"Before time began, there was, the Cube. We know not where it comes from, only that it has the power to create worlds, and fill them, with life. That is how our race began. For a time, we lived in harmony, but with all great power, some wanted it for good, others for evil. And so began the war. A war that ravaged our planet until it was consumed by death, and the cube was lost to the far reaches of space. We scattered across the galaxy, hoping to find it, and rebuild our home. Searching every star, every world. And just when all hope seemed lost, message of a new discovery drew us to an unknown planet, called Earth. But we were already too late."
"Okay, Miss. Shane, you're up." the teacher called and a teenage girl with long black hair and gold eyes, that got her made fun of a lot, walked to the front of the class, her back pack in hand. She stepped behind the front desk and dumped her back pack out.
"Sorry, I got a lot of stuff." she stated, chuckling nervously, shaking the back pack until everything was out. She looked at the boy she had a crush on since the second grade and smiled at him. Of course he didn't notice her as his girlfriend, one of the evilest girls in the entire school, leaned over to whisper something in his ear.
"Okay. For my family gene-" she was cut off by something hitting her in the neck.
"Who-who did that? People...responsibility..." the teacher stated, pointing to the class and sitting back down in his chair, he motioned the gold-eyed girl to continue.
"For my family genealogy report, I decided to do it on my Great-Great grandfather, very famous man, Captain Sannal Shane, very famous explorer. In fact, he was one of the first people to explore the arctic circle," she stopped and picked up the map and opened it, "which is a big deal. In 1897, he took 41 brave sailors straight into the Arctic Shelf." she stopped as the Shane motto rang through her head, no sacrifice, no victory. "So that's the story, right? And here we have some of the basic instruments and tools used by 19th century seamen." the class started laughing and the teacher held up a stop sign that said 'quiet' "This here is the quadrant which you can get for 80 bucks, its all for sale by the way. Like the, uh, sextant here," again laughter, "$50 for this, which is a bargain." she held up a pair of broken glasses "These are pretty cool, these are my grandfather's glasses. I haven't quite gotten them appraised yet, but they have seen many cool things."
"Are you going to see me his liver? Miss. Shane, this isn't show and tell, this is the 11th grade. I don't think your grandfather would be particularly proud about what your doing." the teacher stated, his head on his hand.
"I know, I'm sorry. I just, this is all going towards my car fund. You can tell your folks, its on eBay, I take , cold hard cash works too. And the compass makes a great gift for Columbus Day." she stated.
"Samantha."
"Sorry. Unfortunately, my Great-Great- Grandfather, the genius that he was, wound up going blind and crazy," she held up two yellowed newspaper articles, "in a psycho ward. Drawing these strange symbols and babbling on about some, giant ice man that he thought he'd discovered." she was cut off by the bell.
"Okay, might be a pop quiz tomorrow, might not. Sleep in fear tonight."
"50, 40, 30?" Samantha asked the leaving students, holding up the glasses.
"Samantha."
"Sorry." she mumbled walking over to the teachers desk with a smile on her face after shoving everything back in her back pack "Okay, pretty good right?"
"I would say, a solid B-" Samantha's face fell.
"A B-?"
"You were hawking your great-grandfathers crap in my classroom."
"No look, Kids enjoy, ok look do me a favor, can you look out the window? do you see my dad out there? the one in the green car? Now let me tell you about a dream, a girl's dream. And a man's promise to that girl. He looked me in the eye and said 'Hon, I'm gonna buy you a car, but I want you to bring me $2,000 and three As' I got the two thousand and I got two As," she put her fingers together, "Here's the dream. Your B-..." she made a small explosion sound and her hands fell apart from each other "Dream gone. Sir, just ask yourself, What Would Jesus Do?"