Shhhhhh.... No one tell and this may not weigh down on my conscious since I state time and time again that I am NOT going to write anymore stories until I'm done with at least one of the stories I've already started. WRONG! This idea kind of sprung itself upon my unsuspecting mind and I couldn't let it slide. So I figured what the hell might as well see what y'all think. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Sorry and offense, but this is stupid. I don't care what y'all think no creator of anime is going to write a fanfiction on their own show. They don't have to, they can just choose to make it a show. So why do we need to write this? Answer me that.

Chapter 1- Glimpse of My Life.

By: CowgirlUSA

Dear Diary,

    My school is hell. That's it, plain and simple. The cafeteria smells terrible, the girls are bitches and well, the boys just think with their dicks. You see Maria is one of the plastics(Mean Girls' word I LOVE that movie!), in fact she's the leader, and is out to terrorize my existence.

PLASTICS:

Maria Alan- Major bitch and the slut of the school.

Nancy Salomon- Major bitch and slut's right hand girl, she waits on her hand and foot as if Maria is queen.

Betsy Daniels- The dunce of the group and major dits.

Valerie Falcon- Gossip queen of Japan, no doubts, she actually entered a contest on who knew the most about the goings on of their school, she won.

Courtney Graham- Stylist fanatic, knows the latest fashions and advises everyone she meets what's wrong with their attire

Xenia Hamilton- Does the name sound tuff? Well she is. She's the gothic of the plastics, I know it sounds weird, but supposedly she's like a vampire or witch or something, no I'm not kidding. And since she was so freaky, they actually thought her cool, okay?

Zena Jetson-Now this girl has some problems, she's been through depression, lost her virginity at the age of ten, believe me it's as gross as it sounds, she has a job, good right? Wrong! She's a stripper at a local, adult only bar down the street, and right now is suffering from an eating disorder. Ok, so maybe she's the slut of the school, but at least she's nicer that the queen.

And how do I know all of this you ask? Well let's just say one of my best friends is a plastic. Oh wait, I didn't mention her, oops! Well her name is Bra Briefs, she's the plastic that has the money, the cool everything. I know she suppose to be my best friend, and I guess she is as far as the girl society of friends go, but when at school, I don't exist.

NERDS/DORKS:

Amy Quigley- Science wiz, I mean she knows all of Newton's Laws and the entire Element Table. If you point to a star in the sky, she can name it and tell it's history.

Sam Winkle-Math genius. He's in the 8th grade and is already doing calculous with ease, and probably be at a higher level if my school had one.

Didi Ever-a.k.a. THE DICTIONARY. I swear she reads that thing all the time, she knows every word known to society, knowsw what it means, and knows how to spell it. She knows where it originated, and knows if it is a noun, verb, etc.

Frederick Richardson- History. He knows every date, name, paragraph, picture, and if someone broke a nail, I think he knows that too. These kids have way too much free time!

JOCKS:

Georgina Tucker- Volleyball star. Can spike, serve, and plow that ball over the net like a pro. No exaggeration.

Harry Yellow-Football wonder. He has made more touchdowns than the entire Buccaneers have put together. Woah!

Jessie Underwood-Softball freak. She's the captain, best pitcher, fastest runner, and when the game is tied, they rely on her to bat and put the opposing team in their place.

Ken Ingrem-Swimming champion. He has more medals that my entire room could hold, and more trophies than my house could handle.

Lola Oak-Track dream. She has the longest endurance I've ever seen, she's faster that Jessie Underwood, and can throw farther than 90 ft. with ease. I swear they're all aliens!

Quince Pippins- Weird name, yes. 3rd hottest guy in school, yes that's right, he's only the 3rd hottest, coming ahead of him is Goten Son in second, a junior, and coming in 1st is Trunks Briefs, a junior as well. Now back to Quince, he's into baseball. To sum it all up, he's the best. The best of the best.

GOTHS/PUNKS/OR JUST PLAIN FREAKS:

Wilma Zealand- She has every piercing and tattoo ever thought of. She has died her hair black with orange tips. She surprisingly does not wear black, she wears orange. All orange. Apparently, she believes that pumpkins, that's right pumpkins, are to be worshiped.

Ernie X-That's his entire last name, no jokes. He wears all red, his once blonde hair, now looks of pastel red. He believes that hell is actually the glory, they just named it bad so to fool people. Why? No clue. He usually is dressed with a red and black shirt with a skull and fire around it. Black jeans with many chains, black fingernails, red lipstick, and a red and black choker.

Rita Coastal-This girl wears black dresses with frayed ends that touch the ground, black lipstick, black eye shadow, pale white face, skull ear rings, and carries around a book of potions all day long. And her glares could kill, literally. There was this freshmen last year who had a bad omen as she puts it, and three days later he was found face down on a road with a knife in his heart. Coincidence? I don't think so.

Terri Vesicle- Has a strange look to him. He has extremely long canines, and seems to dislike the sun. He doesn't die from it, but it seems to make him uncomfortable. He wears Black, Blood Red, and Skulls. Skulls are a favorite it seems.

Yuline Barter-Thinks she is a ghost that was granted a second chance. She keeps telling everyone about her past haunting and how she feels oh so regretful. She wears completely white and even had her hair died a ghastly white as well. Her light blue eyes expressionless..

Uegine Net-Is gay. He's so much so, that he has taken up dressing up in the Girls Locker Room. I don't mind him being gay, or even using the girls restroom. But the girls locker room is a bit far. Can you imagine what it is like to dress in the same room as a guy, even though he is that way?

Ida Marshall-She is a lesbian. She's pretty cool, actually. Except she has taken up the past time of stalking me. Kind of creepy. I mean I'm actually the ugliest girl in school, I mean Wilma is prettier that me. Sad, but true. And why has she chosen me? I guess I'm cursed.

And dear reader where does that leave little ole me? Well I'm in a class of my own. Ok, not alone. The guy that sits beside me is the only one in my situation. I just hope I'm cooler than he is because at the moment he is staring at me and picking his nose. A real turn on, huh ladies? YUCK! You do realize I was being sarcastic before right? It's not a turn on.

JUST PLAIN OUTCASTS:

Ollie Madison- Nose picker, and total weirdo. And why do you ask is he is this category and not in 'GOTHS/PUNKS/OR JUST PLAIN FREAKS'? It's because they even ignore him, that's pretty pitiful huh?

Myself- The writer, the tomboy, the outcast. I actually could be with one of the groups, the one Ollie couldn't get into, but I don't think I want anything to do with them. No thanks! Count me out! So here I am, living my life. Writing in my journal as the teacher goes on and on.

One more thing before I go. I just wanted to let you know, that I'm in the 8th grade and will be joining the mad rush of highschool soon. You see, this is the second to the last day of school. I graduate tonight and then the final day tomorrow. But dear friend do not fret, I will not suffer any longer after this year. I have found away out. NO, I'm not suicidal. I promise. I've found a school in America that looks like the perfect place for me. I'm going to tell my parents about it soon, just not right tonight. After the last day of school. It's perfect, it is a boarding school for young teens, and I have a good enough I.Q. to go. My parents will object at first until I explain the academic pluses, even though they want me to go here since this is where they went, my education is far more important to them. And to answer any question about how the school was when my parents attended, well, it was definitely different. A perfect school. Ideal. Well it has changed. But no matter what I tell them, they wave it off with their hands. I must go, I believe the teacher is getting suspicious, since he has stopped writing notes on the board long ago, and probably guessing that I was not taking them. Until I write again.

The Faithful Writer

Just as I stopped writing in my worn out old journal the bell rang. Putting my supplies into my pack I looked about the room, waiting for the doorway to clear as the students shoved through, usually three at a time, and two are a squeeze. Feeling hot breath upon my ear, I freeze, dreading the upcoming event.

"Hey, babe, ya wanta do somethin' tonight? Ida's try to be husky voice whispered, as she leaned over my shoulder.

"No thanks," I said simply, and stood to leave. As I was about to disperse out of the dreadful room, the teacher called me back.

"Miss. Son!" the teacher shouted, which he didn't have to do with my acute hearing. Stopping and muttering I stalked over to his over piled desk and stopped.

"Pan, I noticed you didn't notice me handing out tests and you not receiving one," the teacher commented and I blushed.

"It's alright, it's alright. I know you were probably writing again. I just wanted to present this myself, it was a work of art, none better," the teacher said with a grin, as he handed me the three pages into my hands.

"Thanks," was my simple reply, I was speechless.

"Pan, I would like you to talk to your parents about finding a better situation than the one you are in now. I know what this dump is like, and know you deserve far more. This place cannot meet your needs, and highly encourage that you leave before your highschool years," the teacher said.

"I know sir, and I plan this to be my last days in this horrid school. I am going to be shortly in the process of relocating, hopefully. I am going to try, on the last day school, to persuade my parents to let me travel to America and stay at a highly recommended boarding school," I explained with hope.

"I wish you luck, and wish to not see you here this following year. I would miss you and your work, but I think it the best," he said as he dismissed me from our meeting.

"As do I sir, as do I," replied as I walked off down the hall, to my locker, this was the conversational portion of school. I don't know why they call it lunch, no one eats, well, except for my Uncle Goten, but that's another story.

Walking into the over populated putrid cafeteria, I passed by the popular boys' table, many of them acting like monkeys in a zoo, wishing to be free of it's prison like structure.

"Hey, Pan!" I heard a voice holler my name, realizing it was one of the few people who were my true friends I stepped towards the front of the table.

"What Trunks?" I asked, my stomach growling lightly, protesting it's postponement of food.

Chuckling lightly to himself, as his Saiyan hearing allowed to hear my eager stomach. "Hungry? You going to get something from up there?" he asked as he nodded to the dreaded line.

"No, are you kidding! There is no way I can survive that crap. No one can! Well, except Goten, that is," I said as I smirked at my uncle who was now stuffing his face with the ghastly concoction.

"Well, anyways, are you gonna be by tonight? I didn't know whether to expect you or not, since you got that graduation tonight," Trunks said as his friends, went on jumping on the tables, literally.

"No, I doubt it anyways," I said as we waved goodbye to each other and I strolled off.

"Oh yeah! Congrats, on the editorial. I read it, awesome!" Trunks and Goten shouted above the roaring crowd so I could hear clearly.

"THANKS!" I yelled back as I jogged towards the snack machine, hoping to get something nutritious in my belly before the next class began.

Selecting my choice, I ran to my locker hearing the bell ring once again. The day was half over, but yet it had just begun. I just kept the thought that this could be my last days running down these hallways, lifting my spirits. A small smile spread across my face at the prospect, no longer would I be scorned. I would fit in. Because at the school I selected I could act as tomboyish as I pleased, and actually the less girly the better. For the school I wanted to go to was an all boy school. Of course that would be one of the things I left out, when telling my parents. I had to go undercover. Undercover as a guy. For the next four years, this is how it would be. And I was looking forward to 100.

Well that's it! 5 pages and it's 12:09 a.m. Big Yawn. I hope you like my new story as much as I like writing it . If you have any questions don't be afraid to ask for I shall gladly reply. I do except constructive criticism, but no flaming for I will flame beck ten times as bad. I don't take that stuff well since it was my idea, not their's. Until the next time friends. See ya!

This song below is sung by a country artist know as Gary Allan. Her Man (Kent M. Robbins) I'm gonna change my ways of 'doin things around here I'm turning over a new leaf ,gonna get my self in gear 'Cause I've got a woman who's better then most, and I've made a mess of her plans Starting today ,all I'm gonna be is her man 'Cause I've been a wild catter, and a go-go getter Been an S.O.B. right down to the letter I've had misadventures, I've even got pictures I'm even more than I can stand But startin today, all I'm gonna be is her man I'm gonna give it all back, cause all I've done is take Well I've put her on the back burner while I was out on the make But I've got a woman who's good enough to give me A second chance again And startin today, all I'm gonna be is her man 'Cause I've been a wild catter, and a go-go getter Been an S.O.B. right down to the letter I've had misadventures, I've even got pictures I'm even more than I can stand But startin today, all I'm gonna be is her man I'm a little bit late but I'm wisin up Now I'm takin her by the hand And startin today, all I'm gonna be is her man

CowgirlUSA