Max POV
"Max! Max!" a voice called, interrupting my fantasy. "MAX! Thunderman!"
Oh yeah. Almost forgot where I was. Science with with Mrs. Lee. Yay.
And, for some strange reason, I'd apparently fallen asleep in the single most boring class of the school day. How did that happen? Well, I take that back. Math is up there for boringest class ever. But I think they're both so boring because I already know most of the stuff.
"Max!" Mrs. Lee whined again.
"What?" I cried back.
"Since you were paying so much attention to the lesson today," she started, which earned a few snickers from multiple students. "Would you like to explain to us what the three types of radioactive decay are? Details, please!"
She must have done a lesson on that today, while I was sleeping and dreaming about taking over the world, before she so rudely awoke me.
It was an easy question. Alpha decay creates alpha particles, which consist of two protons and two neutrons, much like a helium particle, which, in turn, causes the original atom to lose two protons and neutrons. The weakest type of radioactivity. Gamma decay is caused by electromagnetic radiation, and it creates gamma radiation, which is harmful to human cells, and no subatomic particles are lost or gained. The strongest type of decay, as well as my personal favorite. Mostly because it's so dangerous. The third type, beta decay creates (you guessed it!) beta particles identical to electrons. Slightly damaging to human cells, and its strength was somewhere in between alpha and gamma. An obviously simplified definition.
Of course I wasn't going to say all that in front of the class. I do have a reputation to uphold, and it is not the nerdy, know-it-all science whiz. I am one, but not everybody has to know that. Even though I'm still the new kid with no permanent friends.
"Uh, alpha, beta, gamma?" I replied, and it sounded more like a question than the answer to one.
"Details, Thunderman! Details!" she sighed.
"Oh, right. Let's see..." I trailed off, pretending to be deep in thought. "Nope. S'all I got," I shrugged.
The teacher rolled her head back and groaned. Oh great. Now she was going to lecture us the rest of the period on paying attention.
Or maybe she wouldn't. If the wall clock was somehow connected to the main bell system, which I think it was, I might be able to land me a way out of this torture.
I smirked as I leaned back in my chair, mostly to conceal my fingers. Using my telekinesis, I was able to wind the hands of the clock forward enough so that Mrs. Lee would have only but a few seconds before the bell rang.
And there it was. My beautiful savior. And Mrs. Lee was still just opening her mouth!
"Well that's odd," I heard her mutter below the shrill piercing sound of the bell.
There was absolutely no sense of suspicion about the unusually early ending of the period or reluctance to pack up, just thankfulness, among my classmates.
I had thrown my black backpack over one shoulder and was slipping out the door when Mrs. Lee called my name one last time.
"Max! See me for Study Hall tomorrow!"
Study Hall? Barf. I'd just skip it.
I shook my head 'no' and continued out the doorway, finding myself in a crowded, turquoise and yellow tiled hall. Apparently the rest of the school had gotten the 'early leave' memo too.
Eventually, I pushed my way over to my locker, which was across the way from Phoebe's and Cherry's.
"Hey, Max!" Phoebe.
"That's my name; don't wear it out!" I replied. Seriously. Between her and my science teacher, just...just don't get me started!
"Do you have any idea why the period ended so early? I was in the middle of an essay and the bell rang. No warning or anything, and today's not an early-out day," she told me.
"If you're saying that I moved the clock forward fifteen or so minutes so Mrs. Lee wouldn't have to yell at us for the rest of that time because I was sleeping in class and refused to answer a question properly, then you'd be correct!" I explained sarcastically.
"Geez, Max! Do you want to get us exposed?!" she hissed.
"Geez, Phoebe! Chill out!" I mocked in a high-pitched impression of my twin.
She rolled her eyes agitatedly.
"Well, see you later, because I got myself some lunch to eat!" I said, walking off into the flow of the crowd, only for Phoebe to grab the handle of my backpack. "What now?" I kvetched.
"I don't want to have to move again, and I know you don't either!" she sissed. Admittedly, if she wanted to, Phoebe would make a great supervillain. Too bad she was wasting her talent on all that hero junk.
But seriously, I was starting to get hungry.
AN: Hey guys! I think I have a new fandom! (The Thundermans). Yup. Tis that awesome. Anywho, Max and Dipper are my favorite characters for each show, so I'll mostly be writing their POVs. Next chapter'll be Dippingsauce. See you then, I guess!