The New Prototype

Chapter 1

I yawned loudly and apologized when a lady shushed me for almost waking up her baby. I was on the subway train to my college. All I want to do is kick back and relax, but my older brother Ryan (a strict jackass) made me go to college as soon as high school was over. I looked around and saw the same faces. The lady with the baby, the man in the business suit, the hooker, the janitor at my college. I sighed and went back to staring out the window.

The subway train stopped and everybody got off. I ran out the doors and went up the stairs. I bumped into a man with coffee in his hands. Luckily it didn't spill, but I got a "fuck you" from him. I said it back to him and made my way to my college.

The place wasn't that special, but it was known for doctors graduating from here or some shit. I'm currently studying to become a scientist, but I wanted to become a detective or some job like that. But money is tight around my house and scientists get paid good money...I think.

I made my way through the annoying people that always hung out in the middle of the fucking path to the front doors. They gave me glares when I pushed through them, but I didn't care. I found my classroom and when I got to my seat, I plopped down and dropped my backpack on the floor.

"You look like crap." My childhood friend Brian said.

"Man, fuck you." I said and punched his shoulder.

"Alright, alright. So did you study?

"Study what?"

"The exam! We're having one today remember?" I groaned loudly and put my head on the desk.

"Brian?"

"Yeah, dude?"

"Do you think, if I slam my head hard enough on this desk I might die?" Brian laughed and wiped a tear from his eye.

"Dude, don't do that. It's just a simple exam. How hard can it be?"

Sometimes, I feel like God put Brian on this Earth to keep me out of trouble and fucking shit up. Brian's the smart one in our friendship. I'm the dumb one and I know it. Brian always gets an A and I'm here struggling with a C+.

"Alright class, take your seats and let's start the exam!" Our professor is a peppy fun kind of guy. He always has a smile on his face like me. I'm usually the class clown or the guy who gets into deep shit. Sadly, that's what I'm known for and damn proud of it.

"Any questions before we start?" He asked. I raised my hand and he picked me.

"Can we not take it?"

"Sorry Ethan, as much as I don't want to give it out, I have to. The big man says so." My professor handed me the exam and whispered how much he hated his boss. I agreed with him and started to write.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could tell Brian was already on the fifth page or something. So I flipped to the fifth page and started to copy his answers. I was about to bubble in another answer when I felt someone kick me in the leg. I looked to my left at Brian and he gave me a glare. I shrugged and smiled innocently at him. He kicked me again and I cringed.

"Stop copying off of Brian, Ethan. I can see you from here." My professor said. I leaned back in my chair and sighed. I am definitely going to fail this test. I always fail. I bubbled in random shit and hoped for the best.

(After All The Classes...)

"An 80!? Holy fucking shit! I thought I did bad, but this is amazing!" I kept looking at the 80 on the top of my paper. Wait till Ryan sees this. He's going to be so proud.

"Good job. See? Was that so hard?" Brian teased me. I stuck my tongue at him and he chuckled.

"Don't do that, that's rude." He ruffled my hair and I slapped his hand away.