This is a completely new story that's been nagging at me in the head so here it is in digital black & white...

April 1, 2013. 14:55 PST.

I was in biology class listening to Mr Henning talk about how viruses infect the body, which is really interesting to me but it's hard to concentrate when you have Sam throwing bits of screwed-up paper at your head, at close range, repeatedly. I turn to look at her with an expression that said, why? she just smirked, as if she knew that I was wazzed off, but I wasn't. I've not been annoyed by anything she's done since January, I dunno why it doesn't it just feels like the stuff she's done makes me want to smile more than frown and it's been like this for two and a half months. By the way, it's not weird to know that, if Sam did this kind of stuff to you, you would stamp a date on the memory of when it stopped making you angry. Sam was still smirking so I returned it and faced the front again but, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her face fall into disappointment.

I listened to Mr Henning's very long lecture on viruses and the bad effects they can cause but it got me thinking, if there are viruses that make you feel ill or depressed or like mud then there's got to be some kind of balance. I wrote down my thoughts into a notebook I had in my backpack and started to play with the idea of viruses or infections that made you feel good, excited, peaceful and/or other positive emotions. I gotta research this when I get home. This is gonna be epic..."Mr Benson"...it could be my contribution to the world..."Mr Benson"...this whole thing could change the w... "MR BENSON!" I snapped out of my little moment of genius and looked up to see Mr Henning standing over me.
"Mr Benson, it's good you're taking notes but I want you to pay attention to me because I have information that isn't in the book but very useful." he lectured.
"Sorry, sir." I replied, well, what else am I supposed to say?

I tried to give my full attention to the rotten-wood-smelling, unclean hippy at the front but my mind kept wondering toward my theorem and how I could prove it. The thoughts occupied my mind until the bell rang. Home time. I hopped out of my seat, grabbed my bag and headed to my locker where I deposited my books before heading out and down the street towards home.
"Hey Nub!" a familiar voice said.
"Hey Sam." I replied. "Why aren't you walking back with Carly?"
"Ah, she's flirting with another boy near Inside-Out Burger."
"That's the fifth boy she's gone after in two weeks," I pointed out, "What's up with that chick?"
"She used the phrase 'he could be a good one' whatever that means. She wants, I quote, 'a relationship that doesn't stop after three dates'."
"Well, she's the one who dumps them after three dates when she's apparently bored of them. I mean, I've had no less than eight guys who've come up to me and asked me to put in a good word to Carly that they really want to date her again." This was more of a joke than a complaint because it didn't really bother me that much. I actually feel more sympathetic towards those idiots than angry that they would come to me for aid.

There was an awkward silence between us that lasted almost the rest of the journey. It was broken as we reached Bushwell and I heard Sam say, "I can't believe you were taking notes, in science, on a subject that's so easy even I understand it."
"I wasn't taking notes on pathogens, viruses" I corrected, looking at the expression on her face. "I was working on a theory that seems... Never mind, it's not like you care."
She shrugged and headed into the elevator with me quickly following. As we approached 8-C and 8-D, I said my farewell, walked into my apartment, through the living room and into my bedroom. I dropped my bag on the floor by my door, sat at my desk and turned on my PearBook. I searched through the internet for the best part of an hour before coming up empty, it seems no one has even suggested the theory of good viruses or anything similar. Well, that proves that no one would mind if I followed this and named the theorem and it's products. I opened a document and started to type all the things I needed for my first experiment. This will be interesting.

A short first chapter to see what I get from it, if it doesn't do well I'll pull it down. Review till your fingers bleed.

FloatingOtter