Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Butterfly ❯ Meeting Hope ( Chapter 2 )

Butterfly

Bulma Briefs walked confidently into her English classroom and took her usual seat - one from the end on the back row. The Teacher - Mrs Dixon - followed in a moment later with a dark haired girl in tow. She turned on her heel to face the class and Bulma noticed the ever-present twitch on Mrs Dixon's face surface.

"Class!" she shouted above the class' noise. She waited for the chatter to die down before starting again, "This young lady is your new classmate. Her name is Hope and you shall treat her with care and respect."

Turning to face the smirking face of Hope she commanded, "You will sit there. Last desk on the back row."

Hope's gaze followed the teachers to see her seat. She slinked over to her desk, dropped her bag and sat down.

"Hi. I'm Bulma. Pleased to meet you."

"Hi. I am, as previously stated, Hope."

"Ms Briefs, I don't want you to try and get our new student in trouble in her first class by yapping throughout my lesson."

"Sorry Mrs Dixon."

The teacher carried on instructing the class and eventually exited the room.

"Where's she gone?" asked Hope to no one in particular. Bulma chose to answer her.

"Either for a quick smoke or a short fuck with a geography teacher - male or female."

"Ew."

A few seconds passed. A fly entered the classroom but not much else happened

"And what's with the twitch?"

"It's her coffee demon. I named him George. He chooses to surface at any moment. Sometimes he gets so bad she has to go outside till it stops. It's `cos she drinks so much coffee."

"Freaky."

"Uhuh."

"Bulma… Are you going to this party tonight? The one ate Tristan's. I think that was his name anyway."

"I might…"

Before she could explain why the teacher returned. Her grey hair was a mess and she was missing a red button on her orange shirt. You would have to have been blind not to spot the pack of cigarettes in her pocket.

"So," she said breathlessly, "I'll be coming round to check your poems.

"Oh shit! I haven't…"

The teacher materialised by her side.

"First of all, Ms Briefs, I do not expect you to use that kind of language, and second of all, where is your poem?"

Before Bulma could form a believable excuse Mrs Dixon said,

"You've been talking, haven't you? How selfish of you to have stopped Hope writing hers as well. Go to the Principals office!"

Bulma slung her bag up on her shoulder, picked up her books and wandered out of the classroom.

"A definite bad start to the day," she muttered to herself.

Her footsteps echoed down the empty corridor.