Premise:The story of when Megamind and Minion attended the Lil' Gifted School, from their first day to the infamous Blue Bomb Incident, as told from the perspective of an ordinary former classmate who is being interviewed by someone planning to write a book on Metro Man and Megamind.
"Okay, whenever you're ready."
"Do I talk into the mic?"
"What you're doing now is fine. So, Mr. Alexander Farworth, you claim you've been friends with Metro Man since childhood?
"Yeah, we go way back. We were kids together, went to Boy Scouts in the same troop, and even today we still keep in touch since I moved down south-"
"Yes, we'll cover that later in the interview. I understand you were also acquainted with Megamind, back at school?"
"Well... Megamind went to the same school as Metro Man and I for a few months in the first grade, but I wouldn't say I knew him. I don't think anybody knew him, really."
"Please, start at the beginning."
The Lil' Gifted School for Lil' Gifted Children was a very exclusive private school. We were told that they only admitted the most talented students from the best sorts of families, with a small class size- and only one class- in order to ensure that each student got the individual attention they deserved. The tuition was… well, not everyone can afford that kind of tuition. Both my parents are high-end lawyers, and I think even they had a bit of sticker shock! The School House itself was really unusual- it was bright red, wooden, and had four rooms, total, counting the bathrooms and the main classroom. I think it was meant to appeal to nostalgia for the 'Good Old Days', whatever that means.
"Alright class, my name is Mrs. Jones," the teacher said. "Welcome to the Lil' Gifted School For Lil' Gifted Children. I am very excited to have you all here today. Now, I am going to call attendance. When I say your name, you come up to the front of the class and tell us a little bit about yourself. Now," she said, looking at her list, "Wayne Scott?"
"Here!" Said Wayne as he floated to the front of the class.
I mean, he literally floated. I know that these days you see Metro Man flying around all the time, on the news or patrolling the city, so maybe we sometimes forget what a big deal this is. But back then, it was like seeing a miracle, or a real-life magic show. This kid in my class, this kid named Wayne, who would eat lunch with and struggle through the multiplication tables right there with the rest of us… was flying. No wings, no noise, he didn't even seem to put any effort into defying gravity. He was- ha! He was super-cool, right from the start.
He came to the front of the class with a crooked grin and said "Hi everyone! My name is Wayne Scott, and I was born here in Metro City. I like dogs, and music, and sports,"
"How come you can fly?" A kid in front of me- I think it was Jason- asked. "Are you like Peter Pan or Superman or something?" The class stared at Wayne in rapt attention. Perhaps he would share the secret of flight with us.
"I've always been able to fly," he replied, ducking his head a little. "It's a gift. Everyone has gifts, and it's important to use them right," he said with the air of someone reciting something he's heard many times before.
"Can you teach me to fly?" asked Jason.
"No, but… if you sit on your desk, I can give you a ride."
"I want a ride!" a girl shouted, clamoring onto her desk.
"Me too, me too me too!"
"YES! Take us flying!"
"I asked first, so I get first dibs!" Jason shouted, now standing precariously on his desk. In a moment, everyone was climbing onto desks as well, and I was shouting for a ride along with the rest. Who would pass on a chance like that?
"Now class! the teacher cried leaning over her desk. "Let's all try and calm down! Get off- YOUNG LADY GET DOWN THIS INSTANT! Children, this is not the time for games! Settle down or I'll- WHOOP!" Wayne lifted Mrs. Smith's desk into the air, with the teacher still on it! Everyone started cheering. "AAH! Be careful! Don't- your Father will be hearing about this… WAYNE SCOTT…!"
The door opened, and everything went quiet.
He was flanked by a pair of armed guards.
His wrists were in chains, and he was dressed in a bright orange prison uniform.
He carried a sphere of water with a fish- a very angry-looking fish with very big, very sharp teeth- inside it.
His face was the right size but his head was twice- maybe three times- as big as it should have been.
His eyes were huge, acid green, and he stared at everyone- Wayne Scott in particular- in silence.
And he was blue. Not white, or pinkish, or brown or black or yellow or red or any natural color for a person to be. He was as blue as a crayon, or the sky, or… some other very blue thing. And he was standing in the door of our school house.
The teacher was the first to speak. "Hello," she said, a little shakily, as she slid off the desk. "My name is Mrs. Jones, and I'm the teacher here at the Lil' Gifted School for Lil' Gifted Children. And this must be John Doe?"
"Yes, this is he," a guard replied. "You already know the situation, of course, and the paperwork is taken care of, so we're just here to drop him off and make sure everything goes smoothly."
"Yes, of course. We were all just… getting to know one another when you arrived." The guards nodded, blank faced, as they began to unchain their prisoner. The students tensed, ready to run or fight if he made any sudden moves. The blue boy just stood there, holding his fish as if he had hardly noticed the chains or their removal.
The guards left. Mrs. Jones looked at the strange new kid, then surveyed the rest of the classroom. "Alright, everyone back in your seats! Wayne Scott, can you please put my desk back in it's proper place?" He did so, and then he put everyone else's desks back as well. The teacher turned to the blue kid, who still hadn't moved from the entryway. "Young man, please come to the front of the class. Tell us your name and little bit about yourself." Her eyes hardened. "No funny business." The blue creature nodded and moved to the front of the room. For a moments, he seemed to shrink, then he straightened his back, squared his soldiers, and addressed the class.
"My name is John Doe, and this is Minion," he said, holding up the fanged fish. "We are here to pursue our ed-u-cat-ion in a more convent-ional setting, so that we can more easily enter society as solid citizens!" He smiled. It was a slightly manic expression.
"What's wrong with your head?" The boy glared at the class, trying to identify the speaker. The fish- Minion- bared its teeth and almost seemed to growl through the glass.
"There is absolutely nothing wrong with my head. It is entirely functional."
Someone in the back row asked, "If there's nothing wrong with your head, how come it's so swollen? And how come you're blue?"
"That's enough questions for now! Remember, everyone in class gets a chance to introduce themselves, and we're already behind schedule. John, go find a desk and sit down. You in the front row, stand up- no, don't have to leave your desk- and tell us a little bit about yourself. And class, there are to be no more interruptions or questions while your classmates are introducing themselves, got it?"
"Yes, Mrs. Jones," we chorused. John Doe scanned the room, the sat down in an empty desk in the middle of the third row. The kids at the desks immediately to the left and right quietly leaned away. When he leaned forward to tap the shoulder of girl in front of him, she shrieked. The teacher scolded them both for causing a disturbance, and John mumbled that he had just wanted to ask for a pencil. The girl in front of him- Mindy, I think- scooched her chair forward a few inches.
By lunch time, there was a five foot gap between John's chair and everyone else's.
After lunch, Mrs. Jones told him to sit in the back row, so there wouldn't be any more disturbances. Wayne volunteered to put the desks back in order.
"Thank You," the teacher said. "That's very good of you, Wayne Scott."
