ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Somethings Change Others Don't #2
- I jumped out of the car, bounding down the wet grass slope, trying not to slip and crash onto my rear like last year. I slid past the door, looking for a trashcan, to throw my half eaten apple into. There were none, so I crossed into my locker hallway, dodging people going the wrong direction. I cursed under my breath at an idiot that slowed down for no good reason that was appaerent, and side-stepped around her. I slid to a stop infront of my locker, and started fumbleing with the combo. I wrenched the locker open, quickly setting my 'Mood-o-Meter' to cranky. I threw open my backpack, yanking my red binder out. I picked up my backpack and pushed it into the locker. I snatched up my 'AlphaSmart' bag and closed my locker with a furious flat-handed punch. It clicked quitely closed as I scrambled to class. I walked into my Civics classroom, the desks were different. I spotted my name-tag on one of the desks in the corner next to Mrs.Knox's desk. I slid into my seat, sighing. JR waved at me from across the room. He held up his new AlphaSmart in one hand. "You get batteries for that thing yet?" I called, tucking my own AlphaSmart under my desk, placing the strap over my left knee. "Yep. You have to teach me about the hidden files though. We agreed." I nodded at him as Mrs.Knox called the class to order. Once again the obvous disrespect for the teachers by the 'neighborhood' kids was in full power. She ignored them and turned on the TV. I gave up on trying to hear the TV and pulled out my book. "Dragon and Slave" the cover read, "The Third Dragonback Adventure." I smiled silently to myself, these books were okay in my honest opinion. I opened the book to the dog-eared page I marked last night when I started the book. I was reading one a day, although I could read ten in one day, but there wasn't that many books yet. "Then we're burned cinimon bagels then," said Draycos. "If we get caught." "You mean burned toast, Draycos." replied Jack, sighing at him. "It's burned toast, not bagels." "Still my point, burned cinimon toast then." I laughed under my breath, my eyes quickly scrolling down the page. I read for about half-an-hour, before realising we were doing something. Mrs.Taylor, the team-teacher, spat out directions for some folding panflet project. I closed my book, dog-earing the page before sliding it into my desk. I caught up quickly to where the rest of the class was, and then continued ahead of them as Mrs.Taylor told them to do it step by step and to slow down and do what she did when she told them. I sighed internaly, that was in kindergarten for me. Basing myself off of the finished project in the front of the room, I finished with time to spare. I slouched back into my reading postion and pulled out the book again. I flipped through the pages, finding where I was and continued reading. It was another half-an-hour before I realised, again, that I was suposed to be doing something. Notes. The word flickered like a annoying fly past my eyes. I bent over, unzipping my AlphaSmart case, pulling out the green keyboard and seting it in my lap. I turned it on, typeing in my password, and scrolling through the files for my Civics file. When I found it, I pulled it up onto my screen, typeing in the password again. The file clicked open, words and text filling the screen. I pressed the (ENTER) key a few times, finding a open space in the file, I set to work. Looking at the board to the AlphaSmart screen, I copyed the notes as quickly as I could. The 3rd Period bell erupted from the intercom, starteling the kids as well as the two teachers. I reacted calmly, I knew it was going to ring right then. I shut off my AlphaSmart and replaced it in it's bag. I slid my red binder and my book out of my desk, gathering it up in my arms. I stood up, pushing my chair in, and stepped out into the hallway. Almost immediatly I was thrown into the crowd of rushing students. Or should I say, turtles. They looked like they were moving as fast as they possibly could, but the truth was that they were moving almost as slow as they could go. I tapped my finger on my leg in impatiants. I twinged, looking away from the opposing classroom doorway, hoping not to bump into Melissa this early in the day, when I wasn't in compleate control of myself. I passed through the metal doorframe of the hall, getting pushed from behind to move faster. Some kids shot off like a bullet, racing to get to class as fast a they could muster out of their legs, like me. But others just strolled like the hallway was a riverside walkway in France, talking to their friends calmly, unaware of the anger in the students that were behind them, that they caused. I sidesteped off the hallway, crossed through the doors to the Main-Hall. I dodged kids as I made my way around the corner. I walked quickly across the Main-Hall, mostly thinking to myself of how stupid these people were. I subconsily dodged and weaved my way around the oncoming trafic of students, my mind somewhere else. I snapped back as I walked past Stacie Hall. My head turned following her walking away in the opisite direction. I felt my gaze settleing lower on her body, and I found myself stareing at her ass. "Idiot!" I felt myself think, mentaly slapping myslf in the face, making me turn my head back. I nearly hit someone, as I walked into my Health class. I walked in the front of the classroom, putting my stuff down on my desk. I slid past the file cabinet and another row of desks, as I made my way to the opposet side of the classroom. I stopped infront of Heather and Edward, who were in ernest conversation but stopped as they caught me in the corner of their eye. "Oh! Hi, Emi!" Heather greeted me cheerfuly. "Hi." I replied, "I'm here to annoy Edward." I put in, replacing my unknown reason for coming over here. But I really only came over to see Heather but I couldn't tell her that. At least no in front of Edward... And just to prove my stated point, I leaned over the desk and poked Edward in the shoulder. "Hey!" He said loudly. Heather grinned, and continued her origanal conversation with Edward, as if she could tell that I was uncomfortable and that what I said wasn't my intened purpose for coming here. I nodded slightly at her, and made my way back to my side of the room. I jumpe up twiting so that I'd land slightly on my rear on the desk, and continued my jump by pushing off the desk with my hands, flipping into my seat with perfect aim. I relaxed, sliding my AlphaSmart case behind me, and opening my book. I began to read, and continued reading for about 15 minutes before I noticed that the most idiotic perv had already been sitting next to me for the past five minutes. As if he noticed I had noticed him, her turned to me and I smelled the over powering, yet disgusting scent of way too much Axe. My nose cringed at the smell. "Hey," he said, leaning closer to me. "My friend Henry likes you." I scroffed under my breath. 'This again?...' I thought with distain. "Do I look like I give a shit?" I asked, glanceing at him sideways. "Well, I don't." I finished, rolling my eyes at him, then turning back to my book. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him turn around slightly, as if talking to someone behind him, and said loudly, "Hey! Henry! She said she doesn't give a shit." Then he turned back to me and asked, "He's sad. You wanna give him a kiss?" I felt my eye twitch with suprise at the comment. "Uh, NO." I replied definantly, refusing my huge urge to punch his face in right there and then. I turned back to my book, but before I could find my place again, he cut in. "Are you sure?" I rolled my eyes again and whispered "Bastard." under my breath. He gave up, and turned to talk to someone on the other side of him. I snorted, annoyed. I returned to my book, reading for the rest of class without interuptions, except for the octional stopping to write some notes I remebered subcotiously down on a clean part of a past worksheet and the constent waves of Axe acomanyed by his leg crushing into mine and my chair. I scooted my chair as far as it allowed away from him. But even that wasn't enought, he just seemed to keep leaning towards me. I laughed at him in my head, he still hadn't figured out that I was gay. And that just made his fruitless atempts at skrewing with me even more hilarious. I decided to check on Stacie, who sat in the back of the room. I turned around, watching her talk with some of the boys thats at around her. I flinched, she was stareing directly at me... Had she seen me smile slightly when I turned? I didn't know but she wasn't looking at anyone else. She raised an eyebrow at me, questionly. I gave her a reasuring smile, or at least I thought I did, and turned back around. I sighed, that was close... I looked up at the clock, the ATL bell was about to ring. I slid my book into my AlphaSmart case. The bell rang, and I pushed my desk forward, the only way out, and nearly lept out of the room, glad to get free of the stink of Axe. I walked quickly toward Mrs.Yobes classroom. I almost glided down into my seat with joy. I pulled out my book and read for the rest of ATL. The 5th Period bell woke me from my reading stupor with a start. I franticly put the book back in my AlphaSmart bag and raced out and down the hall. I narowly dodged kids coming the wrong dicection as I veered into Mr.Threkeld's classroom. "What are we doing today?" I asked, placing my stuff down at the end of the long table. Mr.Threkeld looked up from a computer modual station that he was checking and replied, coming towards the front of the classroom, "We're going to finish our rockets and maybe launch them if they're finished." I smiled widely, I was waiting till he'd say that. We were going to launch rockets today! I quickly set to work, even before the late bell rang, and added some glue to my rockets wings to stablize it. I looked up, the rest of the class had entered and were fooling around again. I looked back down at my rocket as Edward and Omar dueled with plastic rocket molds like they were lightsabers. I smiled to myself as I attached the screw-eye to the cap of the rocket. Then I glued the shock-cord tab to the inside of the rocket, being careful not to get glue smeared all over my fingers. I wound the strands of string from the parachute around the parachute itself. Then I picked up three sheets of flame retardant tissue paper, curmpled them in one hand and pushed them down the barrel of the rocket as far as I could reach. Then I slid the wrapped parachute into the rocket after it, making sure the loose strands of string weren't in the way. I fitted the rocket cap on the top, tucking the end of shock-cord into the rockets interior. I smiled, I was done. I got up and headed for a computer. I sat down, typed in the username and password, and pressed (ENTER). The screen flickered to life, icons popping up and a Internet Explorer window came into view. I typed in, www.addictinggames.com, in the acess box and pressed (ENTER) again. The Farifax County School webpage dissipeared as a flashy blue webpage took its place. I clicked on a hyperlink titled, Action, and another screen popped up, this time with a grid showing the most played games in each box. I scrolled down, and found what I was looking for. I clicked on it and another screen popped up. The Flash animation box flickered to life as it played through its start-up credits. The title sprang up suddenly, ElectricMan 2, it read flickering as if a electric current ran through it. I clicked on (New) and another screen came into view. It was the player screen. I typed in my username, Mushroom, and chose my energy to be white. I clicked on the level bar and chose (Easy). Then I clicked next. Another screen popped up, and I clicked on the first icon. It turned the menu into a battle arena. I placed my fingers on the (A),(S),(D) keys and the arrow keys. I had played this last Friday and I had almost beat it too. My left thumb tapped the (SPACE) key and I was attacked by stick figures. My left hand was punching away at the keys while my right was tapping the (LEFT) and (RIGHT) arrows with quickening speed. The stick figures flew left and right as I pounded them to a pulp by kicking, punching and grabbing them by the neck and tossing them into the air. Sometimes I grabbed them and swiftly kneed them in the crotch, sending them sprawling to the ground. I glanced at the left-hand corner of the screen and decided to use my über-pwonedge moves on the boss. I chased after him and hit the (Q),(W),(E) buttons as fast as I could. My stick figure yanked the boss off his feet by his colar and I flipped over backwards, slowing down a bit before kicking him as hard as my stick figure would allow and sent him flying into the wall. He fell down and crumpled into a heap at the floor. "All right everyone!" Mr.Threckeld interupted, causing my growing urge to yell "Pwonedge!" really loud to shut down. "We will have to rush outside if you want to launch those rockets!" A few people responed, running up to Mr.Threckeld and asking a million questions all at once. I sighed. I clicked the (X) in the corner of the screen and the window disapeared. I clicked on the (Start) menu and clicked (Log Off). The computer screen clicked and logged me off. I stood up following the rest of class out. I grabbed my bag as I passed it on my way out of the classroom.
- I jumped out of the car, bounding down the wet grass slope, trying not to slip and crash onto my rear like last year. I slid past the door, looking for a trashcan, to throw my half eaten apple into. There were none, so I crossed into my locker hallway, dodging people going the wrong direction. I cursed under my breath at an idiot that slowed down for no good reason that was appaerent, and side-stepped around her. I slid to a stop infront of my locker, and started fumbleing with the combo. I wrenched the locker open, quickly setting my 'Mood-o-Meter' to cranky. I threw open my backpack, yanking my red binder out. I picked up my backpack and pushed it into the locker. I snatched up my 'AlphaSmart' bag and closed my locker with a furious flat-handed punch. It clicked quitely closed as I scrambled to class. I walked into my Civics classroom, the desks were different. I spotted my name-tag on one of the desks in the corner next to Mrs.Knox's desk. I slid into my seat, sighing. JR waved at me from across the room. He held up his new AlphaSmart in one hand. "You get batteries for that thing yet?" I called, tucking my own AlphaSmart under my desk, placing the strap over my left knee. "Yep. You have to teach me about the hidden files though. We agreed." I nodded at him as Mrs.Knox called the class to order. Once again the obvous disrespect for the teachers by the 'neighborhood' kids was in full power. She ignored them and turned on the TV. I gave up on trying to hear the TV and pulled out my book. "Dragon and Slave" the cover read, "The Third Dragonback Adventure." I smiled silently to myself, these books were okay in my honest opinion. I opened the book to the dog-eared page I marked last night when I started the book. I was reading one a day, although I could read ten in one day, but there wasn't that many books yet. "Then we're burned cinimon bagels then," said Draycos. "If we get caught." "You mean burned toast, Draycos." replied Jack, sighing at him. "It's burned toast, not bagels." "Still my point, burned cinimon toast then." I laughed under my breath, my eyes quickly scrolling down the page. I read for about half-an-hour, before realising we were doing something. Mrs.Taylor, the team-teacher, spat out directions for some folding panflet project. I closed my book, dog-earing the page before sliding it into my desk. I caught up quickly to where the rest of the class was, and then continued ahead of them as Mrs.Taylor told them to do it step by step and to slow down and do what she did when she told them. I sighed internaly, that was in kindergarten for me. Basing myself off of the finished project in the front of the room, I finished with time to spare. I slouched back into my reading postion and pulled out the book again. I flipped through the pages, finding where I was and continued reading. It was another half-an-hour before I realised, again, that I was suposed to be doing something. Notes. The word flickered like a annoying fly past my eyes. I bent over, unzipping my AlphaSmart case, pulling out the green keyboard and seting it in my lap. I turned it on, typeing in my password, and scrolling through the files for my Civics file. When I found it, I pulled it up onto my screen, typeing in the password again. The file clicked open, words and text filling the screen. I pressed the (ENTER) key a few times, finding a open space in the file, I set to work. Looking at the board to the AlphaSmart screen, I copyed the notes as quickly as I could. The 3rd Period bell erupted from the intercom, starteling the kids as well as the two teachers. I reacted calmly, I knew it was going to ring right then. I shut off my AlphaSmart and replaced it in it's bag. I slid my red binder and my book out of my desk, gathering it up in my arms. I stood up, pushing my chair in, and stepped out into the hallway. Almost immediatly I was thrown into the crowd of rushing students. Or should I say, turtles. They looked like they were moving as fast as they possibly could, but the truth was that they were moving almost as slow as they could go. I tapped my finger on my leg in impatiants. I twinged, looking away from the opposing classroom doorway, hoping not to bump into Melissa this early in the day, when I wasn't in compleate control of myself. I passed through the metal doorframe of the hall, getting pushed from behind to move faster. Some kids shot off like a bullet, racing to get to class as fast a they could muster out of their legs, like me. But others just strolled like the hallway was a riverside walkway in France, talking to their friends calmly, unaware of the anger in the students that were behind them, that they caused. I sidesteped off the hallway, crossed through the doors to the Main-Hall. I dodged kids as I made my way around the corner. I walked quickly across the Main-Hall, mostly thinking to myself of how stupid these people were. I subconsily dodged and weaved my way around the oncoming trafic of students, my mind somewhere else. I snapped back as I walked past Stacie Hall. My head turned following her walking away in the opisite direction. I felt my gaze settleing lower on her body, and I found myself stareing at her ass. "Idiot!" I felt myself think, mentaly slapping myslf in the face, making me turn my head back. I nearly hit someone, as I walked into my Health class. I walked in the front of the classroom, putting my stuff down on my desk. I slid past the file cabinet and another row of desks, as I made my way to the opposet side of the classroom. I stopped infront of Heather and Edward, who were in ernest conversation but stopped as they caught me in the corner of their eye. "Oh! Hi, Emi!" Heather greeted me cheerfuly. "Hi." I replied, "I'm here to annoy Edward." I put in, replacing my unknown reason for coming over here. But I really only came over to see Heather but I couldn't tell her that. At least no in front of Edward... And just to prove my stated point, I leaned over the desk and poked Edward in the shoulder. "Hey!" He said loudly. Heather grinned, and continued her origanal conversation with Edward, as if she could tell that I was uncomfortable and that what I said wasn't my intened purpose for coming here. I nodded slightly at her, and made my way back to my side of the room. I jumpe up twiting so that I'd land slightly on my rear on the desk, and continued my jump by pushing off the desk with my hands, flipping into my seat with perfect aim. I relaxed, sliding my AlphaSmart case behind me, and opening my book. I began to read, and continued reading for about 15 minutes before I noticed that the most idiotic perv had already been sitting next to me for the past five minutes. As if he noticed I had noticed him, her turned to me and I smelled the over powering, yet disgusting scent of way too much Axe. My nose cringed at the smell. "Hey," he said, leaning closer to me. "My friend Henry likes you." I scroffed under my breath. 'This again?...' I thought with distain. "Do I look like I give a shit?" I asked, glanceing at him sideways. "Well, I don't." I finished, rolling my eyes at him, then turning back to my book. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him turn around slightly, as if talking to someone behind him, and said loudly, "Hey! Henry! She said she doesn't give a shit." Then he turned back to me and asked, "He's sad. You wanna give him a kiss?" I felt my eye twitch with suprise at the comment. "Uh, NO." I replied definantly, refusing my huge urge to punch his face in right there and then. I turned back to my book, but before I could find my place again, he cut in. "Are you sure?" I rolled my eyes again and whispered "Bastard." under my breath. He gave up, and turned to talk to someone on the other side of him. I snorted, annoyed. I returned to my book, reading for the rest of class without interuptions, except for the octional stopping to write some notes I remebered subcotiously down on a clean part of a past worksheet and the constent waves of Axe acomanyed by his leg crushing into mine and my chair. I scooted my chair as far as it allowed away from him. But even that wasn't enought, he just seemed to keep leaning towards me. I laughed at him in my head, he still hadn't figured out that I was gay. And that just made his fruitless atempts at skrewing with me even more hilarious. I decided to check on Stacie, who sat in the back of the room. I turned around, watching her talk with some of the boys thats at around her. I flinched, she was stareing directly at me... Had she seen me smile slightly when I turned? I didn't know but she wasn't looking at anyone else. She raised an eyebrow at me, questionly. I gave her a reasuring smile, or at least I thought I did, and turned back around. I sighed, that was close... I looked up at the clock, the ATL bell was about to ring. I slid my book into my AlphaSmart case. The bell rang, and I pushed my desk forward, the only way out, and nearly lept out of the room, glad to get free of the stink of Axe. I walked quickly toward Mrs.Yobes classroom. I almost glided down into my seat with joy. I pulled out my book and read for the rest of ATL. The 5th Period bell woke me from my reading stupor with a start. I franticly put the book back in my AlphaSmart bag and raced out and down the hall. I narowly dodged kids coming the wrong dicection as I veered into Mr.Threkeld's classroom. "What are we doing today?" I asked, placing my stuff down at the end of the long table. Mr.Threkeld looked up from a computer modual station that he was checking and replied, coming towards the front of the classroom, "We're going to finish our rockets and maybe launch them if they're finished." I smiled widely, I was waiting till he'd say that. We were going to launch rockets today! I quickly set to work, even before the late bell rang, and added some glue to my rockets wings to stablize it. I looked up, the rest of the class had entered and were fooling around again. I looked back down at my rocket as Edward and Omar dueled with plastic rocket molds like they were lightsabers. I smiled to myself as I attached the screw-eye to the cap of the rocket. Then I glued the shock-cord tab to the inside of the rocket, being careful not to get glue smeared all over my fingers. I wound the strands of string from the parachute around the parachute itself. Then I picked up three sheets of flame retardant tissue paper, curmpled them in one hand and pushed them down the barrel of the rocket as far as I could reach. Then I slid the wrapped parachute into the rocket after it, making sure the loose strands of string weren't in the way. I fitted the rocket cap on the top, tucking the end of shock-cord into the rockets interior. I smiled, I was done. I got up and headed for a computer. I sat down, typed in the username and password, and pressed (ENTER). The screen flickered to life, icons popping up and a Internet Explorer window came into view. I typed in, www.addictinggames.com, in the acess box and pressed (ENTER) again. The Farifax County School webpage dissipeared as a flashy blue webpage took its place. I clicked on a hyperlink titled, Action, and another screen popped up, this time with a grid showing the most played games in each box. I scrolled down, and found what I was looking for. I clicked on it and another screen popped up. The Flash animation box flickered to life as it played through its start-up credits. The title sprang up suddenly, ElectricMan 2, it read flickering as if a electric current ran through it. I clicked on (New) and another screen came into view. It was the player screen. I typed in my username, Mushroom, and chose my energy to be white. I clicked on the level bar and chose (Easy). Then I clicked next. Another screen popped up, and I clicked on the first icon. It turned the menu into a battle arena. I placed my fingers on the (A),(S),(D) keys and the arrow keys. I had played this last Friday and I had almost beat it too. My left thumb tapped the (SPACE) key and I was attacked by stick figures. My left hand was punching away at the keys while my right was tapping the (LEFT) and (RIGHT) arrows with quickening speed. The stick figures flew left and right as I pounded them to a pulp by kicking, punching and grabbing them by the neck and tossing them into the air. Sometimes I grabbed them and swiftly kneed them in the crotch, sending them sprawling to the ground. I glanced at the left-hand corner of the screen and decided to use my über-pwonedge moves on the boss. I chased after him and hit the (Q),(W),(E) buttons as fast as I could. My stick figure yanked the boss off his feet by his colar and I flipped over backwards, slowing down a bit before kicking him as hard as my stick figure would allow and sent him flying into the wall. He fell down and crumpled into a heap at the floor. "All right everyone!" Mr.Threckeld interupted, causing my growing urge to yell "Pwonedge!" really loud to shut down. "We will have to rush outside if you want to launch those rockets!" A few people responed, running up to Mr.Threckeld and asking a million questions all at once. I sighed. I clicked the (X) in the corner of the screen and the window disapeared. I clicked on the (Start) menu and clicked (Log Off). The computer screen clicked and logged me off. I stood up following the rest of class out. I grabbed my bag as I passed it on my way out of the classroom.
Another insight into my daily life.
Comments0
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In