"The force of attraction is equal to the multiplied interacting masses times the universal gravitational constant divided by the squared value of the separation of the masses. Or, by the formula;
F=m1m2G\r^2." Frank smiled and sat back down.
"Very, very good, Frank. As always." Mr. Edwards smiled at him proudly, giving him a slight wink. Physics teachers always favored Frank: He was hard working, and very passionate about the subject. Frank was Mr. Edwards' favorite, and Mr. Edwards' was Frank's favorite teacher. He was in his mid thirties, quite a tall guy, always dressed to kill; wearing a stylish waistcoat paired with tailored pants. He was a proud Irishman with a thick accent. He had extremely light ginger hair and a ginger beard, and always carried a little briefcase with him whenever he went around the school, getting looks from every one of the teenage girls that fancied him.
Frank liked Mr. Edwards a lot, and was at the top of his class. The bell rang, knocking Frank out of his thoughts.
"Hold it! Page seventy three, I want you guys to do the first three exercises. It's graded, so don't expect to get out of this one." Said Mr. Edwards, pointing at his eyes while doing so, getting the class to giggle. Students started to spill out of the classroom quickly.
"Hey, Frank, come here for a second." Mr. Edwards looked at me.
"Sure", I said, waiting for everyone to leave.
"Come here, grab a seat." Mr. Edwards gestured to the chair in front of his desk. I sat down in front of him.
"So... What's up?" I questioned him, half expecting to be in trouble even though I never got into trouble.
"Everything alright? You don't look so great." He said, sitting down himself, crossing his fingers.
"Gee, thanks." I rolled my eyes a little, earning a small smile from Mr. Edwards. "Just didn't get much sleep tonight, I guess." I said, shrugging.
"Anything happen?" He asked. I shifted uncomfortably. I didn't want to lie to my favorite teacher, but I didn't want to come off as a bad person.
"I kind of hit a guy with my car last night. He seemed to be fine, I wanted to take him to the hospital but he refused so I gave him a ride home. It made me feel a little sick. I hate hurting people." I confessed, scratching my head. Mr. Edwards nodded.
"Be careful when you're driving." He said, raising his eyebrows at me. I nodded. "It's okay, it happens. Just be more careful in the future." I nodded again.
"I know. I should pay more attention." I said, sighing.
"Anyway, Frank," He said, fumbling around in his briefcase, taking a little brochure out of it. He handed it to me.
"I'd like you to participate in the astronomy tournament. If you want, of course. You're my best student." I inspected the little brochure. The competition is going to be in New York City, a fair amount of the Northeast states participating. I don't usually like parading my talents around for everyone to see, but Mr. Edwards was looking at me pleadingly, and I was probably the best participant they can get out of the class. So I nodded.
"I'll do it." I said, and Mr. Edwards smiled at me, all wide and happy.
"Great, you're a savior!" He said, "Ok, torture is over, you can go now." I laughed a little and got up.
"Always a pleasure, Mr. Edwards." I said on my way to the door, grabbing my backpack off the floor.
"You can call me Richey when there's no one else around." He said and I nodded.
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Starman (Frerard)
FanfictionNo doubt in that, space was absolutely my most favorite thing in the world. But I'm no little kid anymore. Today, actually, is my Seventeenth birthday. I didn't have a party or anything, I didn't have a lot of friends, but my family did give me th...
