Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Final Fantasy VIII - 2 ❯ Zell's First Day ( Chapter 4 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Kizzycrew 
A chapter on how Zell is coping.
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Martial Arts / Fantasy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.10.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 375 | Visits: 232 | Status: Completed
A chapter on how Zell is coping.
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Martial Arts / Fantasy | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.10.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 375 | Visits: 232 | Status: Completed
Remember, I don't own Final Fantasy 8, Square-Enix does!
But, this IS an original story based on Final Fantasy 8, by me, Kizzycrew!
Any comments? Email Kizzycrew@hotmail.com!
Chapter 4 - Zell's first day.
'OK! I'm here!' Zell stated as he entered the main workshop of the small garage in Balamb.
Zell had been looking forward to his 1st day. He was sick of the younger classmen at the Garden.
He was also sick of Seifer, an annoyance that hadn't gone away, since he decided to stay in
Balamb too. He really didn't like that guy. Zell often thought that if he ever came in to get
his car fixed, that he'd cut his brakes. Zell liked that thought.
'OK then Zell' said Mike, the owner of the garage, 'You can start by moving those boxes to
the store room'
'Erm, what's in them? Old parts?' Zell didnt like the idea of shifting boxes. That wasn't
what he was here to do.
'No' said Mike, 'Paperwork. The store room is through that door' he said as he pointed towards
a sheet metal door at the end of the room.
'Then, i want you to go outside and talk to people. Try to get them to bring their cars in for
a tune-up'
'Ok' said Zell, and got on with it.
A few hours passed with Zell propper up by the wall, not getting any attention from the very
few people walking by. 'What did he expect?' Zell said to himself. 'This town houses about 20
people! Of course there's not going to be much buisiness here!'
Mike came outside. He'd been sitting in the office all day. He stood next to Zell and lit up
a cigarette. 'Lunch break Zell'
'AT LAST' Zell though as he was already halfway down the street. He walked into his house and
made himself a hot-dog. He didn't go back to the garage.
He sat in his room, looking at his gun rack, that was a gift from his Father. 'Is this where
pops would want me to be? What he'd want me to be doing?' he thought to himself.
'No f#@!ing way!' he said out loud, answering his own question.
He decided to pack his bags, and head for Deling City.
But, this IS an original story based on Final Fantasy 8, by me, Kizzycrew!
Any comments? Email Kizzycrew@hotmail.com!
Chapter 4 - Zell's first day.
'OK! I'm here!' Zell stated as he entered the main workshop of the small garage in Balamb.
Zell had been looking forward to his 1st day. He was sick of the younger classmen at the Garden.
He was also sick of Seifer, an annoyance that hadn't gone away, since he decided to stay in
Balamb too. He really didn't like that guy. Zell often thought that if he ever came in to get
his car fixed, that he'd cut his brakes. Zell liked that thought.
'OK then Zell' said Mike, the owner of the garage, 'You can start by moving those boxes to
the store room'
'Erm, what's in them? Old parts?' Zell didnt like the idea of shifting boxes. That wasn't
what he was here to do.
'No' said Mike, 'Paperwork. The store room is through that door' he said as he pointed towards
a sheet metal door at the end of the room.
'Then, i want you to go outside and talk to people. Try to get them to bring their cars in for
a tune-up'
'Ok' said Zell, and got on with it.
A few hours passed with Zell propper up by the wall, not getting any attention from the very
few people walking by. 'What did he expect?' Zell said to himself. 'This town houses about 20
people! Of course there's not going to be much buisiness here!'
Mike came outside. He'd been sitting in the office all day. He stood next to Zell and lit up
a cigarette. 'Lunch break Zell'
'AT LAST' Zell though as he was already halfway down the street. He walked into his house and
made himself a hot-dog. He didn't go back to the garage.
He sat in his room, looking at his gun rack, that was a gift from his Father. 'Is this where
pops would want me to be? What he'd want me to be doing?' he thought to himself.
'No f#@!ing way!' he said out loud, answering his own question.
He decided to pack his bags, and head for Deling City.