Mad Science/Club (Alyssa) 1
From Create Your Own Story
You decide to raise your hand. Barrie does too, as well as one of the other kids. Allison counts the hands.
"It's decided then. Our class mascot is a dragon. Okay, anyone who wants to can draw a dragon for tomorrow. We'll vote on the pictures then, and the best one is our mascot image. For now, it's off to your first class."
You suffer through the boring normal-placed learning of your English, Science, and History classes. But after that it's fourth period, Club Period!
Each student has been allowed to pick a topic for "self-directed study". This is kind of like a class, but the students work together to learn, and teachers are only there to be a resource. Rather than a class, they call it a "club", and it can be in just about any field where five or more students could be found with a common interest. You took Variant Science as your first choice, and apparently so did enough other people. That meant that in fourth period you came down to the sub-basement, room B201.
There are a couple dozen other kids in the room, from all grade levels. They're mostly boys, but there are a few girls here. You recognize Taylor from home room; as soon as she spots you she heads over.
"Hey! I didn't know you'd signed up for Mad Science too!"
"Mad Science? I thought it was Variant Science!"
"It is, but the seniors call it Mad Science because it's cooler. So, have you done any experiments?"
"Yeah. I turned our pet canary invisible. Now the only way we can tell he's in his cage is from the singing."
"Cool. I made my pet rabbit semi-anthropomorphic. She can actually take care of herself now, mostly, but she does spend a lot of time ... enjoying herself." She waves her hand up and down near her groin in case I somehow hadn't gotten it.
"That's a little disturbing."
"Not as bad as when she sits in my big brother's lap and does it. She's only eighteen inches tall!"
You try not to think about the image that's forming. "So what's your name? I mean, I know you're last name's Taylor..."
"Oh, I'm Emily. What about you?"
"Pete. Pete Williams."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Pete Pete Williams."
"Likewise, Emily the Bunny Girl."
We both giggled.
"Emily!" It was Barrie, the guy she'd fought over the desk with. He was frowning.
"Hi, Trevor. Trevor, this is Pete; Pete, Trevor. Trevor and I have known each other since grade seven."
Trevor smiles, but the smile doesn't come up to his eyes. "Pete. So Emmie, should we grab seats?"
"Good idea. Lets get three together."
Trevor frowns again and you get it. Emily's his girlfriend.
