THE MIDDLE SCHOOL - the past
Your name is James Withleton
You've got the impeccable grades, the crappy 1970s grandpa overalls, the geeky 5x magnification glasses, a mass of naturally messy hair, and a proud family supporting your future career.
But things get difficult when some hairless gorillas with over sized t-shirts and baggy pants stained with a gallon of cologne come along, and stuff your head into a nearby toilet. Of course, you take it as an insult - not only have you been humiliated, but you have been humiliated by a horde of lowly apes! To further emphasize their similarity with our pathetic ancestors, these gorillas even seem to sway in an animalistic manner not too different from those penguins on discovery channel - except it's the way these buffoons move their arms that make them look like gorillas... you sometimes enjoy comparing them to the brutes while playing halo 3 on your xbox 360 video game console to relieve your anger.
Despite their temporary moment of pride, you know that their only future is at a burger king drive-thru while your future is at a medical clinic - being paid a hundredth-fold amount of money. Yes... soon, all those girls shall wish that they have never sided with these barbarians... if only they were mature enough to see your potential!
You hate these hairless gorillas and you have countlessly attempted revenge on them through smart pranks and tricks. But due to their mass numbers and being much bigger than you, you are almost always overwhelmed by them chasing you. So most of the time, you just decide to ignore them and concentrate on your grades, like what your father told you, for "they are not worth your time".
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HIGH SCHOOL
This is the first day of high school. You nervously step out of your father's car. Looking around, you take in your surrounding environment - you see people of every kind: average commoners, dull-headed jocks, sluts, ghetto gorillas, and nerds like you. You quickly notice a familiar face that belonged to Malcolm - a bully you've known since 6th grade. He wasn't as gorilla-like as the others, but his personality was just as worse as the others. Next to Malcolm, you recognize Jorge, a beefy (but muscular) cow, and Jose, a bag of fat. They are the gorillas whom you have hated.
Behind you, your big sister, Alessandra (a totally less of a geek than you) (a junior wearing a low-cut faded skirt and white ruffled tube top and high heels), gets out from the other side of the car and hurriedly bids you and dad goodbye before rushing over to her friends. Your dad wishes you good luck on your first day and bids you good bye. You return his gesture with a wave as you close the car's door behind you. Slowly, he drives away and you are on your own in this hostile environment again.
Deciding that moving was in order to prevent the detection of the bullies, you begin to walk to your first class through the nearest hallway. Instinctively, you are always on guard and aware of your surroundings - in case a foul-smelling gorilla pops out from behind a trash can. But after a while, feeling a bit more secure, the first thing that you begin to ponder is "how did these brutes get here? they can't have graduated... their grades are too low... from what i remember, Jose failed his last test..."
Still thinking and debating to yourself in a sort of a trance as you walk to your first class, you absent-mindedly walk into a soft, warm, and slightly bouncy object, which collides into your face. This sudden collision breaks you from your line of thought as you rebound and fall backwards onto the ground.
Recovering from your fall, you open your eyes and sit on the ground - paralyzed at what your eyes present to you: a beautiful monument of womanhood. A Caucasian, with light blonde hair, she fashions a pair of fur boots, a white pleated jean miniskirt, a white shoulder purse, a pink tank top, and from underneath it you can distinguish a camisole - stretched by round C cup breasts. And since you are still sitting on the ground in a shocked state of mind, you can just see a bottom of her black victoria's secret panties. Guessing that she's a sophomore, she's probably much taller than you, but that makes her even more beautiful. You stare at her in an awestruck state until you hear a hoarse, Hispanic voice which you find familiar, "Hey, gurl? What's wrong?". You look around from the ground for the source of the vocalization only to find a great figure next to that beauty you bumped into. It was Anthony - one of Jorge's pretty-boy cronies.
"That little twit just touched my boob! He almost made me fall down!", said the girl in a shocked tone. Anthony turns on you and lifts you up by the collar with one hand and pins you to the nearest wall. "Did you just touch my Jen?", he asks, in a menacing tone, raising his fist behind him. The gang of white and Hispanic gorillas group up behind him as you wonder what to say. Jen? It must be short for Jennifer. What a beautiful name to match that beautiful body, you think. He stares at you with a raised fist and a wrinkled nose. "Answer me! Or I'll stuff your head up - !"
Just as Anthony was finishing his threat, the school's morning bell rings, signaling that class starts in 3 minutes. Behind the wall of gorillas, you hear an adult voice: "what's this? No more hanging out! You know the rules! The bell means class! C'mon! Get to class amigos!"
Quickly, as the gang breaks up, Anthony quickly releases you and then whispers in your ear, "Lay a HAIR on mah gurl, " (he yanks off some of your hairs), "and off goes your balls!" (he knees you in the nuts). With that, he spits a gooey mass onto your overalls and walks away. Behind him you see a girl (probably one of Jennifer's friends) staring at you shortly before walking away with the rest of the crowd. Then you see a yard duty man turning around. He sees you, and says, "What are you still loitering for? Get to class!"
Not hesitating if it wasn't for your aching balls and your thumping scalp, you walk to class with a burning rage in your heart. But then your mind recalls that girl who stared at you...
Suddenly, as you walk to your morning class, Biology, you stumble, and almost trip, upon an irregular object on the ground. You turn around in curiosity to see what it is. You look down: only to find an insignificant-looking cellphone. Picking it up, you find odd but uniform markings that look like Japanese characters. Wondering who's cellphone it could be, you decide to put it in your backpack for safe keeping to return it to its rightful owner later.
Unfortunately, you, being a geek/nerd, became engrossed in today's biology class, which talked about the 4 major biological polymers (carbohydrates, lipids, proteins, and nucleic acids) and some other introductory stuff which you found easy. But the main reason why this easy class interested you was because you found your female biology teacher, Miss Fleuron, rather physically appealing. But what made her more appealing was because she was smart. You became so engrossed in the class and your biology teacher that you forgot all about returning the cellphone in to the school's lost and found.
But what even more made you forget was when P.E. (physical education) came along during fifth period. There was nothing to do during that class but watch as the (very appealing) instructor (Miss Rainer, according to her syllabus) literally demonstrated what we would be doing in her class throughout the year. Seeing how lovely and smooth one of her aerobic demonstrations were, you began to wonder what Jennifer or that girl who stared at you would look like in their P.E. uniforms. But that was until the class ended, and when lunch started...
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BACK AT HOME
So... later that night, after coming home, playing halo 3 on your xbox 360, slaughtering noobs without mercy, eating dinner, lying to your parents about how lovely school was today for no apparent reason, the time for homework came. It was 8:30 pm and the sun has set. You sit alone at your desk in your room with a single desk lamp barely illuminating the room. Still at your desk, you empty your backpack of its contents onto your desk. Of the contents, you find the material from all your classes: biology textbook, biology binder, biology homework, history textbook, history binder, piece of binder paper, english textbook, english practice workbook, english binder... Geometry binder, geometry homework... geography homework, geography atlas, a cellphone with japanese characters on it, health workbook...
"Wait..." you said. Picking up the cellphone and staring at it for 1 minute, you then whack yourself on the head with it for forgetting to return what was not yours. Wondering what to do with this foreign object in your hands, the scientific curiosity within you rises. You decide to maybe explore the cellphone to hopefully find out if if may have any data in it or at least a picture in it that might help you find out who this cellphone belonged to. Holding the power button, the screen flashes on with a bright blue light. After the blue light disappears, you see a scrolling maze of japanese characters and numbers and digits flashing before your eyes.
The blue light wasn't very odd or suspicious, but these odd characters are. For a moment you suspect a glitch or a virus is present within the cellphone's infrastructure/system. But after a few seconds, all the scrolling characters stop and the screen blacks out. Oddly, within one second, the screen slowly brightens up again, but with a different image displaying. You see equations of what the numbers on the cellphone's dial pad equals. The picture looks like this:
______________________
1= fghn 2= w@ln 3= l0xz
4= aas# 5= kay* 6= nsjs
7= a$qi 8= (y^o 9= vbu^
*=gld% 0= !^%^ #= tyua
|_$%g___________*bbr&_|
Seeing the encoding of the Cellphone was definitely foreign, you guess that the cellphone is trying to translate the coding into actual words. The numbers and the equal signs make sense, but what the equal is spelled as gibberish...
"This is... weird..." you mutter.
Just then, you here a knock on the door; followed by your mother's voice, "James? Can I come in? I just need to get the laundry basket..."
Swiftly, you toss the cellphone into your backpack and pretend to do your homework.
"Sure mom!" you answer. Mom comes in and takes the laundry basket near the closet. Just as she was about to leave, she turns around and says, "I'm so proud of you. Working so hard. Remember to sleep early! Your father and I will be - he's been very stressed at work today so if you need anything, ask tomorrow! G'nite James!"
Hearing the excited tone of your mother's voice you can tell why she's going to bed early. That could only mean one thing for you: less interruption. Of course, you still have your bigger and little sister, Nicole, but they shouldn't be coming into your room today since Alessandra will be buried in homework and Nicole is having a sleepover tea party with her other middle school friends in her room. But just to be cautious, you decide to proceed to your homework in case they DO come in.
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LATER THAT NIGHT
It is 10:45 and you just finished your homework. It was a lot for the first day, and it was difficult to concentrate from the excitement caused by the mysterious "cellphone", but you eventually finished it all.
Putting away the homework, rushing over to the door to lock it, and then grabbing the cellphone from inside your backpack, you notice that it is still on! Usually, as you remember your old cellphone, the screen turns off after about a minute of inactivity. But that is not matter. With the cellphone in your right hand, you turn off the table lamp and hop into bad. Curling into a ball under the blankets, you decide what to do with the cell phone. You don't know what the gibberish means, but curiosity is almost overwhelming; this is definitely NOT a normal cellphone. Is it a prototype made from a different country? Is it alien? No thats stupid... But then can it be a weapon? Or just a toy?
Eventually, you decide to...
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