| Rascal got to her classroom and looked around.. It consisted of math posters and desks.. �Not interesting at all� she thought. She then saw a boy with lavender hair and decided that this person would be her new friend. She walked up to him. �Hi! I�m Rascal." �Oh. Er.. Hi.� Trunks said not looking up from the magazine he was reading. �And you are..?� �Oh.. I�m Trunks.� He looked up from his magazine directly at Rascal and stared mouth gaping. �Nice clothes.� Rascal looked at him curiously. �Nani? Why is your mouth hanging open?� �I was er.. Trying to umm.. er.. Trying to.. Trying.. To catch a fly?� Trunks stammered. �Why would you do that?� Rascal asked confused. �Oh for no particular reason I just like to do that. And it�s none of your business anyway.� Trunks replied trying to sound normal. �Okay..� The bell rang saving Trunks. He sighed and slid down further in his seat. �This will definitely be an interesting year..� A few minutes later.. �Ooo� What�s this contraption?� Rascal asked curiously turning the graphing calculator over in her hands. �It�s called a graphing calculator,� replied Trunks sarcastically. �What�s a graphing calculator? I don�t believe I�ve ever heard of this contraption before,� Rascal emphasized this by banging the calculator on the desk. �How does it work?� �First of all you use it for math and stuff, second, you don�t bang it on things, third you press the on button baka,� Trunks replied rolling his eyes and wondering where rascal�s sanity lied. �Oh.� �What school did you come from anyway?� Trunks inquired. �Umm.. I don�t rightly know. All I know is that there were a bunch of kids and they all liked blowing things up. Oh! I remember! They were trying to teach me something about Ki level or something like that. The teacher had told me I was a lost cause and I�d never be able to control me Ki. Little did he know I was doing it on purpose.� Rascal grinned maniacally. �I like to blow things up.� She stated. �er... Right, I shouldn�t have asked.� Trunks mumbled to himself. �Nani? Why wouldn�t you ask?� Rascal asked innocently. Trunks just proceeded to stare at rascal. �Nani?� �Time to start class,� Mr. Alfonso said. �Now take out your graphing calculators...� The counselor assigned Trunks the task of watching over Rascal and showing her around the school. His only reply was �Great, just what I needed.� His words dripping with sarcasm. �This is going to be a long day.� Needless to say the day went very badly for Trunks. �Hey, why don�t we glue the teacher to his chair?� Rascal begged. �No.� �Well why not? He really needs to sit down. Look! He�s all tired.� Rascal pleaded. �It�ll be fun.� �He�s only tired because of your continuous pranks on him all day long. It�s a wonder you�ve not been kicked out. As for me I�ll have no part in this. You�ve already gotten me into enough trouble. Mom�s going to kill me.� �Aww..� Rascal did it anyway. A few minutes later.. �Ahhh! I can�t get up from my chair! I�m stuck! Help! I�ll get you Rascal! I know you did this! As for you Trunks you�re going to get expelled!� Rascal decided to make a run for it. She ran the whole way home dragging a protesting Trunks along with her. |
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