Jack stared at the clock in his school. He hated the fact that he still had to go to this hell hole. It sucked. Glaring down at his page furiously, he frowned as he noted he hadn't written down a single flipping thing. The test sheet in front of him was blank and his dyslexia and horrible learning disabilities were starting to irritate him. The bell rang and his whole class jumped out of their seats, abandoning their tests on their teacher, Mr Munroe's desk. Jack took his time, the more time left between him and seeing that disappointed look, the better. "Jackson," his teacher tutted, staring at him. He frowned. Jack used to be good in school. The dyslexia and learning disabilities just appeared all of a sudden, out of nowhere and he'd been down the river without a paddle ever since. "I tried sir, but I just couldn't do it." Mr Munroe nodded sympathetically before looking out the door. "I'd run Jack. I saw you put that donkey into the principal's office. He's still mad enough about the pink hair dye, but he'll be pissed off when he finds the donkey." The cocky brunette smirked as he threw a glance to the door. "I thought he'd like to meet another ass like himself."
Kim gaped as she studied the massive science lab in her new room. Her uncle, on her mother's side, she'd discovered, had turned out to be a spy for a top secret agency, S.O.K.K.O. The agency was named after the founder, a young teenaged girl genius, Saoirse, and her best friend nicknamed the Hoffinator, a combination of her last name and terminator, who gave Saoirse the name Sokko. (A/N True story. My football and camogie coach calls me the Hoffinator and I nicknamed my friend Saoirse, Sokko, lol) Apparently, the agency was also part of an undercover investigation. They were researching love and wanted Kim to be a test subject. Many teens were being tested including those older and younger than her, but Kim was the only sixteen year old. The most common occurrence of love, was in one's dreams, when desires, emotions, thoughts and personal experiences combined to create the vivid imagery that was dreams. Even though dreams usually only lasted 11 seconds (A/N also true) it was proven in S.O.K.K.O's research, that certain age groups of teens experienced longer dreams, dreams that lasted as long as the person was unconscious.
"Well Kim? What do you think?" Her uncle chuckled as she gestured to the bed in the middle of the lab. There were a bunch of random machines surrounding it and it gave her the creeps. "It's for when you sleep. To monitor your brain, your heart and your emotional field so we can test you. The agency wants everyone to be able to experience love, so if we can find two people that really love, or even one person, then we have a chance at finding a serum to create it." Kim took bitter notice of the fact that he left out anything about soul mates. Didn't he want to find those too? "We want to find soul mates, but it's rather difficult as there are 7.7 billion people on Earth. But one of our lead scientists, Professor Milton Krupnick, has been working on not only creating the serum, but using the subject's love to connect it to another heart. That way, if we can't find soul mates…we can create them."
Sorry it's short. Hope you like it though. I've been having a bunch of Kick ideas and I have a question… well…it's a poll on my profile for a new story. 1 vote each, my peeps! In order of votes, which ever gets the most, I'll create now, the others can be created later or whatever. Thanks for all the people who followed, favourited, and reviewed. Till next time.
