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Writefury started it! X-D

Go check out her reply to the prompt. Right now. I command thee. 😛

Also, in this story, there’s a cameo. Anyone who can correctly identify the cameo may make a demand of me. However, I can’t promise deadlines at the moment, so let’s just say I’ll do it when I can. 😉

Interdimensional Physics for Dummies

                Gerald walked into interdimensional physics class to find his idiot friend doodling on the chalkboard with RoseArts, his bag forgotten by his usual seat. He smacked Michael in the back of the head—rather gently, if he did say so himself. “What do you think you’re doing?” he demanded. A few snickers came from the early-comers. They saw this drama enacted every day.

In fact, maybe that’s why they came to class so early…

“That doesn’t look like cursive to me,” Gerald informed Michael kindly. Michael ignored him, standing on tiptoes and stretching his skinny back to reach the top of the chalkboard. “So what is it?” Gerald asked, curiosity getting the better of him. He immediately regretted his indiscretion.

So Michael might be partly deaf, but that didn’t justify him ignoring people.

Michael finished part of his curve and stared at Gerald. “Oh, hi!” he said, sounding surprised. His nerdy glasses were slipping down over the bridge of his nose, making him look even more stupid than usual. Gerald kindly pushed them back up, and they immediately began to slide back down again.

He didn’t know why Michael wore them all the time. After all, he only needed them to read. He was farsighted, not blind!

“So what is it?” Gerald asked, gesturing at the board.

“It’s a probability machine diagram,” Michael explained. “And it looks good.”

Why was Gerald friends with this idiot again?

The door opened and the professor marched in, several minutes before the rest of the class would come straggling in. “Good morning, boys,” he said in a voice that was far too bright for this horrible hour. He squinted at the chalkboard.

“Is that the Carson-Leither probability engine you were talking about earlier, Michael?” he asked, pulling his nerdy glasses out of his suit pocket and sliding them up the bridge of his nose. As far as Gerald was concerned, while Michael might need glasses for things close to his face, the professor didn’t need them at all.

“Yes, sir,” Michael said, continuing to draw.

“I’m afraid I’ll have to erase part of it later,” the professor said apologetically, sounding bipolar.

“I can take a photo with my cell phone, sir,” Gerald said, making a squid face at Michael’s back.

“No need. It’s the principle of the thing, you see,” the Professor explained. Gerald didn’t see, but of course he was not going to say that.

The professor’s watch alarm went off, Gerald and Michael sat down, and class began.

Seven and a half minutes later, the rest of the class rushed breathlessly in, madly waving coffee cups, books, papers, pencils, pens, highlighters, and in one memorable case, a lizard.

The professor asked them what the blackboard drawing was. None of them had any idea.

After all, they were all very late.

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