Title: Love is a Cure
“Graduation”
Pairing: Goten x Trunks
Written by: camteen17
Published by: GotenBoner.com
I entered the high school and saw that they were handing out cap and gowns. I waited in line, and I didn’t look any different than I would any other day.
“Goten!” I heard from behind me.
Run!! I thought, but the words just wouldn’t leave my mouth.
“Trunks” I said flatly.
“Look, I need to talk to you after this” he said.
He looked sincere and I wanted to tell him okay. But I wasn’t in control. I hated every moment of this. I can’t believe this is actually happening.
“Fine” I said sort of in a snobby tone.
We got our cap and gowns on and just sat as they started to announce me as valid victorian.
“Son Goten, would you please come up and address your class” the principal said with a smile.
I walked up to the podium and just stared into the audience. I knew what I was about to say and it sounded like something I would say.
“Highschool. This word is one that I have a love hate relationship with. Its in a term ” the best of times and the worst of times”. I know along with most of my peers that this was just the beginning. After this none of us know what lies ahead. But thats the fun of life, not knowing is always the best part. Either way, weve come tbsi far, Congratulations graduating class or Orange Star High, we did it” I said then walked away from the podium.
“Thank you, Goten, Now for our graduating class” the principal said.
“Fujukimi Hirosami”
“Satori Giama”
“Arata Nikuma”
“Koi Dasami”
“Malenea Jukamera”
“Son Goten” I walked up the stairs again and received my diploma and stood as she called more names.
“Trunks Briefs” she finally said and I saw him in his get up, he was attractive.
He came and stood in the line. We were quite a small class where everyone knew everyone. But yet we still had factions.
We had nerds, jocks, goths, emos, and even the normal kids. The nerds were the kids with lots of acne and glasses (even if they weren’t that nerdy). The jocks were anyone who played a sport. The goths were the kids that did drugs on dark cloths behind the school. The Emos were those kids that were always wearing long sleeve shirts and listening to sad music. The normies were everyone else.
“Sankimuno Karibi”
“Hinkmunea Karibi”
Those two were my friends and they were twin brothers. I wish I had a twin sometimes, but then my mother would yell at him too. I couldn’t deal with someone I cared about being yelled at.
The ceremony finished up, and I awaited Trunks outside. I sensed the crowd around and my family was nowhere in the crowd. Figures, my dad’s at work, my mom is at home, and my brother was at work too. Trunks was walking over and I just wanted to warn him, tell him to leave, but I wasn’t in control.
Author’s Note: so this is just a filler chapter, that’s why it was so long but this was nothing really important, or maybe it is.
