This is chapter 2. If it is well liked and well reviewed, then I shall continue it. Please enjoy chapter 2.

James Hawkins sat in the large classroom listening to his most hated subject, Proper Grammar. The enormous pig-like woman named Professor Huntkul, was lecturing about the proper uses of conjunctions, in her high pitched nasally voice, while the students in their high backed chairs either gazed off into space or wrote down notes. Jim, who was of the second category, wished he could just skip the class altogether. But the constant want in the back of his mind was to do well in the Interstellar Academy, and to do so; he would have to pass grammar.

But even though he had good grades and tried hard to learn, Jim still hated the classes that Professor Huntkul taught. Thankfully she only taught two, but those two were the some of the most crucial to Jim's report card. Proper Grammar and Higher Engineering were two of the more prized classes in the Interstellar Academy; two of its jewels that they showed the most pride in. Jim however, though he had no dislike for the classes themselves, had no pride in saying he had finished grammar class that day or the next.

Finally just as Professor Huntkul's voice had reached its most annoying point, the bell rang shrilly throughout the large academy. It was one sound that no student ever found annoying; the sound of their liberty being proclaimed for that day and, as it was Friday, the next two days. Jim hurriedly scrawled his homework assignment down in his electric notebook and smashed in the save bottom at the bottom. Then he gathered his books together and made for the door.

"Hey, Jim!" Shouted his friend, David Shepherd from the other side of the locker room. "Wait for me, Jim." His smaller friend jogged up to walk next to him and socked him on the shoulder. "You gonna try out for the solar surfer tryouts?" He asked as they both crammed their stuff into matching lockers. Jim shrugged.

"Maybe. I just hate all the special rules." As if to emphasize his point he adjusted his tight uniform. "I hate these things." David nodded in agreement.

"You totally said it, man. But come on, you gotta sign on to my team!" He looked pleadingly at Jim, who looked away.

"I'll think about it." He stopped in front of a vending machine and began shoving coins into its coin slot. "This weekend though I can't. Captain Doppler wanted me to come help her do paperwork and that means I get to see my Mom, B.E.N and Morph." David looked up from his shiny boots. "Sorry, but I would rather spend two days playing around and stacking papers than killing myself on that thing you call a solar surfer." David shrugged.

"I guess I would rather too. Hope you have fun, Jim. Gotta run." And with a wave of his hand, David disappeared around the corner. Jim laughed at his friend's never ending supply of energy and walked toward the exit. He was looking forward to a relaxing weekend.

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