Last Year of Grade 10 Science.:FINALLY

[Viggo Slaughter]

Viggo sat at the back of his grade ten science classroom. Generally he hated science. He hated every last bit of it. The reason he hated science was simple: He didn’t understand any word of it! Ever since science was first brought upon his brain had he hated it. The weather. The plants. The chemicals. Outer space. The food he ate. And above all, the equations that went along with it… chemical equations and such. They were such a sore to his head.
Although, this year, he was feeling slightly better about science class. He was in grade ten and after he passed science this year, that was it! It was gone forever! For the rest of his life! He would no longer need to deal with such torturous work!

But then death came waltzing through the doorway. A grim expression was displayed sloppily upon the man’s face. If you could even call the fat guy a man. He was more of a robot with his monotone voice and high thinking skills. Viggo’s head lowered with grief at the mere sight of him. He’d had Mr. Iknoweverythingsoobeymeorelse as a teacher in grade nine as well. Viggo had nearly failed his class.

His bright blue eyes watched as the teacher slunk his fat ass into the chair on wheels. He sat with a single notebook in front of him, no doubt reading over everything he was to cram into his students heads. Viggo brought out a notebook, expecting to have to write out an extensively long note later on. Bringing out a pencil he began to draw random objects and swirls on his page sub-consciously, while his mind drifted off to better things. Like what he had done that was exciting or perhaps life threatening this week.

His mind wandered through the memories of the week and nothing life-threatening popped up. Except for the other morning…when Sophie had come burling into his room, screaming like there was no tomorrow. Blaming him for the mess on her wall. He’d held back even the smallest grin as she walked him to her bedroom to show him the spray paint design on the wall. “Oh that’s just lovely Sophie,” he’d said, giving her a small pat on the back, a smile poking out now, “I didn’t know you were so artistic! You should really take spray painting up as a career! You could go pretty darn far! I mean those colours, they’re just…wow! Amazing! I love it!” he began clapping, taking a step closer to look. Sophie threw a couple punches at his arm, but he ignored it, until she finally jumped on top of him, forcing him to the ground. It would probably look awkward to anybody you stepped in the room who didn’t know them, or who didn’t know what was going on. There was a male and a female, in a room. The female sitting on top of the male, who was lying on his back. But this was normal. They were like brother and sister. Sometimes they even referred to each other as this. The only thing that was different was their last names.

“Vig! I swear!! If you don’t get my wall back to the colour it used to be I’m going to have to kill you!” her voice had risen a few notches and she sounded thoroughly angered. But Viggo knew her all too well to fall for that talk.
He smiled, “Sophie, darling, you wouldn’t actually kill me, would you?”
Sophie looked away from his eyes and muttered a ‘no’ as she slowly got off of him.
“You’re such a good friend Soph!” he’d told her, “Don’t worry I’ll paint over it later.” With that said he’d stumbled back to his room and slept for another three hours before painting her wall.

He smiled, sure it was sad that he didn’t know his parents, or was never adopted. But he had a great family now. They were a family of three. They were just a bunch of teenagers trying to live life. But boy did they have some good times.

His mind made it’s way back to the classroom and he looked down at the page in front of him. The drawing he’d been sub-consciously working on was…
Was.

Well….some would call it a work of art. Viggo…he called it a piece of crap.

He picked up the sheet of paper and walked towards the door, where there was a recycling bin. He stood in front of the blue bin and stared down into it. There was nothing in it. Then he looked at the garbage bin. It was stuffed full with every kind of garbage and recyclables. You would think that in a science room, of all places, that the garbage would be in the right place!

He slowly crumpled the piece of paper into a tiny ball before dropping it into the blue bin. He looked down at his watch. It was still two to. Why had he come to class so early. Perhaps coming with the ambition to get on the teachers good side. Or get the class over and done with. Or sleep. Or think… or…something

He walked out of the classroom. There was a small water fountain just outside the door. He turned the knob. This allowed the water to magically come out of the small hole. He brought his lips towards the water and let the water into his mouth. The cool liquid felt good going down his throat.

It truly amazed him how the water could just continue to come out in a continuous motion like that, while people in poor countries had to walk thirty miles just to get a bucket of water. We had it so easy. So simple.

Standing upright he wiped the dripping water from his mouth and made his way back into the classroom, just as the bell rang. This was the warning bell, telling everybody they had five minutes to get to class. He slunk back into his chair and rest his head on the table, inside his arms. Slowly he let his eyes close.

[Addison Beauferd Colby]

Yoghurt was one of the world’s most amazing food substances that ever was created. There was no doubt about it; coming in so many different delicious flavors; each enticing an entirely different sensation. Just tasting the creamy texture on your tongue caused happiness. A joy of sorts to pass through your body as it received such a pleasurable food. Ah, yoghurt. What on Earth would we do without you? What would Addison do?

The young adolescent boy stopped in his tracks in the middle of the hall staring at nothing in particular, yet a whirlpool of thoughts cascading in his mind. What would he do without yoghurt? Where would he get his calcium? He didn’t particularly like milk, so he opted for yoghurt instead. However, if there was no yoghurt, he would have no breakfast; nothing to accompany his sandwich at lunch. No midnight snack for when he simply could not get his eyes to stay shut. A body running into his shoulder woke the boy from his dreadful thoughts and he looked around the hall. How long had he been standing there? Looking down Addison realized that his yoghurt remained safe in his hand, shining metal spoon hovering over the thick rich substance. A wide smile spread over his face as that delightful feeling washed over him, all silly thoughts of the non-existence of yoghurt gone. His pace began again, speeding up as he realized much to his dismay, that the warning bell had already shrilled its way through students’ ears.

One more spoonful of his dark purple breakfast and the plastic cup was empty, a bit of it sticking to the sides and edges. As he always did, Addison attempted to scrape off the last bits of yoghurt which would amount to about a sixth of the spoon. What was that saying, waste not want not? All of the boy’s concentration caused him to not notice the metal bins which he now found himself walking into and tripping over. A loud crash resounded in the classroom, which by now had about three or four people seated, and sending all the trash that was in the can onto the floor. Trying to embarrass himself as little as possible, which was hopeless at this point, Addison began returning the trash to its rightful place. Which was easier said than done. You see, all the trash that was now spread nicely on the floor was not trash at all, but perfectly good paper tossed in, and some plastic bottles that had been thrown aside. With a sigh, Addison found himself sorting through the spilled trash, putting recyclables where they belonged.

A couple of the students shot his a glance or two as he sat on his knees, sorting away, and backpack resting on his shoulders. There were others of course, the majority of students actually, that paid the boy no mind and simple walked over or around his crouched form. It wasn’t that they didn’t like him that no student helped or bothered to wonder what he was doing, but simply because most didn’t care. They were simply going to class ready to get bits of information many of them had no interest in drilled into their already slumbering thoughts. Not Addison. No, his day had been going spectacularly and his yoghurt snack had made it all the better. Besides, science was one of his favourite classes, second only to math. Perhaps he was nerd, but Addison really didn’t care. He enjoyed learning and would continue to do so. Besides, it’s not like anyone bothered him about his love of school and the supposed “worst” classes in all of history. Who would bother him anyway with his immensely rich stepfather? If anything he had kids sucking up to him. That got old; very fast. This was the reason he spent most lunch hours alone outside, with his brothers, or having some unimportant silly conversation with friends he’d known since he was a young boy. The same people that had liked him and talked to him before he and his brothers became so wealthy. Speaking of which, he hadn’t seen Alvin or Aidyn all day. Huh. Odd; he usually saw his triplet’s at school often. Maybe he’d spaced out today more than he normally did. A good night’s sleep would fix that problem. Especially since he hadn’t gone to bed until 3:37 a.m. Addison blamed the coffee. At least Ziggy had received a good walk out of his minor insomnia.

Addison plopped himself into his seat, students around him chattering or trying to catch up in sleep, and took out his notes from the previous day. It seemed that in all the time that had passed, the teacher had not once lifted his head. It was amazing really, how one man could sit for so long, lips puckered into that distasteful face of his as his round little eyes scanned over his notes. The adolescent’s eyes glanced at the insistent ticking of the old clock; four more minutes. Huh. It had only taken three minutes for him to clean his mess and get himself situated. How lovely. Eyes falling back to his desk, Addison caught sight of a blotch of dark ink. His curiosity got the better of him, as always, as he stretched his neck to look at the doodle.

“That is wicked,” he said with a smile spreading across his face, reaching into his vibrant chocolate eyes. “Do you take art?” He asked the boy curiously. He’d seen him around a few times, and had learned his name was Viggo. A strange name, but an interesting one all the same. Artistic, some would say. In this case, it fit perfectly. He seemed rather quiet and shy though. Maybe he wouldn't even answer him and simply choose to ignore poor Addison. Not that it mattered to him. He understood perfectly well that sometimes one was not in the mood to talk. Especially not to a strange new person. If anything he would just get an odd look and perhaps a nod of awknoledgement. Who knew?

ooc::
Yeah, so, obviously I was eating yoghurt when I started to write this -_-;

[Viggo Slaughter]

<sup>The noise of people filing into the room slowly awoke him. He rubbed his eyes with the sleeves of his sweater and ruffled his hair. He really needed to get to bed earlier. But it wasn't his fault his sister would challenge him to a dual in the middle of the night. Who could resist a good game on the Nintendo 64? He personally preferred his XBOX, but the N64 had some amazing games on it! Like Donkey Kong, for example. DK was a wonderful game. Of course, the character Donkey Kong was absolutely retarded, but the other characters were so Kool. Yes..cool with a K! Because that's how all the kool people spell cool. Not that he was cool or anything...

He sighed, looking down at his notebook. He picked up his pen and started drawing once again. He really couldn't draw anything that made sense. He was all for the abstract art. Surrealism and stuff.

He gazed over at a boy who had entered the classroom. He was on the ground...sorting..the garbage. He laughed, mentally, shaking his head at the boy. He was such a random kid. Addison, that was his name. They had had science together last year as well...and english..and math. He was...different. Not to mention he had two other brothers, who were twins with him. He was a bloody triplet! All three of them were, dare he even say it, good looking guys! Now, he wasn't gay or anything..but..girls said that about other girls all the time (weren't lesboZ) and it was okay so why couldn't he. He liked girls! What was with it and guys liking guys anyways? There were sooooooo many gays in this school it was unbelievable! But then again...there weren't many girls in the school..so what else could they do.

He moaned at the thought. Maybe he would move from this stupid island when he was older. Get a good, normal life. He wasn't going to find anybody here! Nor was he going to get anywhere.

Faer Lake used to be a booming city, but it was slowly fading away.

He looked down at his drawing and more random objects, shading and blobs. He took out some pencil crayons and began colouring it in brightly. His mind was overtaken by thoughts of Kira. The quiet blonde girl he'd met on the street. She seemed so..shy and, insecure. Lonely.

But of course, the way they had met was a bit awkward. He frowned at his page for his stupidity. He shouldn't have even sat on that stupid bench in the first place. It was bad enough she'd heard him sing AND play his guitar. After that it just got more..and more and more awkward.

He placed his hands over his face as he exhaled heavily. Whatever, he probably wouldn't even see her again.

“That is wicked,” a voice called from beside him, making him jump, falling right out of his chair.
"Holy shhhhhh-" he lift himself off the ground, wiping the dirt from his sleeves and bum. Where had this guy come from? Wasn't he just sorting garbage?

“Do you take art?” the boy asked curiously as Viggo sat back down in his chair.

"Uhm..yeah I do." he said, "I'm no good at normal art though..." he sighed, "Like, drawing people and animals and nature and anything that..makes sense. But..anyways..." his voice drifted off as he stared down at the colourful drawing before him.

"Why..." he looked back up at Addison, "Why were you sorting the garbage? That was what you were doing, right?" he inquired, attempting conversation, of course, his attempt at conversation was always a failure.

ha..ha..ha. -_-;;</sup>