Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Dangerously close to my real life ❯ Chapter 5

Chapter 5-ARRRGGGHHHH!!!WHEN WILL THE NEW STOP?!?!

 

 

When they got to gym the teacher was busy speaking to another teacher. Hojo wandered over to where Chichi was standing. “How do you know how to sing like that?” he asked her, full of wonder and still amazed at her singing. “Well, I want to be a singer/songwriter when I grow up so I took classes and stuff. Currently I'm trying to write my own song. I want the title to be something like “God is a Dj” or something. And I also wanna be a dancer, but I dunno if I'm good enough. I practice and stuff though.” She said. “Jeez Chichi! You're so modest! You could make hundreds of records with that voice!! You'll go far in your life! Wish I could be like you.” Hojo trailed off wistfully. Chichi laughed. Their teacher was Mr. Kurgan. Basically it was just introduction. Big whoop. At that moment the bell finally rang. Chichi couldn't feel her stomach. She grabbed her lunch from her locker and fell in her chair in the class. In their seating plan, she was separated from Hojo and Sesshomaru. “Hey Chichi?” called Hojo. “Yeah?” she replied. “Do you still like Dragon Ball and Dragon Ball Z?” he grinned. “Actually, I like InuYasha, Pokémon, Ranma1/2, and like, thirty others.” she smirked. He rolled his eyes. “Hey! If you keep rolling your eyes like that, I'll roll them right back at you!” she warned him. “Yeah right! Like that's really gonna happen!” Hojo scoffed. She turned back to her lunch and heard Sesshomaru talking to the guy Chichi had bumped into (Yamcha Sutton).

“So, you're from John McCrae P.S.? How is it their?” Sesshomaru inquired. “It's okay, but some of the teachers were really strict. It wasn't as fun a you were thinking it might be.” Yamcha informed him. He got up from his chair to go throw something in the garbage. When he arrived back again he walked behind Chichi's chair. At that same moment she thrusted her chair back, not knowing he was behind her, and rammed her chair into him or more specifically his stomach. “Dooh!” he grunted. Chichi spun around so fast that she nearly had a whiplash. She saw him with one hand clenched to her chair and the other in a fist, banging his desk in agony. “OH MY GOD!! I'M SO SORRY!!!! ARE YOU OKAY!!!???” she told him. He stared at her. “Do I look fine?” he replied sarcastically. But he was laughing. “JEEZ!!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU??!! I THOUGHT I BROKE YOUR RIBS OR SOMETHING!!!” Chichi yelled at him. Nevertheless, she couldn't help but to laugh along. She glanced at her schedule. After recess, it was science, homeroom, and last period was MST. She didn't mind science. It was always fun to mix things together and see what turned out. Dringggggggg!!

Again, the scraping of chairs commenced as every kid in sight desperately scrambled for the exit. Now it was time for.... (drum roll) recess.