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 Posted: Sat May 20, 2006 7:50 pm
The local high school. This is where those characters who are high school age will attend school. It's your average school, right down to the tripping hippies in the rest rooms...
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 9:42 pm
 Xander walked in a few minutes before the bell. Just like he liked it. Early enough to not worry. He doesn't like trouble...during NORMAL life.
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 10:02 pm
Jay was an hour early to school, as usual, because her father liked it that way. So she sat in his classroom while he graded papers and she continued to read the book she had started this morning. Her hand fumbled with air without her lighter, though, and she became increasingly more agitated until the bell finally rang telling her that she had about 10 minutes to get to class. She again, gathered her things and walked to her first period class, History. She had classes with almost all the same people, except for language, when they split into classes of French, Spanish, Latin, and Russian for third period. She was a french student, though no longer by choice, French was just too romantic for her. She had been burned too many times. Lunch didn't taste like anything that should be called food, and she was glad she had an apple in her backpack for just such an occaision. Rather than downing the styrofoam lunch the cafeteria staff handed her, she forked over a dollar and twenty-five cents for a powerade and munch contentedetly at the apple, reading more of her book. After lunch it was back to finish french class, then after French it was off to Biology where she finished her book, and then into English to discuss it with her teacher. It was just like any other day of her existance, tedious, boring, and uninteresting. Cait, one of her best friends, looked tired and strung out on Caffeine, which was nothing new, and her teachers droned on about subjects that didn't interest her. Even though it was supposed to be exam day, and she wasn't supposed to have exams in the BTY program (because her classes continued into the next year) her teachers still made them come in to "review", go over summer assignments, and fit in any last minute lessons of the year. Jay mostly just made mental notes to never discuss any of these things after high school and stared out the window at trees, hoping that just maybe there would be something worth burning after she went back to her ship that afternoon, like a book, or a photograph she hadn't found yet...or maybe she could just burn the ship itself.
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 10:21 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 5:56 am
School was nothing new...again. Exams in; History, Calculus, Physics, and Latin. All easy, except for the Calculus. That was challenging. For lunch he brought a sandwich and some fruit. Better than the food that had WRAPPERS that tasted better than the actual stuff the cafeteria served. He seriously considered using the time elapse he'd been saving up...but decided against it. Monotonus as existance was he atleast could look forward to going to Area 42 at 6...He walked straight out the school door the second the final bell rang.
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Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 7:45 pm
 "This is it," he thought to himself, "calm...quiet...relaxed." This may have been what he was saying in his mind as he rode the bus to school, but in reality Philip Melaas was in a violent state of panic. For Philip, this day was the day of finals. A whole year of working and suffering had come down to this. His history final that day would judge the ultimate outcome of whether he would pass the class with a D and be yelled at by his mother and be the shame of the whole family or if he would fail his Junior year and have to retake it, becoming the shame of the whole family. Either way, someone was going to be very angry with him.
His first period final went over well, mainly because it wasn't really an exam as much as it was a presentation on proper lighting in movies. Cinematography was Philip's greatest gift, so he didn't really have any problem with it. The German exam went well, too, due to Philip's excellent grasp of the language. Unfortunately, that's where the good times ended.
Third period was Physics, one of the hardest classes for Philip to grasp. The first thing he saw during the test was a page with a lot of odd symbols and scientific equations on it. Luckily, though, his teacher was a bit gullible and he tricked her into giving him a few answers. She was a nice teacher and Philip hated doing that to her, but what choice did he have?
Fourth period...history. This was it. This was the test to end all test...or more likely end him. The teacher gave him and every other student no less than TWO scan sheets, each with 100 little lines of bubbles on them labeled A, B, C, D, and E. This final seemed to take forever. At a few points in the test, he looked over at another student's sheet, but only to see if he was caught up with the rest of the class. If there was one thing Philip hated, it was being left behind. Surprisingly, he had finished most of the test without much trouble...until the end, that is. A bunch of gibberish questions about the Clinton administration, Ronald Reagan, and a Hooters. It might have said "Hooters", or maybe "Hoover". Philip wasn't really sure because he was just guessing the last few answers. Finally, it was over. He handed the test in, hoped for the best, and expected the worst.
For lunch that day? Nothing. Just walking around in circles like he did during every lunch break.
The tests after that weren't much of a problem...except that for his trigonometry final, Philip quite literally only knew ONE answer. He either guessed the others or left them blank, hoping to get the right answer and spending more time calculating the chances of getting the answer right than calculating the actual answer.
The English final wasn't too difficult. All Philip really had to do was read a short story about some Chinese girl who played chess and almost became a Grand Master at the age of ten or something and whatever. Then he had to make up nonsense about character analysis, symbols, and the theme. Once again, he hoped for the best and expected the worst.
As he boarded his school bus bound for his mother's house that afternoon, his head was full of thoughts such as "Did I get that answer right? It seemed pretty obvious, I'm not sure." or, "wait a minute, so THAT's who signed the release of the Pentagon Papers." or other nonsense he never needed to remember and even, "Do I really have a purpose, or was I just born to do finals and take care of my mother's children?" He had noticed that barely anyone had made fun of him all day. Or maybe they did. He was probably too distracted by his failure to notice.
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 8:04 am
Katia was sitting in her English class, but she wasn't really paying attention to what the teacher was saying. They were on the subject of Shakespeare, not really the ideal book that Katia would want to read. She had always found it boring. She had tried to take an interest in his writing but it seemed that she had failed with that. Even the books that had modern English in them seemed not to help either. So now Katia had turned to drawing in her notebook. The drawing that she had on the page was nothing special. It just showed a Japanese style drawing of herself in a black cloak with a black mask on her face. Katia had thought that wearing a black cloak with her mask would look cool if she appeared on the scene where there was an evil villain(oh yes, she was that fond of the colour black that she was even going to have it in her costume). Unfortunately though she has yet to come across that opportunity. And there was also the problem of having to carry a cloak all around with her without making her friends suspicious. Katia had never thought that superheros had this much problem when it came to the costume. Her grey eyes then looked down at her little drawing and a heavy sigh escaped her lips. I wander how the League of Special Individuals managed to wear their costumes? she wandered. Though Katia had never met anyone from the league(or anyone else that had special powers for that matter), she was sure that some of them wore costumes. Suddenly the sound of the bell went, causing Katia to jump slightly in surprise and to snap out of her thought. Katia left her English classroom with her things in her backpack and started to walk down to hallway towards her locker when she stopped upon noticing a jock guy was bullying a poor defenceless kid. In an instant she felt anger raise within her. If I use my powers I could send him flying down the hallway she thought as her mouth switched into a slight smirk at the mere thought of it. But then suddenly realized what she had thought and what she was urging to do. No, don't you dare! That would be wrong Katia told herself mentally as she squeezed her hand into a fist so tight her fingers were digging into her palm. Just keep on walking, keep on walking she told herself again and she did, though she felt a bit shaky. Once she got to her locker, she turned the tail to put her componation then when she heard a click, she opened it. I can't believe I actually even thought of that she thought with discuse in herself as she literally threw in her English textbooks in her locker before shutting it. "Hey, Katia!" she suddenly heard a familiar voice and Katia turned round to see a blonde girl that had her hair up in a ponytail and a tall girl that had short, black hair. "Oh hey, Holly, hey Jo" Katia greeted back with a slight smile spread across her lips. "Me and Jo are going to the cafeteria, you wanna come with?" Holly asked. "Yeah, sure, but I have to head to the library first to do some quick research, so you guys go on ahead. I'll meet you there" Katia replied. "Okay" Holly said then her and Jo made their way to the cafeteria. Katia swung her backpack over one of her shoulders then went up a nearby flight of stairs towards the school's library. Once there she went to the reception and asked if there was a computer available. The reception woman told her that the number eight computer was available. Katia then handed in her student card and went over to the computer that the reception lady had told her about. She logged in but had to wait patiently for a few minutes as it so(the school computers were quite slow at logging people in). Afterwards she clicked on the Internet and typed in the URL address to the website, Google. Once there she typed in the search engine bar, 'The League of Special Individuals' then pressed the Enter key button. Though after a while of searching it seemed that none of the websites that Google had provided her didn't seem to find what she was looking for. "Strange..." Katia mumbled to herself as she frowned with puzzlement at the computer screen. Usually Google at least found one or two websites that people are looking for, but none? That just seemed abnormal, weird. Obvious the League of Special Individuals doesn't want anyone finding out about them at all. Deciding to log off, Katia grabbed her backpack then got back her student card from the reception and left the library to join her friends for lunch.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 11:59 pm
<<< Previously Scott was late on a Thursday- five minutes late, as usual, though for a different reason than normal; he had had something of a rough night and needed something to cover his bruises, and cover for his singed hair. As the stares from his first period teacher showed, he wasn't exactly successful. How did the rest of the spandex convention do it, anyway? Was there like, some sort of medical kit they had, with super spandex bandages? Well, he supposed he'd have to field the uncomfortable questions from the counseling staff later. Scott's parents were angels, of course- they did everything by the starched-shirt book... But he reviewed the various reactions that 'Well, I'm actually one of that spandex convention you see on Q News. I don't have a name yet, but I'm out and doing,' would get. None of them were very good, at all. He could say he got into a fight at the Game Shack, but that seemed as likely as him being an adventurer. Scott refused, as yet, to use the term 'superhero'. It was hokey, and he would hardly classify what he'd done so far as 'heroic'. Ever. Let other people call him a hero or a villain. As for Scott, he would just... Be. His thoughts turned to Jay, as they usually did about this time while settling into the lecture. He shook his head to clear it. She hadn't been seen- neither hide nor hair- for a couple days. Scott resolved to ask her friend Kait about it when he had a chance. Man, if there was any person who didn't need powers, it was him.
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 4:25 pm
A million passing acquaintances, all alike in their indignity at being, well, passed by. Scott had bigger fish to fry. He tried in vain to wipe the sleep from his eyes once more. The counseling session had not gone well, to say the least. How was it that he managed to hide everything from his parents, but the school went completely apeshit? His mind wandered to thousands of different explanations. He wondered how much his parents actually cared. A shrug- it could be dealt with another time. He brushed a window with his hand, a paisley fractal there appearing in slightly etched frost. When it resolved itself, it was a rose. Written at the bottom, in similarly fractal curves, was one word: "Fridge". Scott smiled. The ultimate form of graffiti. Untraceable. Unprovable. And ultimately beautiful in ways no one could ever hope to match.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 7:46 pm
Scott blinked as he realized that it was June. Damn. Summer school was doing a number on him. Damn those detention hours. And worse, he wasn't getting credit for these classes. On the upside, because he was technically serving detention in all those classes he was taking, it meant he didn't have to bother with silly things like homework, or studying, or taking any damn tests. The Dean! Dammit, they'd just let everyone out, what was he doing in the entryway? "MacArthur!" Scott winced, idly ticking through what he could have possibly done wrong. "Yes, sir?" "My office, please." Scott seethed as he followed the Dean into an office that was built during the public building craze of the fifties. "Seat." The dean was a tall, balding man. Word around campus was that he was a formar drill sargeant. Scott knew better- he was former NYPD, as anyone could tell from the certificates on the wall. "What is it now, sir?" "You're not turning in your assignments." "If you recall, I don't have to. It's detention. What that means is that I'm supposed to sit down, shut up, and be sullen, as you've reminded me on several occasions." The Dean's eyes narrowed. "Are you talking back?" "Oh, yes," Scott said, rolling his eyes. "God forbid I should think for myself. So how many hours are you adding this time to make up for the fact that my parents got chosen for Homecoming Couple over you? Five? Ten?" He smirked as he saw the Dean's face screw up a few notches. Looks like I scored a point. "It was twenty years ago, sir, and really not my problem- or yours. So, you know what? Add whatever hours you like, on whatever trumped up charge that you don't get any other student on. It's not like I'm not here all summer anyway. Are we done?" Scott got up to leave. "Sit- back- down- MacArthur. That's not why I called you in. I got an odd report from the counseling office... You've been in some kind of fight?" "Like I told them, I've been doing volunteer work at the library. I dropped some books. Get over yourselves." "I wish you wouldn't defend your attackers like this-" Scott snickered. "Okay, you want names? Fine. There was Scarlett Letter, and-" "You know what? Fine. Just go. And an extra hour of detention for your smart mouth." Scott noted he was getting off light... And so he decided to go see if he could pick up some leads about Jay with her parents or friends. Maybe it even had something to do with that barney happening back at DWHAM.
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 3:25 pm
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2007 2:39 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2007 9:54 am
(This post takes place before Jonathan Johnson's, aka Doctor Clean's death)"Now class! I have some very exciting news! We shall hear from none other than Mr. Drew Dubberberry! A world famous scientist residing right here in Delmor and he works at none other than Snottsborn Industries! Let's give him a hand!" Drew heard the class give a thunderous appalause as he entered the room. He saw all the kids eager little faces as the applause died down. A bead of sweat dribbled down his face. 'It was usually Jon who gave these talks to science classes!' Drew thought. Yes. It was true that Delmor Free Acamdemy had asked Snottsborn Industries once again to give a talk to all the science classes about the new and exciting things that were being discovered every year. Usually it was Jonathan Johnson that gave the talks, but not today. Jon had been missing for quite some time and Mr. Snottsborn gave the duty to Drew to go talk to the classes. Drew looked around the room and spoke louder than he intended. "Hello class! I am, as you have just heard, Drew Dubberberry of Snottsborn Industries and I am here today to..." A kid suddenly shot up his hand and screamed, "Isn't it true that you used to work with Jonathan Johnson, who is none other than the super-hero Doctor Clean?" Drew was went speechless for a moment and then answered, "Yes. Yes I did," in a solemn tone. The kid spoke up again and said all at once, "Where is he now? What's he doing? Wasn't he your best friend? Are you trying to find him? Do you even care?" Drew looked at the kid and suddenly, rage poured through his veins. His face got red and he suddenly leapt at the kid and grabbed his throat. "YOU OBNOXIOUS PIECE OF CRAP! SHUT THE HELL UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE! I DON'T KNOW WHERE THIS DOCTOR CLEAN IS BUT I CAN ASSURE YOU I AM HARD AT WORK FINDING HIM!" The teacher ran to the kid's aid and pulled Drew off of the boy. The boy gasped for breath and then punched Drew square in the jaw. The teacher seemed to not notice this... or care about it and continued dragging Drew out of the room. "Good day to you Mr. Dubberberry!" she said before slamming the door shut on his face. Drew cursed himself and started towards the exit of the school. Exactly when he opened the door, his cell phone gave a loud ring in his pocket. He quickly took the phone out and looked at the caller ID. It read "Laura Listerine." Drew's heart gave a skip and he opened the phone.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2007 8:45 pm
(This post again takes place before Doctor Clean's death)"Hello?" Drew answered the phone. "Drew! Drew I have big news...." Laura sweet voice rang through the speaker. "Laura!" Drew exclaimed. "You are on the clock right now! You can't afford to be on the phone with me right now! You always say you have big news and it's never as big as you seem to make it and..." "No Drew! It is huge! I've found him!" When Laura said this, Drew's heart gave another leap. After about a month and a half of searching, Laura had finally found out where Jonathan Johnson, or as he was now called "Doctor Clean" was. The constant searching would soon be over. "Where is he?" Drew asked Laura. "Reports say that there is a huge brawl going down at Channel Q News Station. There are a bunch of super-human beings there and Jon or as they reported... Doctor Clean... is one of the beings there! I'd go and try to get him out of there, but I'm on duty and the Army is there dealing with the situation as we speak." Laura said in one huge breath. Drew paused for a moments time and then lettingo ut a breath said, "I'll go! I'm gonig to see if I can try to get him out of there before anything worse happens. Thanks for the tip-off Laura! We almost have him back now! It's only a matter of time! I'll see you later!" "Drew!" Laura screamed over the phone before he hung up. "Odds are it'll be difficult to get Jon back with you. He ran away for a reason! Just... be careful Drew. I don't want to see you go either..." Drew smiled and then said, "Don't you worry about me Laura! Just get back to work and I'll see if I can bring our good friend home! I'll talk to you later!" With that, he hung up his phone and got in his car, making his way towards the Channel Q News Station. (Next post at Channel Q Broadcasting on page 12)
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Cait rushed out the door of her house to the school and tried to pull herself together. She was so angry with herself for staying up all night doing homework again, she had to learn to sleep at some point. Josh was also late coming out of his house that night, and he offered to drive her to school. Cait slept in the car, waking to find they had pulled into a parking space. Cait and Josh then split up to travel to their classes. He had mentioned something about "good luck on your finals" before wandering off and Cait wondered what he was talking about... She didn't have any finals, it was the...the...the last day of school! Cait celebrated inwardly, knowing that in approximately six hours she would be free from the establishment that had kept her jailed for so long. There was a reason she had had so much work to do, and it was because they were last minute assignments her teacher had to give! She couldn't beleive she had let it slip her mind, she had stayed up all night the night before finals! Oh, oh wait...She was in the BTY program, she didn't have any finals! Nope, she just had to sit through six hours of last minute lecturing before she walked home from school and started her summer assignments, how exciting! Always the over-acheiver, Cait couldn't wait to get a start on them, but for now, she was so tired, and she needed more coffee. 
