It is the middle of a stormy night, and a boy, around 13 years of age is typing a report on the computer, the room looks like a stereotypical boys room, put with posters of space and the periodic table. The boy continues to adjusts his glasses while still typing. He then finishes typing the last sentence and lays back in relief.
"There my report on Reconstruction is complete, now I can go to sleep!" said the boy. He gets up and streatches. He walks out of the room to go downstairs to the kitchen. He goes to the refrigerator and takes out a plastic container filled with a type of soup noodle.
"Oh right! Bun bo Hue, my favorite!" said the boy. He takes it out and puts it in the microwave. He puts the timer to 3 minuets and starts the microwave.
Then the sound of the phone ringing blares through the house. Seeing as his parents are at a bussiness meeting across town, he is alone in the house and goes to pick up the phone. He picks it up after 4 rings and answers the call.
"Hello, Truc residance." said the boy.
"Yes, is this Xuan Truc, X Middle School's smartest kid?" asked a man with a distorted voice.
"Well, I am the president of the Chemistry club and President pro tempore of the X Middle School student senate, and higest ranked GPA in the school." said Xuan.
"Listen, I have an offer to give you Mr. Truc, as you can see your just .5 GPA points above the number 2 spot by a Miss Third, I can make sure that your competition be elimanated and that you can stay number for the rest of your final year." said the man.
"Okay, tell me what to do." said Xuan, taking advantage of the opportunity.
"All you have to do is sabatoge your competitors, make them fail, I'll give you orders on what to do next, so deal?" asked the man.
"Deal!" said Xuan, happy that he can stay in the top and dosen't have to work that much for it.
"Oh, and by the way, your Bun bo Hue soup is done, laa kon" said the man, he hangs up.
Whomever this man is, he knows that he's heating soup and knows how to say goodbye in Thai fluently. But it didn't matter that much to Xuan. He starts to grin a big grin, because the 4 people below him will stay below him, and no one will stop him.
"X Middle School, your looking at the Validictorian of the 8th grade class of 2004!" yelled Xuan to himself as lightning and thunder continue outside.
Ingenia