The Thing About Nerds

The Beginning

I wish I could say that my story was an interesting one. One with action, adventure, revenge or something. However, I am not special. I don't have super powers. I can't talk to ghosts. There is nothing extraordinary or awesome about me. Now your probably thinking, why am I reading this? It has no plot, the main character is probably stupid there is nothing here! Well I would agree with you, I wouldn't want to read this story either. But, my life had no set plot, I have done some stupid things. And as for the nothing here, there was always something. Something that made me laugh. Something that made me cry. Something that made me want to freak out and run. And maybe just maybe, you have felt those somethings too.

It was sometime in August, I can't remember the exact date. My mom came into my room, grabbed my arm and pulled me down to the basement. "Start packing, we are leaving by the end of the month," she told me.

Now let me describe my basement, imagine a huge room cold, concrete walls you know the typical unfinished basement. Except, the whole room was packed to the brim overflowing with boxes containing who knows what inside. Hundreds of items that haven't seen the light of day in years. Heck, most of these objects I haven't even seen.  And we've got a couple of weeks to pack it all.

Needless to say my parents bought a house three minutes from my high school and we moved in before the end of the month. Let me just tell you those few weeks were utter hell. I'm pretty sure I have developed a strange phobia for cardboard.

So onwards to the real story. I'll start by introducing myself. Hey there name's Sky pleased to meet you. And uhh... thats all. Oh yea, I go to school and stuff. So anyway you see those random kids in the corner of the hallway beside the janitor closet? Yea that's me and squad. NaCl, Jackass Accountant, and those other people ( you can meet them later).

So yea first day of grade ten, excited right? Nope. You see during registration I winced while looking at my time table. In fact I did a few double takes (is that even possible?).  Smack in the middle under MPM2D0 (Math course code) was Ms. Satan. Well not really but she may as well have been. From what I have heard, she's a horrible teacher, picking on kids, killing you average and just well mean!

So I walked into her class shuffling my feet. The walls were filled with random math questions taunting me. Satan walked into the room surveying her prey. Then with a sickly sweet smile said "Hello students, I'm Ms. Morgan." "Boy are we going to have fun this year!"

Turns out Ms. Morgan is actually pretty chill. She let us eat in class brought us granola bars and was really sweet and caring. Man if I could go back in time I would slap myself for falling into her clutches. Morgan is as evil as they come. Sure for the first week she was an angel, but when the claws came out I was left bleeding and dying out on the Cartesian Plain.

A/N

So just want to say a big thank you to anyone reading this story. It is a collaborative piece so I am not the only author. Please don't hesitate to vote or comment, lets have a discussion shall we?

- Sky