Heyy guyz! I came up wif th main idea for this story while listening to the song thats probably gunna show up in it sumwhere.

[Anonymous POV]

Damn!

My ship is hit!

Shit! Where am I anyway? I don't recognize this system! Does that planet have rings?

OH SHIT! AN ASTEROID FIELD!

[Omniscient POV]

'Damn. Can this class get any more boring?' Thought Kevin.

"Alright class, take out your textbooks and turn to page three-hundred and ninety-four" Said the teacher, Mr. Fagginston.

Kevin rummaged around in his backpack for his book. When he found it he made a face at the cover.
'wow, couldn't they have at least put some thought into the title. I mean, not that just plain ol' "Social Studies" isn't working for me. He flipped through his book until he found the page his fellow classmates were reading.

He took one look at the title of that chapter and groaned. It was as if Mr Fagginston had read his mind. The Renaissance. He probably knew more about this era than the textbook writers did. He had had a major interest in this as a kid. He had even made a small patch of chain mail in the forge his friends dad owned. He had burned himself, but hey, he was only seven.

Apparently Kevin didn't even look like he was reading, because soon enough, Mr. Fag (nickname) called on him.

"Alright Kevin, since you look SO interested in this reading, why don't you give us an overview of what this chapter says, hmm?"

Kev, as his friends called him, opened his mouth to make one of his usual smartass answers when he realized he didn't know what the book actually said.

" I - umm... Uh..." the rest of the class started laughing nervously at him, glancing at their teacher to see if he approved. Kevin felt his face flush red and sank low in his chair, letting his long, jet black hair cover his green eyes. Mr. Fag sneered smugly, flipping his head as his medium-long brown hair got in his eyes.

"Right, thats what I thought. Come and see me after class Mr. Sampson."

" Yes Mr. F" He sighed, sinking even lower into his chair, scowling.

The bell rang for the class to get out for the day.

Kevin slowly packed up his stuff and headed to Mr. Fagginstons desk with his head bowed. On the way someone caught him by the arm. He glared up at the offender, only to see it was his best friend Tommie.

"Woah, dude. If looks could kill, i think you would just have blown up the room."

Tommie was taller than average, with blond hair and a light brown eyes. He wasn't exactly fat, but he also wasn't the skinniest person in the room. Despite all this, and his position on the Football team, he was still Kevin's friend. They had known each other since preschool. Tommie was 'in' with basically all the groups. The jocks loved him cuz he's on the football team, and he's pretty smart, so he has a lot of regular friends too. All the girls loved him because he is 'sensitive', but this also means that nobody wants to hurt his feelings, including kevin, who knew how it could go wrong if he blew off his steam at Tommie.

Kevin sighed frowning slightly, looking down again "Yeah, sorry. Im just not looking forward to another 'session' with Mr. Fag."

"SHH! Not while he's so close!" Kevin whispered forcefully "He might hear you!"

"Tommie? Why are you still here? Shouldn't you be getting out to the bus circle?"

Tommie stiffened as Mr Fag walked up behind him. "Y-yes sir!" He stuttered while turning around, rushing out of the room.

Kevin frowned at his friends obvious fear of Mr Fag.

"Alright Kevin, I know your nit looking forward to this, so lets just get it over with. You are just not paying enough attention in class, and its showing in your grades. Now, i know you can do better. Your test scores in this area are out of the roof! So tell me; Why don't you do better in this class? Hell, I don't even care if you pay attention or not. Just get your homework done and turned in, maybe even do a little of the classwork. Thats all I'm asking."

Kevin looked up from his shoes for a second, only to see Mr Fagginston looking at him with genuine concern.

Great.

That just made him feel worse about what he was about to say. "Yeah, and you'll stop being a bitch to all us kids in your class. THATS gonna happen real soon."

Mr. Fagginston sighed. He was used to being treated this way by Kevin, didn't mind it even. Their battle of wits oftentimes was the highlight of is day. But acting this way when he wasn't joking was getting annoying.

"Really now, Kev, you need to start doing better if you want to get into a good collage and get a good job. All you are doing for yourself now is letting your grades slip. This will ruin your life in the future. Now being a freshman, you have time to redeem yourself. If you-"

"I don't care!" Kevin snapped storming past his teacher and to the door. Just before he made it out though, he turned back to his social studies teacher "And don't call me 'Kev'." He whipped around and rushed down the hallway, his hand grabbing the strap of his backpack so tightly that he could feel his nails piercing the skin of his palm.

Mr Fagginston sighed and walked calmly back to his desk, sat down, and laid his head on his arms. After a moment, he sat up and picked up the phone, brushing his hair out of his eyes. He dialed a few numbers, then put the phone to his ear to listen. It rang... Then, "Ah, Mrs. Sampson! Yes, how are you doing? Good! Now, I was calling about your son..."

"That dick-shitting Roadkill-eating, damned, son-of-a-slut" Kevin muttered as he burst out of the schools double doors. He more-or-less stomped down the sidewalk on the way to the bus circle, his head down, kicking a rock, and muttering under his breath. As he fumed, he accidentally brushed past a burly Junior, who was walking to a car packed full of his friends. Being the next-to-top dog (almost a senior), there was no way that the junior was going to let that go. He whipped around and yelled "Hey, prick! You better be more careful nex time, ya hear?"

Kevin looked over his shoulder with an annoyed expression "Fuck off, shit head."

The Juniors eyes were almost popping out of their sockets.

He finally strangled out a sensible phrase, saying "Why you little mutha fucka [unintelligible] kick you so hard in your manjina that-" One of his friends, taking pity on the Freshi, decided to move it along by honking the horn.

The Junior calmed down enough to speak properly, and glared at Kevin, saying "Next time Shit-bag." and turned to get into the car.

The whole front courtyard was silent except for the growling of car and bus engines and the hissing of the wind through the trees, but Kevin was oblivious. He turned to go to his bus, looking up just in time to see it leaving the bus circle.

"DAMMIT" He yelled, kicking a large stone at the school building, narrowly missing someones head.
He stalked down the front walk of the school, a dark cloud seeming to hang over him. Even the stalker he had had since sixth grade was afraid to follow him.

[Kevin's Point of View (POV)]

Today was just not my day. First I got in trouble in class for not caring to learn crap i already knew, and then my fag teacher had to go and act all nice about it. Then i freaking bump into some freak who decides to call me names, but two can play at that game, which caused me to miss my damn bus.
I am NOT in a good mood!

I walked down the street, passing a lot of people giving me funny looks. My town doesn't exactly have the 'clean slate' when it comes to crime, so younger people walking home was not exactly common. I didn't really care though, in fact i welcomed it. I was so pissed off that if someone tried to jump me, I probably could have killed them by cursing at them.

Walking isn't exactly hard either, so it gave me time to think. For me, thats not much of a good thing when i'm in this state,cuz all i can think about is how much i want to kill something or hurt someone. Don't get me wrong, I'm not normally like this. I only really ever get mad in Superbad occasions, so me being super-mad like this was like Superman being hurt by a bullet. It never happens. I walked for around half an hour, and was thinking of ways I could get back at Mr Fag the whole way.

I knew meeting my mom would only make my mood worse at the moment, so instead of going directly to my apartment, I went to the abandoned construction site for some kind of Greeny lookout tower thing in the middle of the park. At first I was pissed when they started building, because that was the only place I could go to chill, but then when they gave up due to the economy going bad, I saw an opportunity.

You see, I am a man of many talents, my mom forced me to swim in the city YMCA when i was young, but now Im on a team and am in it for the fitness and physical challenge. Naturally, as a good swimmer, Im stronger than I look. The only thing is that I look OK-Strong.

My real passion, though, is climbing. Ever since I was little, i had been climbing. When I was younger, like, 4 to 5 years old, my parents would to call me Houdini because I would just disappear, and they would find me on the second floor of an undeveloped house with no steps. How i ever got up there, Im not sure, but I am beast at climbing. I can climb trees in no time flat, and I can climb some buildings, like unfinished ones, in only slightly longer time.

Anyways, I walked through the park, slowly feeling better. Peace and quiet have always helped with any anger I have, but Nature is always best for me. I would always go for a walk in the park as compared to sitting in the house doing absolute shit all day. As I neared the framework that had been set down for the building, I grabbed some things the workers had been using to construct the building.

A climbed to the top floor of the building that had been put up. I screwed around with the pieces of metal and wood that I had picked up, feeling much better than I had coming into the Park. It was getting dark out, but I didn't want to go to my apartment just yet, so i lay on my back and stared up at the stars. I named a couple of constellations, and found Mars, but other than that I just hung out and stargazed.

I was thinking about my mom. Ever since my dad died, she hadn't been the same. I mean, of course, who is, Right? But still. She seemed more withdrawn, and didn't seem to want to do much else that work, eat, tell me to do my homework, and go to bed.

When she isn't yelling at me for something of course.

I was lost deep in thought, staring, when I saw a light flash through the sky.

'Oh look a meteorite.' I thought lazily, smiling as i listed the properties of a meteor in my head.
Then my smile stiffened as I realized that this meteorite wasn't just flashing through the sky, but was getting closer, and was headed right for me.

Haha! Hows THAT for a cliffhanger? Will i kill my original character and Move on to using someone more interesting, or will i have him be the bad guy? Maybe that Smartass Dickhead of a Junior would make a good main character if i tweak him just a bit. Or give him a sap story to explain meanness.

I wont ask for ideas yet, cuz i haven't finished with my original idea for the story, but if you could tell me how Im doing, (good, OK, Bad, Sucked so bad that your eyeballs were bleeding) it would be well appreciated. Also, any ideas for improving my style or you don't like a way I wrote something, tell me.