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Writefury started it! X-D

Go check out her reply to the prompt. Right now. I command thee. ๐Ÿ˜›

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. ๐Ÿ˜‰


Interdimensional Physics for Dummies

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

In fact, maybe thatโ€™s why they came to class so earlyโ€ฆ

โ€œThat doesnโ€™t look like cursive to me,โ€ Gerald informed Michael kindly. Michael ignored him, standing on tiptoes and stretching his skinny back to reach the top of the chalkboard. โ€œSo what is it?โ€ Gerald asked, curiosity getting the better of him. He immediately regretted his indiscretion.

So Michael might be partly deaf, but that didnโ€™t justify him ignoring people.

Michael finished part of his curve and stared at Gerald. โ€œOh, hi!โ€ 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 didnโ€™t know why Michael wore them all the time. After all, he only needed them to read. He was farsighted, not blind!

โ€œSo what is it?โ€ Gerald asked, gesturing at the board.

โ€œItโ€™s a probability machine diagram,โ€ Michael explained. โ€œAnd it looks good.โ€

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. โ€œGood morning, boys,โ€ he said in a voice that was far too bright for this horrible hour. He squinted at the chalkboard.

โ€œIs that the Carson-Leither probability engine you were talking about earlier, Michael?โ€ 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 didnโ€™t need them at all.

โ€œYes, sir,โ€ Michael said, continuing to draw.

โ€œIโ€™m afraid Iโ€™ll have to erase part of it later,โ€ the professor said apologetically, sounding bipolar.

โ€œI can take a photo with my cell phone, sir,โ€ Gerald said, making a squid face at Michaelโ€™s back.

โ€œNo need. Itโ€™s the principle of the thing, you see,โ€ the Professor explained. Gerald didnโ€™t see, but of course he was not going to say that.

The professorโ€™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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