Love, Hate and Magic

Prologue:

"Alright, dear. Have a good first day of school," Mrs. Briefs called as her daughter jumped in her car and set up the GPS for Orange Star High School. She knew that her parents would be worried and all, but it was natural for them. Besides, it technically was her first day of school… ever. Living a life of travelling and adventure was certainly interesting, especially when your parents were your teachers. If they were in the mood, they could just say that school was cancelled and you could just run back upstairs and listen to music or something. Yup, that was the life.

The previous day, Bulma Briefs had researched some things that a person would need to know when going to a high school. She read a few things about how important your grades in high school were, but that was the boring part. Apparently, there were different groups of people, and you had to choose which one suited you best. She came to the official conclusion that a high school was the same as the wild. There were fights. There was drama- which she had learned was the word for girls who cared about unimportant things. There were teachers- the dictators; the people who had to be where they were and couldn't just send you back up to your room. These were actual adults. A few of the things she read defined them as scary creatures. Some said that they picked favorite students and were nasty to everyone else.

Unfortunately, Bulma never really had a lot of connections with other people her age. Travelling with her parents, she rarely ever saw someone her own age, let alone talked to them.

Mr. Briefs was a researcher for some scientific company. Bulma could never remember the name of it though. It took their family to all corners of the world. Mrs. Briefs was an artist with great skill. She was so talented that people from around the planet would call her and request a painting or something. Once, her mother was asked to paint a mansion for royalty. They had stayed in England a few times for over three months. That was about the limit for staying anywhere when it came to her parents' work.

But now, her parents decided that Bulma needed more social activity, so they bought a house and promised to be home at least once every couple months to check up on her. Of course, the idea made Bulma nervous at first because she would be all alone for such a long period of time, but then she adjusted and found that she would probably enjoy the solitude. She would be able to do anything she wanted whenever she wanted. No more rules. Well, she never really had any rules anyway, so that didn't matter.

The idea of being in a building filled with teens her age for seven hours, five days a week, was the part that spurred her anxiety. She wouldn't have her parents to talk to or to complain to. It was nerve-racking. Especially because she wasn't used to taking to people who liked different things than her. She was interested in engineering sciences and art, like sculptures and paintings. She didn't even know if anyone in the high school would like that stuff. Besides, what did teenagers even talk about? Her parents hadn't given her much advice on making friends. Only about how important her grades were for her future. They never told her about what her social status would be in a high school. They said, "Bulma, you'll do fine. Don't worry about a single thing. Everyone will love you." But after doing her research on high schools, she learned about popularity and how important it was to some teenagers. Yes, she would embarrassingly admit it, she was scared out of her mind. She even found her hands shaking on the steering wheel as she pulled out of her new driveway, leaving her parents behind her, watching in the side mirror as they waved goodbye... They wouldn't be there when she got back.