The auditoriums were full of moving people. Some went to and fro to get some food from the carpark, others travelled to other auditoriums to visit acquaintances.
Just everyone was getting warmed up for the next challenge. Three hours had passed already since the competitions begun. The Greatest Scientist of the Age had commenced by ten o'clock, and now it was already few minutes past one, in the afternoon. Situated in the front row of the Auditorium B where Anderson and Professor Nelson were seated, Mr. Simpson had come to join the company. If there was anyone more proud of Anderson, right now, it was his father. Anderson explained that he'd learnt vital knowledge from Professor Nelson, which had aided him big time, throughout his first two stages. However, he carefully made sure to conceal anything relating to the main mission he was here for. If indeed his mother was still alive, they all just had to wait. HeOn seeing the approaching old man, the whole crowd was stirred up. This was the Dr. Archer everybody mused over, and just like they thought, he really met up to the descriptions. He walked with his hands behind his back, and his head raised in the disposition of an expert. Despite the ruckus the crowd was making, he did not even feel the least disturbed. He walked slowly, as though extremely conscious of where to place his foot next, to the platform where those who had just finished Stage 3 were stationed. After shaking his head slightly, Anderson quickly asked Enboe-21 if the features of this man matched what they'd seen in Time. “Positive,” Enboe-21 replied in an undertone. Nodding his head, Anderson commanded, “Give instructions to the bird of Jove, we begin now.” Without drawing any attention to themselves, Enboe-21 closed its eyes and sent a telepathic message to the bird of Jove, t
“This is where they die? I don't think so!” Just when everyone had lost hope, after being covered in by Dr. Archer's robots, Andy and Jake heard a familiar voice. Averting their gazes, they looked towards the hole waiting to see the speaker. Anderson activated his binoculars to scan where Thomas was standing behind the wall, but surprisingly, he wasn't even there. It seemed that someone had dropped a little speaker on the ground. It was only a means for the robots to avert the pressure from the group inside, for a moment. Realising this, Anderson smiled. He quickly sent Enboe-21 a series of instructions, and ‘boom, boom, boom!’ fireballs began to fall on the robots moving out to check the person who had the guts to boldly declare that the group within would be save. Enboe-21 fireballs were much more powerful than that of most robots, due to the QED connected within him, intensifying the converted energy.
Every teenager in Mcbornie town seemed to have risen up from bed with a smile on the face, that morning. School had finally resumed, which meant back from the long exhausting holiday. It also meant that they'd be getting to hang out with some friends they hadn't seen for a while. For Anderson, it was like every other perfect day. He was the most intelligent boy in the whole of school; some even gossiped that he had the brain of a computer. There was no doubt he'd be joining the CIA after graduation. Now for his age, seventeen, Anderson was already a spectacle. Although, everyone in Mcbornie acknowledged that he was a nerd, he however had well-developed biceps, a well-cut out figure, and a perfect V-shaped face. His grandmother had always thought it ironic. At the moment, he was lying down on his bed, face to the ceiling, calculating the rest of the day, in advance. He always calculated everything. In fact, his best friend Harrison had concluded
Jocelyn — Joce for short — could literally trade all her time to be with Anderson Simpson (or Andy, as she preferred to call him); in fact, every girl would! She was standing before the mirror, admiring her well-developed hips. She caressed her skirt delicately, then pulled the pin that held her blonde hair to let the hair fall, navel-length, at her back. She smiled at the image in front of her and blew a kiss at it. Joce lived just nextdoor from the Simpsons, and found herself lucky. . . no, fortunate, to be part of their neighbourhood. She'd been friend with Andy since Elementary School. The Simpsons were one of the oldest people in Mcbornie town. She sighed as she thought about Andy. He's such a nice guy. His father is also a very smart guy. He owned the first business firm in the town. And there; there was also his mother — From her window, she could see Andy walking out from his house. His hair was neatly combe
"I shall do no such thing!" Anderson thundered. "I must be even in my responsibility as School Prefect, and you, my friend, are being biased.""Biased! Did you just hear yourself, Anderson? You're the one who's being biased here!" Harrison shot back.Andy heaved out a heavy sigh, then he spoke more calmly. "Harrison, I understand that you have an immense dislike-""Hatred-" Harry corrected."Yes, a strong one, for bullies.""Uh-huh," Harry nodded, "you're very correct.""However-" Andy continued."Oh, here we go again-""You have got to understand that school laws shall, at no instance, be broken."Harry arched an eyebrow as if to say, "seriously?""Come on, Anderson, you saw what happened back there. James deserved what he'd received and, in fact, I'm not sure I'd have done it any better than Thomas, if I were in his shoes."Andy shaked his head in vehement disappointment."Let me ask you a question, Harry, if you we
It was a bright day. Laughter and joy filled the air. It was Mr and Mrs Simpson's wedding anniversary. Mr Simpson and Anderson played Beach Ball over a net, and just within sight was Mrs Simpson high on the waves, surfing. She waved at them, and they waved back; all smiles. Then, all of a sudden, another wave swept her off balance. Before the guys could move a muscle, the wave swept her further away from them. The last thing they heard from her was her scream: "Honey!" "Mum!" Anderson screamed out, protectively, only to wake up in his room. It was that dream again, that taunting nightmare that had been replaying the scenario that'd occurred two years ago to Anderson. Some days, Anderson would sleep like a baby, and most. . . He turned the light, over his pillow, on. Tears slipped off his eyes as he stretched his hand and picked the frame beside the clock on his bedside table. He raised it to his f
"But why would you even do that for me? It doesn't make any sense." Thomas' mouth hung open in confusion."Let's just say I'm a very nice guy." Harry smiled."You're kind to someone who committed a near-murder? That doesn't sound nice, unless you're encouraging it." Tom's eyebrow was arched, this time."For the right course, yes," Harry said, pulling the glass of juice before him to his mouth.Tom stared at him over the lunch table, as he listened to Harrison's throat gulping down the juice in one turn, and analysing the information he thought he was getting."So what are you proposing?" he asked as Harry dropped the glass against the table with a thud.Harry arched an eyebrow at Tom, questioningly."I mean - you must want something in return for a good deed, right? It's the I-owe-you-one dilemma; just like in the movies: 'I save your butt, you be my slave.'"Harrison gave out a soft laughter."Please, rephrase," Harry said. "It'
Jocelyn ran her hand through the thick forest on her head. She'd never felt less uncomfortable with herself (appearance) like she did now. She brought out the lip gloss she'd snucked into her bag earlier that day at home.Acknowledging the fact that there was a mutual infatuation between Andy and her brought her the best feeling conceivably - with it's inconveniences."I'm a girl," she whispered to herself. "I've got the hypnotism; but darn! isn't he so cute?" Jocelyn let out a deep breath.After applying some of the gloss to her lips, she caressed them by rubbing both lips against each other, forward and backward.Looking around the restroom, she sighed. It was as though she were expecting to see something. Her eyelashes flapped, meticulously, over her eyes, as she catwalked about the room, eyes fixed to the mirror. Her head wondered from one thought to the other.Just then, the fears popped up. She'd know Andy all her life, literally. He'd never ha