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<blockquote data-quote="Dr Midnight" data-source="post: 2815302" data-attributes="member: 69"><p>Herbie Miller looked around the bus as it left the parking lot of Buscema High and hit the open road for the heart of Silverage city. Of course he was the last one on, again, and of course he’d now have to find a seat to share among a sea of people that hated him. Again. The 11th grade field trip to the Silverage Science Museum was underway.</p><p></p><p>Herbie was the scrawniest fifteen year-old in the state, he felt sure of it. His greasy hair clung to his forehead with a sheen and his thick-rimmed glasses turned with his head as he searched for a seat. His shoulders hunched in the posture of someone who doesn’t want to be seen. His voice was a nasal whine, and he didn’t use it to ask anyone for a seat. He just stood there until they told him the seat was taken, go away. </p><p></p><p>Moving toward the back, he saw Claire. Claire Anna Tibbits, the cute punk girl he’d had his eye on since seventh grade. Not that she’d ever noticed him. She liked to be known as Cat. She was gazing out the window, and Herbie took advantage of her distraction to run his eyes over her slender neck and cheekbones once again. Her hair was done up in two bright pink pigtails that pouted from the top of her head. </p><p></p><p>“Take a seat, Herbie,” Mr. Gola’s voice droned. Herbie returned to scanning the seats for an opening. Behind Cat he saw Donovan Maddox. The sullen, chunky youth was leaning his head against the window with his headphones on, locked away in his mind, somewhere, as it wandered. Beside him sat the inscrutable Latverian exchange student named Gustav Stammler. Stammler was looking at Maddox, apparently trying to puzzle out why the person in the seat next to them would wear a Slayer t-shirt and forego any attempts to be presentable. Not that Stammler was much more open to interpretation- he was a broad-shouldered, good-looking young man that no one here in the states could read. His face was plain and ever half-smirking, his demeanor distant and not quite cold. </p><p></p><p>Across the aisle sat Emerson, the son of two noted physicists. He was kind enough, but the seat beside him was filled. He scribbled notes in his pad concerning gluons and their relationships to other things Herbie didn’t care about. Emerson was a geek, like Herbie, but at least Emerson had his brain going for him. Herbie wasn’t especially smart, making life’s handouts an even washout where Herbie was concerned. </p><p></p><p>In front of Emerson sat an entire clique, spread across three seats- Mace Terryl, his horrid girlfriend Hammer, Dick Jacques, Glenn Bristol. At their head sat the two ringleaders of the group, Jeremy Mullen and Jacob Jones, known as JJ. Those two were star quarter-backers on the football game-team, or whatever their respective positions were called. Herbie didn’t know. In front of them sat Herbie’s last chance for a seat… Steven Piercey. Steven was an underdeveloped, bright-eyed AV club nerd that irritated everyone, even Herbie. His hair was a large mushroom cap of blonde, and his camera sat in his lap, waiting for an opportunity to snap a photo for the school paper. </p><p></p><p>Steven looked up at Herbie, smiled, and patted the seat. “Have a seat, Herbie!”</p><p></p><p>“Yeah, have a seat, gaywad,” JJ sniped. </p><p></p><p>Herbie sat, saying nothing. JJ reached back and slapped Emerson’s notebook out of his hands, laughed, then bounced his football off of Herbie’s head. “Nice catch, nerd,” Jeremy said. He seemed to decide he enjoyed picking on Herbie today. He leaned forward and said “Hey, excited for the field trip, Her-beee? Maybe you’ll get to hump one of the experiments.” Herbie’s brow knotted- he was used to unprovoked insults, but Jeremy was ruthless sometimes. Better to just ignore it and let it pass.</p><p></p><p>JJ said “Leave him alone. Dumb geek has enough to worry about, considering his mom’s a farm animal.”</p><p></p><p>Mr. Gola stood up. He looked like a pudgy Leonard Nimoy, which fit his role as enthusiastic science teacher. “Is there a problem, Jones?”</p><p></p><p>“No sir.”</p><p></p><p>“Well, good, we’re almost there. Around 11:30 we’re sitting in on the lightning rod exhibit- we’re going to see real lightning culled from the approaching storm cloud, right before our eyes. Is anyone else excited?”</p><p></p><p>“No,” Mullen laughed, believing it wit. </p><p></p><p>Emerson raised his hand. “I am!” </p><p></p><p>“You would be. Gaydo.”</p><p></p><p>Gola ignored that. “We’re starting with the Evolution of Man.”</p><p></p><p>JJ proudly said “It ended right here.”</p><p></p><p>Donovan, from his seat across the aisle, added “Yeah, it did.” JJ frowned, trying to puzzle out if he’d been insulted or not. Donovan was a large guy and one of the few people in school that was unafraid to tangle with the jocks.</p><p></p><p>Herbie sighed to himself. Life was an endless gauntlet of unhappy events and people that didn’t want to be around him. Today was one more day to slog through. </p><p></p><p>The bus crawled on to Silverage. The city’s skyline was dark under the approaching thunderhead, which was pregnant with lightning.</p><p></p><p><em><strong>Next:</strong></em><strong> The Exhibit</strong></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Dr Midnight, post: 2815302, member: 69"] Herbie Miller looked around the bus as it left the parking lot of Buscema High and hit the open road for the heart of Silverage city. Of course he was the last one on, again, and of course he’d now have to find a seat to share among a sea of people that hated him. Again. The 11th grade field trip to the Silverage Science Museum was underway. Herbie was the scrawniest fifteen year-old in the state, he felt sure of it. His greasy hair clung to his forehead with a sheen and his thick-rimmed glasses turned with his head as he searched for a seat. His shoulders hunched in the posture of someone who doesn’t want to be seen. His voice was a nasal whine, and he didn’t use it to ask anyone for a seat. He just stood there until they told him the seat was taken, go away. Moving toward the back, he saw Claire. Claire Anna Tibbits, the cute punk girl he’d had his eye on since seventh grade. Not that she’d ever noticed him. She liked to be known as Cat. She was gazing out the window, and Herbie took advantage of her distraction to run his eyes over her slender neck and cheekbones once again. Her hair was done up in two bright pink pigtails that pouted from the top of her head. “Take a seat, Herbie,” Mr. Gola’s voice droned. Herbie returned to scanning the seats for an opening. Behind Cat he saw Donovan Maddox. The sullen, chunky youth was leaning his head against the window with his headphones on, locked away in his mind, somewhere, as it wandered. Beside him sat the inscrutable Latverian exchange student named Gustav Stammler. Stammler was looking at Maddox, apparently trying to puzzle out why the person in the seat next to them would wear a Slayer t-shirt and forego any attempts to be presentable. Not that Stammler was much more open to interpretation- he was a broad-shouldered, good-looking young man that no one here in the states could read. His face was plain and ever half-smirking, his demeanor distant and not quite cold. Across the aisle sat Emerson, the son of two noted physicists. He was kind enough, but the seat beside him was filled. He scribbled notes in his pad concerning gluons and their relationships to other things Herbie didn’t care about. Emerson was a geek, like Herbie, but at least Emerson had his brain going for him. Herbie wasn’t especially smart, making life’s handouts an even washout where Herbie was concerned. In front of Emerson sat an entire clique, spread across three seats- Mace Terryl, his horrid girlfriend Hammer, Dick Jacques, Glenn Bristol. At their head sat the two ringleaders of the group, Jeremy Mullen and Jacob Jones, known as JJ. Those two were star quarter-backers on the football game-team, or whatever their respective positions were called. Herbie didn’t know. In front of them sat Herbie’s last chance for a seat… Steven Piercey. Steven was an underdeveloped, bright-eyed AV club nerd that irritated everyone, even Herbie. His hair was a large mushroom cap of blonde, and his camera sat in his lap, waiting for an opportunity to snap a photo for the school paper. Steven looked up at Herbie, smiled, and patted the seat. “Have a seat, Herbie!” “Yeah, have a seat, gaywad,” JJ sniped. Herbie sat, saying nothing. JJ reached back and slapped Emerson’s notebook out of his hands, laughed, then bounced his football off of Herbie’s head. “Nice catch, nerd,” Jeremy said. He seemed to decide he enjoyed picking on Herbie today. He leaned forward and said “Hey, excited for the field trip, Her-beee? Maybe you’ll get to hump one of the experiments.” Herbie’s brow knotted- he was used to unprovoked insults, but Jeremy was ruthless sometimes. Better to just ignore it and let it pass. JJ said “Leave him alone. Dumb geek has enough to worry about, considering his mom’s a farm animal.” Mr. Gola stood up. He looked like a pudgy Leonard Nimoy, which fit his role as enthusiastic science teacher. “Is there a problem, Jones?” “No sir.” “Well, good, we’re almost there. Around 11:30 we’re sitting in on the lightning rod exhibit- we’re going to see real lightning culled from the approaching storm cloud, right before our eyes. Is anyone else excited?” “No,” Mullen laughed, believing it wit. Emerson raised his hand. “I am!” “You would be. Gaydo.” Gola ignored that. “We’re starting with the Evolution of Man.” JJ proudly said “It ended right here.” Donovan, from his seat across the aisle, added “Yeah, it did.” JJ frowned, trying to puzzle out if he’d been insulted or not. Donovan was a large guy and one of the few people in school that was unafraid to tangle with the jocks. Herbie sighed to himself. Life was an endless gauntlet of unhappy events and people that didn’t want to be around him. Today was one more day to slog through. The bus crawled on to Silverage. The city’s skyline was dark under the approaching thunderhead, which was pregnant with lightning. [I][B]Next:[/B][/I][B] The Exhibit[/B] [/QUOTE]
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