Experiment High School (Freshman Year): A Lilo & Stitch FanFic
By Inferno19900828
Written on Monday, May 16, 2016 at 06:37:52 Central Daylight Time
Prologue: Summer Vacation
…Watseka, Illinois…Friday, May 20, 2005…7:00 PM Central Daylight Time…
Thirty-five of Jumba Jookiba's "evil genius experiments" sat in the Experiment Middle School Auditorium, eagerly waiting to graduate from the eighth grade. These experiments, the 600-series, sat in their seats, waiting for the Principal to call their numbers. For a specific two, 6-2-4 and 6-2-6, this day was special, because they were getting married later that night. In Watseka, the six hundred and thirty-five experiments had lived for three years with the burden of 6-2-6's dehydration, (he was eventually rehydrated and placed in the sixth grade with the rest of them), in May 2002. Eventually, the principal started calling off their names.
After each experiment's name was called, it went up to the principal, grabbed its diploma, shook his hand, and went back to its seat. This meant that they would all be going on to Experiment High School, in Watseka. There was initially some confusion amongst the experiments there. Experiment 6-0-0, or as he's more commonly known, Woops, was not present at the graduation ceremony. He was so clumsy and dumb that he had failed the eighth grade.
…Two Hours Later…
After the graduation ceremony, some of the experiments gathered to discuss their plans for the summer. Several of them had wanted a nice, quiet summer with no worrying about school or homework. Another few wanted to find romance. Two of them, however, wanted so much more. Experiment 6-2-4 and Experiment 6-2-6 had been in love with each other since kindergarten. At first, their parents didn't really care for the idea, but over time, they had seen just how much the two experiments really loved each other. After eight years of dating, in June of 2004, the two finally told their parents that they were ready to get married. They didn't really want a fancy ceremony and their parents eventually consented during the summer break before their eighth grade year.
…An Hour Later…
6-2-6 and 6-2-4 got married in the chapel at St. Edmunds Catholic Church in Watseka. The ceremony wasn't anything really fancy; they just took their vows and life went on. Then, the two lovers got together with some of their friends and began to discuss what they were going to do the next day. One of these friends was Experiment 6-2-1, who was a total stoner. He told the group that he was gonna smoke a lot of pot and smoke it all day long. 6-2-6 responded to that with, "What the fuck, man, is that all you do?"
"Yeah," 6-2-1 said, "What's it to you?"
"I can smell the pot smoke coming from your house every fucking minute of every fucking day." 6-2-6 argued, while 6-2-1 laughed, "Dude, that's so not funny!"
"Well," 6-2-1 said, "There ain't nothin' I can do 'bout that."
"Yes there is," 6-2-6 retorted, "quit smokin' so much goddamn pot!"
The two experiments stopped arguing long enough for 6-0-9 to say that he was going to sit at his computer and read about bugs all day. 6-2-1 replied to that with, "Dude, you're such a fuckin' nerd."
"Yeah," 6-0-9 retorted, "I am. I like it that way, and that's also how I got A's and B's all through eighth grade. You, on the other hand, barely passed!"
He let it go at that, realizing that 6-0-9 was right. Then, 6-2-5 said that he was going to sleep all day. 6-2-1, always the one to start an argument, replied, "You would, you lazy fuck."
"Oh, my god, 6-2-1," 6-2-6 said, "Will you please shut the fuck up?"
He did, and the group continued to discuss their plans. Then, after an hour of this, they dispersed, returning home to go to sleep.
…The next morning…
Experiment 6-2-6 woke up bright and early to find that his bedroom reeked of pot. He knew that 6-2-1 was doing exactly what he said he would do. Almost like second nature, he thought to himself, How the hell can that motherfucker breathe with all that pot smoke in the air? He went out on the front porch of the house to get some fresh air. He noticed experiment 6-2-4 sitting on the front porch of her family's home. 6-2-1 also noticed her and before 6-2-6 could go over to her, 6-2-1 was already there, chatting her up. She ignored him and he slunk away, thinking she was just a bitch. He had no idea that she'd married 6-2-6 the night before; and he was stoned out of his mind anyway, so even if he did, he probably didn't remember it. 6-2-6 went over to her and kissed her on the nose, telling her that he loved her. Then, the two went back into their respective homes in order to take a long nap.
…Later that afternoon…
6-2-1 realized that he'd spent all morning smoking pot. This was not at all out of the ordinary for teenagers in Watseka, but the amount of it that he smoked dwarfed even the most prolific human potheads in town. He got his shit from one source, but I don't know his name. He was a twenty-something-year-old human pothead who lived on the south side of town. He was also going to nearby Kankakee Community College, taking calculus II for the third time, because he was always so stoned that he failed the class twice.
6-2-6 woke up and sat in his room, playing text tag with 6-2-4, who had also just awoken. They both sat in their rooms, wishing the stench of pot would just go the fuck away. The two would talk of their future together and bash on 6-2-1, who they both thought would drop out before the end of freshman year.
…Watseka, Illinois…Tuesday, July 26, 2005…
Before the experiments knew it, the summer was almost over. They only had about another month before they went back to school. Making the most of it, they each did what made them happy. 6-2-4 and 6-2-6 spent most of the next month together. 6-2-1 spent more than half of it smoking pot. 6-0-9 spent almost all of it sitting in front of his computer reading about bugs. 6-1-1 spent it doing vector calculus. Seven new experiments were activated during the past six months. They were all working, trying to earn some money. Most of the others also had jobs, and were working during the summer.
…Monday, August 22, 2005…
All thirty-five experiments were gathered in a group enjoying their last day of summer break before they had to go to school. They decided to throw a party in the park behind their homes. 6-2-1, unbeknownst to the group, had brought a few blunts to the party. Each of the remaining thirty-four experiments decided to just say "fuck it" and try the weed. After all, this was the last time they'd all be able to hang out and do anything together.
As the experiments sparked up their blunts, they started sucking the smoke into their lungs. After a while, there was a huge cloud of pot smoke hanging overhead, with twelve experiments passing the fuck out. Neither 6-2-4 nor 6-2-6 passed out, because they were used to getting a second-hand high from 6-2-1's smoke entering through their opened bedroom windows. Although neither of them passed out, they were still high as fuck. They finished their blunts and then laid back and let the high pass. Then, they both sparked up another one with 6-2-1 and repeated the process.
Now, Nothing these experiments have done today is out of the normal routine of Watseka teenage life. Even at age fifteen, there is still a large number of people who smoke pot. They just joined a growing number of local teenagers who have smoked pot.
…End of Chapter…