[bamthedoc]

The road to school was normal enough. It only takes a few minutes; then again, it is only about 50 miles from the outskirts, where my small community, is to the school in near the mid-town. Marie brought up the usual subject...school. She had a few problems with our math assignment, but that's usual. I guess we're fortunate that we share all the same classes.

At school, Taslon is entering his access code to his locker. All the lockers look pretty much the same. They all have a console access pad on the front. Taslon's locker says:
<<Macritone Taslon Zagrobe
Pittsarough, Pennsylvania, USA
Please Enter Acess Code: _ _ _ _ _>>
There are several unfamiliar (to the audience) letters/symbols along with recognizable letters/symbols. It looks like there could be trillions of combinations possible. Taslon enters his (and no, I'm not telling you). His locker opens, and he pulls some stuff out oh his bookbag, looking somewhat concerned.

Marie: *hurrying out of a room* Taslon! You forgot your book.
Taslon: *taking the book* Thanks. I can't believe I forgot this...
Marie: It's not like you. What's wrong?
Taslon: *PAUSE, for a moment* I...don't know.
Marie: Don't know? Or won't tell me?
Taslon: *putting his book in his locker and pulling out another* It's nothing.
Marie: Okay... Anyway! I'll see you in a few!

Marie runs off to her next class (their next class...) while Taslon watches her down the hall. Why can't I get this odd feeling off my chest? Why do I feel like...someone's watching me? Taslon shakes his head and walks in the same direction Marie just went. The bell rings as he enters a room.

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April: Where are they?!
John: Don't worry, they're in line.
April: How's it take that long to get lunch?
Marie: *walking up with Taslon* Hi-eye!
Taslon: Hi, all.

April often shows her upbringing. She's a military brat, and it oft shows with her discipline and general attitude. She has black hair that kinda melds into her chosen style (almost camo, but too dark to tell). Her eyes are as mild as her hair, hazel. John, on the other hand, is definetly a sportsman. He's on the football team, wearing his letter jacket (yes...they still have them). He look like what could be called an arian.

John: What took so long?
April: Definetly. The wait shouldn't have been that long.
Marie: Oh, you know. Someone had to have special order.
Taslon: Marie was almost ready to scream.
Marie: *"punching" Taslon, he does a pretend "ouch"* No I wasn't!

Normal enough for half a day, right? Well, it wasn't getting wierd yet. Lunch was normal, however. John and April wanted to check up on history, they were studying the Great War. Marie and I were a little ahead of them though; we are on the Human Wars at around 550 NE(to be explained later). But it is nowhere near the end of the day. It will prove to be "one of those days..."