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AN: I do not own Jimmy Neutron, or any characters. Except the teacher. That is indeed my own work. I own this story plot. I am in no way making any money or profit from this story. J/C because what else could there be! :) Enjoy!
"I dont understand that, sir." The blond teen raised her hand in her chemistry class.
"Well if you have six hydrogen on this side here. Then there must be six over here. And because I already have two, I am going to find what it takes to get to six so they can be equal." The teacher explained the concept of balancing an equation with three other examples. "Of course, they do get more difficult as we continue through the year."
Cindy shook her head in defeat. Sighing, she thought to herself, "If I don't pass chemistry,then I won't get into Princeton." Cindy, a senior at Retroville High, was suddenly finding her mind wondering to a certain genius.
Jimmy, the said genius, in his junior year of high school accepted an offer to go to Harvard for a higher and more challenging education. He only came home to visit them during his college breaks, and those were too short and not frequent enough for the blond.
The bell rang, signaling the end of class. It pulled Cindy out of her trance and she made a mad dash for the door so to get to her locker faster. Her locker was located next to her best friends' locker.
Libby was still the same girl. Today she was sporting a pair of blue jean Capri pants and a pink camisole.
Cindy found her best friend listening to a new C.D. of Lady Antebellum. Pulling the books out of her locker, she confided in her long time best friend. "It happened again, Lib."
Libby was all ears from that point on. She knew that her best friend, Cindy had let herself go ever since the teenage genius left, but distractions during class was where it had to end! She could handle the less aggressive Cindy, and the, my grades dropping to average, Cindy. She was not ready to deal with the, I just failed high school, Cindy.
"Girl, you have got to get on the holophone, the internet, your cell, or SOMETHING! Get ahold of that boy, and let him know! This cannot keep going on." Libby was very frustrated with Cindy. She was not the same since Jimmy left them last year.
The bell rang once more telling students to get to their designated homeroom classes.
Thankfully Libby, Cindy, Sheen, and Carl all had the same homeroom. Libby had an idea but it would involve leaving Cindy out of it.
"No talking, no horseplay, no phones, no music, no singing, dancing, kissing, holding hands. Basically, don't do anything except your homework!" The teacher wanted the kids to be smart and grow up to be teachers so he could go retire to a beach house in the coastal area. But he would never let them know that. Until then, he would make them all study.
"Now is the time to put my idea into action." Libby thought to herself. With a smile on her face, she raised her hand, hoping the teacher would answer her prayers.
"Libby, do you need something?" The teacher asked.
"Yes, I'm supposed to be doing a group project with Sheen and Carl over Ultra Lord's musical llama farm, and I can't do that if I am on this side of the room and they can't talk to me..." Libby did quick talking and hoped that it would work.
"Very well, Libby. You may move to their seats, but KEEP IT QUIET!" The teacher almost spit on the students in the front row with the last statement of his.
"YES!That was a stupid thing to say,but it gets me to Sheen and Carl." Libby gathered her things and began walking over to her other friends.
Cindy was too lost in her thoughts of Jimmy to notice what was going on in class. She had her chemistry book out in front of her and a paper. Every so often she would pretend to write something down on the paper, but it always turned out to be, "Jimmy+Cindy".
She kept thinking about how much they used to fight as kids, and his blue eyes. He had grown to be six feet, like his father, and had cut his hair to where it was short and able to be styled. And on occasion, like the dances that the five of them went to as a group, he let Libby and Cindy style it.
The day he left, he gave all his friends some of his hair to get into his lab and keep Goddard company.