Chapter: When future and past meet - part 1

When future and past meet ... - Part 1 <br />
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Hi! <br />
I decided to include the first part of this fanfic because in retrospect I thought to myself that the introduction alone is a little little because it doesn't reveal what it is actually about now. <br />
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So here is excerpt number 2: <br />
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Part 1: <br />
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"Pan, get up !! It's time, or do you want to be late on your first day of school ?!" Videl's voice echoed through the whole house, which even Son-Goten noticed and almost made him fall out of bed. However, this only gave a sleepy, indefinable murmur, pulled the covers over his head and slept on. <br />
Pan, for whom the screaming was mainly intended, was rudely torn from her beautiful dream, in which she was sitting with Brad Pitt in a romantic restaurant, opened her eyes sleepily and felt for her alarm clock, which was behind her."Is it tomorrow again?" she muttered to herself when she finally found the alarm clock and brought it to her. "WHAT ?! So late already?" It was half past seven. School would start in 1 hour. "Oh my God! Now fast!" With one leap she jumped out of bed and into the bathroom. How could she even forget to set her alarm? In no time at all she brushed her teeth and got dressed. Why did the holidays have to be over by now? They were just walking around too fast. It was her first day of school with strangers and she would be late too if she didn't hurry. That would certainly make the best impression. She was also very tired. She had been so excited the night before that she couldn't fall asleep and when she was finally overwhelmed by sleep, she had to get up again. The nights were always far too short. <br />
She quickly grabbed her backpack and ran down the stairs. "Goodbye mum, goodbye dad!" and with that she was out the door and vanished into the air.Even with a flight, it took a good 20 minutes to Satan City. Fortunately, high school was right across from junior high, so at least she knew the way. <br />
When she finally got there, she landed on the roof and the first thing she did was check her watch. Phew! She breathed a sigh of relief. 1 minute left. That was really pretty close. But now nothing like going to the headmaster so that she even knew where she had to go. <br />
She ran down the stairs and then stopped for a while. It was big here, much bigger than their old school. Fortunately, there were signs on the walls showing where to go (like in the hospital). As a result, she found her way to the headmaster's office relatively quickly. In the meantime the doorbell had rang, but at least she was there. <br />
She knocked and when a "Come in" rang out, she entered. "Good morning. I'm Pan (does anyone happen to know her last name ???? Pan Son sounds a little weird, doesn't it?). I'm new here and I've been told to get in touch."" Ah yes, the girl who skipped 10th grade. Please sit down briefly. "He pointed to the chair across from him and Pan did as she was told. <br />
“Here, your schedule.” He handed her a piece of paper. "You are in class 11. 3 (my old one from last year * g *). The classroom has the number 324. I will take you there. Your teacher is already there because the lessons have already started." >
Pan got up again and followed the headmaster to her new classroom. She got a little queasy. What do you think her new classmates would think of her? She skipped a class, would you like it? Definitely not. And then all of the new teachers. How did they feel? Surely they were all very strict, ancient, and boasted of their wisdom. In addition, they all had glasses that always sat on the tip of their noses and gray hair. She couldn't imagine a high school teacher any other way. <br />"So there we are." <br />
Pan was torn from her thoughts. The headmaster knocked on a door with a "324" sign next to it and entered. She saw him talking to the teacher. He saw her immediately and came up to her. She was a little surprised. After all, he wasn't as old as she'd thought. On the contrary, he was still very young, maybe around 30. And he had no gray hair either, but brown. Neither did he wear glasses. She must have been seriously mistaken. <br />
"So you are the new one, yes?" "Y ... yes." Pan became even more uncomfortable. The new one, as it sounded ... <br />
"Hello, I am your new class teacher from today on. My name is Katsura. Come on, I will introduce you to your new classmates." Mr. Katsura went back into the classroom and Pan followed him hesitantly. (The headmaster was already on his way back to his office.) <br />
"Guys, may I introduce you to your new classmate?Her name is Pan and she will keep you company from now on. "<br />
"Hello." Pan tried to smile. She wasn't feeling well at all. She was stared at from all sides. But the faces all looked very nice. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad after all. <br />
"There is still a free seat next to Bra. You can sit there." Mr. Katsura pointed to a seat next to a turquoise-haired girl. Pan nodded and went to "her" place. Bra turned to her immediately. "Hi. My name is Bra." "Hi." "I hope you enjoy our school. Have you changed?" "Not exactly. Actually, I should only be in the 10th grade now, but my teachers at junior high said that , I would be so smart, I could skip a class. I didn't want to at first, but everyone said I should do it and ..... well ..... here I am. "" Wow . I wouldn't have dared to do that. "<br />
Mr. Katsura, who had meanwhile turned to the table, turned back.“It's nice that you two get on so well right away, but I'd like to start math now.” “Uh ... yes, sorry.” Bra and Pan blushed and quickly looked at the blackboard. <br />
"Thanks." Mr. Katsura had to smile. He took a piece of chalk and started writing various formulas on the blackboard. <br />
During the lesson, Pan looked over at Bra several times, who then smiled back at her. <br />
'She seems really very nice. Maybe we'll become friends. 'Pan's uneasy feeling faded more and more. By now she was sure that when she got used to everything she would definitely feel good. <br />
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When the lesson was over, Mr. Katsura came up to Pan again. "I hope that you have settled in a bit in the last lesson and that you have got along well with the subject matter. The other teachers also know that you will be in this class from today, so you don't have to say anything. My colleagues will already be from to come to you alone." "OK. "" Well then, I wish you a nice day at school and say greetings to your parents for me. " "My parents? Do you know her? "" Gohan and Videl? Yes. We went to school here together back then. I haven't seen your father since graduation. I wanted to get in touch with him several times, but I just couldn't find the time. The study took up all of my time. I wanted to know how he and Videl are doing. We were all very surprised when we heard that they wanted to get married and that they were going to be parents too. You were both very young. "<br />
Want, Pan grinned at the word. She knew the story that her grandma had more or less forced them to do it. But well, after all, her parents had agreed, so there had to be something to the 'want'. <br />
"But we were all very happy for her, except for one who was very depressed about it. He himself had been in love with your mother for a long time (well, you know who I mean?* g * I'll give you a tip: He had long blonde hair), but she always let him down. "He looked at the clock." Oh dear, I've been talking here for ages again. I should go on slowly, the break will be over soon. So bye. " "Bye. "<br />
As soon as Mr. Katsura was gone, the other classmates came up to Pan and pestered her with questions: Why she was here now, whether she liked it here, etc. <br />
She would never have thought that she would be received so well. Pan was really happy and, above all, relieved. <br />
During the long break, she was shown around by Bra, who showed her everything. The two got along brilliantly and became friends more and more. <br />
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To be continued ... <br />
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So now you know a little more about the sequel to my last fic. <br />
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Now please write to me again which of the two fanfics ("When future and past meet ..." or "He loves her, he doesn't love her ...") you want to read first.I'll write the one with the most votes first. <br />
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See you then, <br />
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your Chichi_17 <br />
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