Neutronic Change

The galaxy spins, the earth spins, and both revolve around the world… There is always something in the middle, which other things revolve around. Take an atom, at the core there are neutrons and protons and revolving around them, are elections. Huh, you'd think that for a Neutron the world would revolve around me, in a way it does but in the end a neutron is just a part of a whole. A group. There needs to be something keeping things in a balance. Because an unstable atom (of course made by an unstable number of neutrons)… well, let's just say that an atomic bomb is no fun at all.

The day was perfect. The sky was blue, what little clouds dared show were a pure white. Well, except for a streak of black smoke leading toward a family's house in Retroville… Where a bright, blue eyed genius climbed out of his crashed vehicle.

"Geez, this is the second time that it malfunctioned and crashed!" Exclaimed the boy. "Goddard, run all possible variables for failure." He directed to his one-of-a-kind mechanical dog. Suddenly, a compartment opened by his neck revealing a monitor with possible reasons for the crash.

The mass of the vehicle is too great for the energy it generates.

"What! I've already checked my calculations three times!" He started to pace trying to think of other possibilities. "I've even made sure the energy was enough to take a vehicle twice its mass. Grrr…"

There was not enough fuel to sustain it for more than 10 seconds.

"No. I've made sure that there was more than enough for ten round trips to and from Jupiter. I wouldn't make the same mistake like I did when we went searching for astrorubies." He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Okay, what is the last option, Goddard?"

The components of the fuel are not balanced correctly.

"That's it!" He then went under his invention to reach the fuel compartment hidden under a panel. "Perfect Goddard! I didn't balance out the molarity of each chemical. Leaping leptons! I'll have to recalculate the equations."

"Bark, bark!" Goddard replied.

"James Issac Neutron!" Jimmy jumped. Judy Neutron reprimanded from the door way of the house with her arms crossed. "What did I tell you about crashing your inventions onto the front yard?" She unfolded her arms and sighed. "If you really needed to crash it, at least do so in the back yard."

Jimmy stood there looking sheepish, scratching the back of his head. "Sorry, Mom. You know how I get excited over a new finished invention." He gives her a little chuckle and a smile. "I kind of rushed this one without testing everything first."

His mom walked over to him to look at his "new" crashed invention. "You rush every finished invention, Jimmy. You're going to have to test things a little more often before trying them out."

"I know, Mom…"

"Now go eat breakfast. You'll be late for school soon." She walked with her son toward the house and into the kitchen.

"Mom, its just school. It's not like anything ever changes."

"Hey there, Jimbo! Sugarbooger! Join me and eat some toast…and pie!" Hugh Neutron greeted his family.

"Hugh! That pie was for dinner!"

"Aww… but sugarbooger, breakfast is so plain without pie!" He brings out a duck figurine and plays with it. "And ducks!"

Jimmy snickers at his dad while making himself a plate of toast and eggs. "Sure dad! I'll see you guys after school."

"Bye Jimjim!" His father exclaimed without looking up from his duck and pie.

"Okay, be careful, Jimmy," Judy hands him his lunch. "Don't forget to call if you're going to be home late."

"Alright, see you guys later! Gotta blast!"

School was Retroville High School. It's the first day back from spring break vacation of his sophomore year. The first person he saw was Sheen Estevez. He was hanging out to the side of the steps with a group of kids discussing the values of Ultralord collectibles. His clothing was regular street clothes, t-shirt, jeans, backpack instead of Ultralord figure. He became the anti-Sheen, well, somewhat. He just became a little more normalized. The same thing happened with Carl, now known by his full name, Carlton. He was still on the slightly tubby side, but he was more focused on school. Carl also cruised with another group; they were a 4-H group surprisingly enough. It was a way that he could learn about breeding and taking care of animals, hoping that it would come in handy with llamas. Still all about the llamas. I still can't believe that they changed so much, thought Jimmy fondly. Well, then again, over time we all did.

He walked through the school forgetting his childhood friends completely. After grabbing his books from his locker, he walked to his class. AP Chems. This is too easy. Why the hell did I stay here when I could go to college anytime? Jimmy just never understood his action of staying here in Retroville. Especially after his friends separated and they all just went their different ways.