"Hey! Heey, Trunks! Get up!" Trunks was rudely woken up by his mother's loud voice. "W ... what is ...?", He replied sleepily and only opened one of his eyes to try to see Bulma halfway sharply. She shook her head a little annoyed and pulled the covers away from her son. "If you don't hurry, you'll be late for school, Trunks! Get up!" With these words the door was slammed and Trunks sat up frightened in his bed. "It's okay," he muttered and yawned.When he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, he glanced at the alarm clock. He only had 10 minutes before the gong! Suddenly he tore open the closet and got dressed, raced into the bathroom and got ready in record time. When he got into the kitchen Bulma pushed him out the door and put another sandwich in his hand. "You don't have time to have breakfast. Now finally get to school!"
When Trunks got to school he was completely exhausted. He had 2 tiny minutes left! He'd eaten his bread on the flight and raced up to class. There was a lot of noise in the classroom and Trunks rushed in to the second.
"Man, you are coming after all!", Dom called to him, the person sitting next to him. “Yes,” Trunks groaned breathlessly, “just like that.” When the students heard the clatter of the teacher's shoes in the hallway, there was suddenly silence. The door opened and the hated class teacher came in with someone else: a girl."Dude, look at them!" Whispered Dom Trunks. But he was still busy getting his breath under control from his record sprint to school. He raised his head briefly. “So,” said the teacher with her typical harsh tone, “this is your new classmate, Ginger.” Ginger didn't look very enthusiastic and eyed the floor bored. She had long, medium-blonde hair that fell slightly wavy over her shoulders. You couldn't see her eyes, they were just a little hidden by her hair. “She's coming,” the teacher continued, “from Sea Star High School and I hope you will kindly accept her into the class community.” Now Ginger looked up a little and you could see her dark blue eyes.
"Trunks, you know the Sea Star, don't you?" Dom whispered to him.
"No should I?"
"Man, there are the coolest people ever! They are totally crazy about it."
"Aha".
Trunks didn't know this high school and he didn't care how funky the kids should be there."The new one doesn't look funky ..." added Trunks. Ginger wore a skirt that reached just below the knee and a white top. She just looked totally normal. "That's right, but maybe she's still unsure whether she should be so funky here with us - or something," replied Dom, a little unsure. Trunks shook his head and gave Ginger a brief smile of greeting. But he only got a funny, evil look from her and he turned back to his book. He really didn't like this girl. He unpacked his maths and laid it out. "
So, take a seat, Ginger. Here, next to Mei is still free. ", the teacher finished her lecture," open the book to page 310! "Ginger sat down next to a girl in front of Trunks and Doms Bank, who immediately slipped away from Ginger." With me you don't even need to sneak in! I know how you feel where you're from and I despise this superficiality!"Let it be, Mei," whispered Trunks. "Let me," she hissed back. Trunks sighed and opened his book. I'm not a little fool who needs to be helped all the time. "Ginger said to Trunks in a beastly low voice." Sorry, I just wanted to be nice. ", he replied. What's wrong with her? Trunks wondered. I didn't do anything to her."
When the class began, the teacher asked thousands of endless questions that were also terribly difficult. But in the course of the class it became more and more clear to everyone that Ginger had a lot of brains. She answered most of the terrifying math questions. Trunks struck Ginger as weird. Wasn't she supposed to be that superficial girl from funky high school - and now the geek after all? Strange person thought Trunks and watched the back of her head wishing he could open a flap on this and see what was going on inside.Since he felt pretty stupid about it after a while, he went to the written tasks that they were supposed to solve - these were once again damn difficult. Trunks should come up with a formula. "Hey, hey," he whispered, gently nudging Ginger on the back. He didn't need to ask Dom. Nor would he understand any more than he did. "What do you want?", Ginger asked quietly and looked over his shoulder at Trunks. "Um ... do you understand number 12?" He asked. Ginger glanced at her notebook. "Why should I tell you that?" "Please!" "Well ... It's very simple. You just take y and x and-" "Ginger! What are you talking about with Trunks?" all turned to the two of them. "You are welcome to make friends, but not in class! Ginger, I'm sorry but please go outside!" Ginger opened her mouth several times to say something against it, but finally she got up to the laughter of the others and went outside - not before throwing a bitter look at Trunks.When the lesson was over, it got loud again in the classroom and the students flocked to the school yard. Ginger had already messed up her reputation because most of the class thought she was a boastful nerd and she was talked about with stupid slogans. Trunks felt very guilty. After all, it had been his fault that she had to spend her first lesson as well as on the school hallway. When Ginger came back in he was putting his things away and a few others were still there. Without exchanging a word with him, Ginger stuffed her things into her pocket. "Hey, um, sorry about earlier. I really didn't want that." Trunks said and waited in vain for a word from you, which didn't come. "I want to make it up to you. Let me help you." He started to help her with things. “Leave me alone!” She snatched her bag from his hand and threw it on angrily. "You're all fucking the same!"With these words she disappeared from the classroom and made her way to the school yard. Trunks stood alone. Then he took his bag and followed her quickly.
This is my first fanfic, and I hope I've done it pretty well so far. Unfortunately, I am not very familiar with the technology etc. here and hope I did everything right. This is now Part 1 of my story and I ask for many comments! Of course, if I'm supposed to continue writing I'll do it as soon as possible, just want to know if the story is any good at all. So have fun reading! Mireya
Part 1
"Hey! Heey, Trunks! Get up!" Trunks was rudely woken up by his mother's loud voice. "W ... what is ...?", He replied sleepily and only opened one of his eyes to try to see Bulma halfway sharply. She shook her head a little annoyed and pulled the covers away from her son. "If you don't hurry, you'll be late for school, Trunks! Get up!" With these words the door was slammed and Trunks sat up frightened in his bed. "It's okay," he muttered and yawned.When he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, he glanced at the alarm clock. He only had 10 minutes before the gong! Suddenly he tore open the closet and got dressed, raced into the bathroom and got ready in record time. When he got into the kitchen Bulma pushed him out the door and put another sandwich in his hand. "You don't have time to have breakfast. Now finally get to school!"
When Trunks got to school he was completely exhausted. He had 2 tiny minutes left! He'd eaten his bread on the flight and raced up to class. There was a lot of noise in the classroom and Trunks rushed in to the second.
"Man, you are coming after all!", Dom called to him, the person sitting next to him. “Yes,” Trunks groaned breathlessly, “just like that.” When the students heard the clatter of the teacher's shoes in the hallway, there was suddenly silence. The door opened and the hated class teacher came in with someone else: a girl."Dude, look at them!" Whispered Dom Trunks. But he was still busy getting his breath under control from his record sprint to school. He raised his head briefly. “So,” said the teacher with her typical harsh tone, “this is your new classmate, Ginger.” Ginger didn't look very enthusiastic and eyed the floor bored. She had long, medium-blonde hair that fell slightly wavy over her shoulders. You couldn't see her eyes, they were just a little hidden by her hair. “She's coming,” the teacher continued, “from Sea Star High School and I hope you will kindly accept her into the class community.” Now Ginger looked up a little and you could see her dark blue eyes.
"Trunks, you know the Sea Star, don't you?" Dom whispered to him.
"No should I?"
"Man, there are the coolest people ever! They are totally crazy about it."
"Aha".
Trunks didn't know this high school and he didn't care how funky the kids should be there."The new one doesn't look funky ..." added Trunks. Ginger wore a skirt that reached just below the knee and a white top. She just looked totally normal. "That's right, but maybe she's still unsure whether she should be so funky here with us - or something," replied Dom, a little unsure. Trunks shook his head and gave Ginger a brief smile of greeting. But he only got a funny, evil look from her and he turned back to his book. He really didn't like this girl. He unpacked his maths and laid it out. "
So, take a seat, Ginger. Here, next to Mei is still free. ", the teacher finished her lecture," open the book to page 310! "Ginger sat down next to a girl in front of Trunks and Doms Bank, who immediately slipped away from Ginger." With me you don't even need to sneak in! I know how you feel where you're from and I despise this superficiality!"Let it be, Mei," whispered Trunks. "Let me," she hissed back. Trunks sighed and opened his book. I'm not a little fool who needs to be helped all the time. "Ginger said to Trunks in a beastly low voice." Sorry, I just wanted to be nice. ", he replied. What's wrong with her? Trunks wondered. I didn't do anything to her."
When the class began, the teacher asked thousands of endless questions that were also terribly difficult. But in the course of the class it became more and more clear to everyone that Ginger had a lot of brains. She answered most of the terrifying math questions. Trunks struck Ginger as weird. Wasn't she supposed to be that superficial girl from funky high school - and now the geek after all? Strange person thought Trunks and watched the back of her head wishing he could open a flap on this and see what was going on inside.Since he felt pretty stupid about it after a while, he went to the written tasks that they were supposed to solve - these were once again damn difficult. Trunks should come up with a formula. "Hey, hey," he whispered, gently nudging Ginger on the back. He didn't need to ask Dom. Nor would he understand any more than he did. "What do you want?", Ginger asked quietly and looked over his shoulder at Trunks. "Um ... do you understand number 12?" He asked. Ginger glanced at her notebook. "Why should I tell you that?" "Please!" "Well ... It's very simple. You just take y and x and-" "Ginger! What are you talking about with Trunks?" all turned to the two of them. "You are welcome to make friends, but not in class! Ginger, I'm sorry but please go outside!" Ginger opened her mouth several times to say something against it, but finally she got up to the laughter of the others and went outside - not before throwing a bitter look at Trunks.When the lesson was over, it got loud again in the classroom and the students flocked to the school yard. Ginger had already messed up her reputation because most of the class thought she was a boastful nerd and she was talked about with stupid slogans. Trunks felt very guilty. After all, it had been his fault that she had to spend her first lesson as well as on the school hallway. When Ginger came back in he was putting his things away and a few others were still there. Without exchanging a word with him, Ginger stuffed her things into her pocket. "Hey, um, sorry about earlier. I really didn't want that." Trunks said and waited in vain for a word from you, which didn't come. "I want to make it up to you. Let me help you." He started to help her with things. “Leave me alone!” She snatched her bag from his hand and threw it on angrily. "You're all fucking the same!"With these words she disappeared from the classroom and made her way to the school yard. Trunks stood alone. Then he took his bag and followed her quickly.