Um… sorry about the mix up earlier guys, and sorry about snapping at the people who noted me about it. ^^;; I know, I know, I was being an ass. For those who aren't in the know, I basically only had the first chapter up and they couldn't tell that it was about Discworld since about half of the Chapter was missing... but it is about Discworld so read on!               

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I look up at the sky and declare "Is there no god!?" to the unhearing heavens. But apparently my best friend, Luke, was not unhearing because he got out of the passenger seat of the car I head been driving and asked me as he stood "Stayed up all downloading porn instead of studying for the finals again, eh?"

At this I do the only thing possibly suitable for such a situation. I becoming infinitely fascinated by my shoes and mutter incoherently, "damn cable connection, its becoming addictive..,"

"David," he says, "You are so predictable."

I can only scuff at him and oh-so-sardonically inform him "How I now realize the errors of my ways, shown to me by the person who accidentally goes to school on the weekend at least once a month."

Throwing his book bag over his shoulder, and letting it hang there haphazardly, he tells me to shove it up various parts of my anatomy. As we walked to the double door entrance of the school we gradual find ourselves slipping into the age-old pattern of endlessly insulting one another with the same things we had said yesterday, as though we were reading a script. You could say it was a part of our 'oh shit I am going to fail the ((blank)) test' psyche up routine. Languages such as German, Japanese, Latin, as well as bits of French and Spanish contributed to the string of friendly insults.

Being the day of finals the normally energetic, and at times down right perky, throngs of people had slowed to a pace that could not really be called walking. Ambling, perhaps, but not real walking. They weren't going anywhere, nor did they want to. They were just trying to make it look like they were going to where they were trying not to go. This was all fine and good by me; I didn't have to worry about anyone interrupting our pointless contest. Short of the chemistry teacher.

Now that was a thought that would make an iceberg shiver. Our chemistry teacher was really short, and looked as though she could be one of the students. If it was not for the fact that behind her forced smile was an entity of pure evil. Well, scratch that, she could still be a student even with that. It was probably the fact that she showed up everyday and told everyone else what to do and dictated their lives that made her the teacher. Ok, ok, so she could be a jock, but its not really so important that one knows why she is the teacher, but rather that she is the teacher, and an evil one at that.

"David!" was all I heard before I realized that I was about to walk straight into a wall. It was only Luke's warning that kept me from re-breaking my nose. Being absentminded as I was, this has happened before. Very embarrassing, it was, but it could have been solved if the hallways had not curved. Just one, straight hallway would have been enough. "You almost missed the classroom again." walking up to me he finished "You need to pay more attention, if not in class, to the act of getting into the class." I don't see why he had to grin quite like that...

"Yeah, well, you need to." damn. What did he need to do? "Um. Eh."

"That's what I thought" he smirks at me, as I am still scratching my head. Half from the itching and half from the feeling that there should be something more there... like I should be thinking a thought but I wasn't. Or maybe the thought I should have been thinking was that I should have had been thinking a thought but wasn't.

"Oh shit... it's not a written test... it's a lab! David, look at that" he proclaimed, pointing to the board in the front of the room. It said in plain lettering "First to determine what the mystery substance is gets a 100. Everyone else who finishes gets a 75. Those who do not finish or get a wrong answer will FAIL this class. I will be back at the end of the block. Begin immediately."

Walking to the last row of lab tables I wonder how she could have made that any more obvious. "Great. 'Those who do not finish', why doesn't she just write my name?" And what do you know its Andrea's turn to slash my self-confidence down to size. "Ah, its ok. You wont fail, remember she said this was a group project?"

This is about the point that my already incoherent thought process degraded to near nothingness. Pretty girl. Low cut tank top. Smile. At me. And talk too. Heh... Smack! Eh. Where did that come from? Oh. Luke.

"Get your act together dude, if you want to go out with her you can't be reduced to a puddle of pure horniness every time she talks to you." "Good point."

Picking up a row of test tubes I absentmindedly go through the actions of something the teacher, Ms Geveden, had taught us. Poor tube one into tube two, let sit. Poor the mixture into 10 mm of water. Stir. Add in the third tube... and etcetera etcetera ad infum.

How to get Andrea to go out with me. That was a tough one. She can get just about any guy she wants, no doubt in my mind about that. Tall, tan, green eyes, fine dark brown. And not to sound shallow but she had quite the rack too. She liked me, but only as a friend. Why? Because I've been too much of a horny adolescent to catch her attention. I guess I just have to do something to spend more time with her. Maybe get her phone number and see if we could go see a movie together, or go to the Civic Center. I hear they have a good art display. She likes art, so that's good.

"Holy fuck it's smoking!" cries out someone across the room, and I look around to see what they could possibly mean, and I realize that everything is a bit obscured by a thin haze. One originating underneath my nose. Fuck damn shit and other such expletives.

"David!? What the hell did you do!" demands a very, very aggravated Luke. "I don't know..."

"Don't worry guys, let me look through what he did..." Andrea says before quickly expertly scanning the row of chemicals and glancing at the book. "Its only Lysergic Acid Crypto-Ethelene! Nothing to worry about. Wait, what does that do again?"

Shit. I may not be the most apt pupil, but I know my hallucinogens.