Homeschoolers in Highschool, Part Two

Status
Not open for further replies.
Two teenage boys, not from Smoky Lake East but from Smoky Lake West, were absent from their school that morning. One was black, the other white, but they hung out together in a shared dislike of Asians. And they had contacts at East High. Early Wednesday morning, claiming to have had skateboard accidents, they both sought aid at the Free Clinic downtown. The white boy had a hairline fracture in his collarbone where it met the left shoulder; the other had extremely bad bruising in his rear end, as if he had been kicked by a horse. But while the medical personnel at the clinic had heard about the attempted mugging, they had it pigeonholed as an East High incident, and so didn't think to tell the police about these patients.
 
Alipang's history class was dedicated to nothing but preaching about how evil and horrible Europeans and White Americans were. Alipang knew that, as a brown-skinned Filipino, he was expected to agree enthusiastically with everything being taught; but he was biding his time before saying that he DISagreed with many points.
 
Chilena walk out of class " Once again Math teacher bites," she said to herself walking in the English class sitting next to Dan.
 
OOC: Alipang has the same English class as Dan and Chilena, but I was looking ahead to a later period in view of the assembly. Assume Alipang present during that exchange between the other two, but playing no part in events. What Alipang is looking forward to is trigonometry and later biology, the two courses he shares with Kim.
 
She sighed still taking notes down " If they don't I think this be my new class," she told him, with a smile playing with her necklace.
 
" I know just wish they do," she told him, still playing with her necklace " Al?," she asked, she was right behind him.
 
Since first period was not totally filled by the assembly...

Alipang, partly due to physical fatigue with so little sleep last night, partly due to residual emotional effects of last night's drama, drifted into la-la land for a short while.

In la-la land, as it happened, a beauty queen called Miss This Universe And All Parallel Universes Too, who had the most perfect body ever seen topped by a perfect oval face framed by lush dark hair, was being kidnapped by an evil gang of diesel-truck drivers, who threatened to torture her to death with suffocating torrents of cusswords. But they were forgetting to reckon with that swashbuckling superhero--

THE FILIPINO FIREBALL!!

With his nuclear-powered balisong knives, the Filipino Fireball slashed all the tires of all the 18-wheelers faster than a human eye could follow, immobilizing the gang. Then, when the poor outclassed fools tried rushing him forty to one, the superhero just squeezed his eyes, nose and mouth shut, then shot a vast cloud of hot spice powders out of his ears, which rendered the evil truckers helpless as if hit by tear gas. But the Fireball's powdered spice was formulated to be harmless to beautiful sexy heroines; thus Miss This Universe Etc. was able to stroll at ease out of the very midst of the choking, gagging criminals.

Draping herself over her rescuer with her face an inch from his, she whispered in husky and passionate tones, "How can I possibly ever thank you, Filipino Fireball?"

But his sister's voice broke in before the superhero could suggest something.
 
Last edited:
Status
Not open for further replies.
Back
Top