Chapter 2–Lunch Food, and Random Numbers
Around the middle of school of Jenna showing him his classes, and Alex pleading the fifth (even though he had no idea what it meant), it was finally lunch time.
Alex stood by the door of his classroom, waiting for Jenna to tell him what to do next. Finally, she showed up.
"Come on!" Jenna ran up to him. "Lets go to lunch!"
"Okay."
They walked down the crowded halls, and into the large lunchroom. Crowds chattered, long lines led to the cashier. The two waited for their turn as Alex asked more questions, even though Jenna specifically asked him not to.
Soon, they were up to the cashier, and they punched in their numbers (Garet: My guess is that Alex punched in random numbers like usual). Then, walking between kids and tables, they made it to the doors that led outside.
Jenna settled herself on the lawn, flattening her dress. Alex looked blankly at her, still standing.
"Sit down you dunce," she ordered.
Alex sat. soon, other people arrived out on the lawn.
"Hey Jenna, Alex," a girl with gold hair sat down next to him. "How was your day?"
"Um . . ." the two turned red. "Not so well."
"Why? How come?"
"Well Sheba," Jenna started, "Mr. Smarty Pants here is acting like he has amnesia."
"You still haven't told me what that means," Alex whined.
Sheba looked down at Alex, not one bit of sympathy in them.
"Um . . . anyways, Garet and Isaac are going to be out here soon. I saw them in line."
"Little late Sheba," two boys walked up, their hair was spiked, as if to defy all laws of gravity.
"Hi guys!"
"Hey Alex," Garet smirked, "get caught today?"
"Caught doing what?" Alex asked, his forehead wrinkled.
"Well, putting in random numbers, of course."
"I don't know what you mean," Alex replied.
"Come on Alex," Garet rolled his eyes, "stop being and idiot."
"I don't understand why I keep getting those kind of comments," Alex sighed.
"It's because," Jenna threw a roll at him, "You keep on acting like it! Seriously, stop acting like you have amnesia!"
"I'm not pretending!" Alex told her agian. "I don't know!"
"Yeah, sure," they all replied. Alex scowled at all of them. How could he prove to them, he really couldn't remember anything?
"Man," Alex thought aloud, "I wish someone could read my mind or something, to his surprise, Sheba perked up.
"Hey!" she jumped up, her eyes bright, "Maybe me and Ivan-could-you know, mind read him! Then we'd really know!"
"Yah!" Ivan smiled, he hadn't had an excuse to mind read anyone besides the teacher, because he didn't know how to do his homework. No one but the small group knew that the Ivan and Sheba could mind-read.
"You can do that?" Alex lit up, smiling widely.
"Of course you dope!" they all responded.
Sheba and Ivan sat next to him, both holding their hands up to his head.
Phew, now maybe they'll know for sure I have this--amnesya-thingy! I'm saved! It was annoying, them not believing me, I must've really been an-idiot-before I lost my memory.
The two went beyond his thoughts, to memories. There was nothing. Sheba and Ivan sat back, shaking their heads as if to shake something off.
"So?" Jenna asked, everyone waiting.
"He, he really does have amnesia!" Sheba exclaimed, they all looked at her in shock.
"It's true!" Ivan clarified. "I've never searched through an empty mind before."
"Well," Sheba began to correct him, "Memories as still there, they're just--well, lets say dormant."
"What?" Alex had a confused look.
"You haven't really lost your memory," Sheba shrugged, "your brain just can't access at the moment."
Alex still had the confused face. "So . . . what's that supposed to mean?"
"You will get your memory back," Ivan shoved him.
"Until then," Sheba gave Alex a peircing stare, "You will just have to wait."
"What abou--scool?" Alex asked, "I mean, I was barely able to get to . . . here without being sent to the, what was it called . . .the counsiling center or the . . . office."
"Why can't we just tell the nurse?" Felix asked. "She'll know what to do."
"It's because," Garet sniggered, "because Alex always acts like this! How's she supposed to know if he really has amnesia this time?"
"Yeah, seriously Felix," Isaac added. "Banging his head on the math desk giving him amnesia? Come on, it sounds like ludicriss!"
"Well what do you suppose we do?" Mia asked, her blue eyes taunting. "Showing him his classes and pleading the fifth won't do the trick."
Everyone sat in thought.
"I have no idea."
"This is weird."
"Amnesia? because of banging his head on the desk . . ?"
"I've only heard of amnesia, never seen it."
"Does anyone have a spoon?"
"I don't get it, how could he have amnesia?"
"This pudding looks like paste."
"Don't worry," Garet jumped up, and patted Alex on the back. "We only have two more periods to go, and you're in my next class."
"Alex is in my seventh period," Mia admitted. "We should be fine until the end of the day."
"Then we can meet after school like usual," Sheba added. Everyone nodded in approval.
* * * * * * * * Well, we all have to admit, that was very . . . um . . . interesting.
Isaac: Yes, it was.
Where's Naomi?
Isaac: She quit.
Quit?
Isaac: I don't know, she just said she was quitting. I'm not sure why, or how. She just quit.
Oh, I get it . . . not . . . really.
Isaac: anyways, review, or she'll turn into a tornado.
Only Jupiter Adepts do that.
Isaac: You are a Jupiter Adept.
Oh, right. . . I forgot.
Isaac: Sure . . .
Around the middle of school of Jenna showing him his classes, and Alex pleading the fifth (even though he had no idea what it meant), it was finally lunch time.
Alex stood by the door of his classroom, waiting for Jenna to tell him what to do next. Finally, she showed up.
"Come on!" Jenna ran up to him. "Lets go to lunch!"
"Okay."
They walked down the crowded halls, and into the large lunchroom. Crowds chattered, long lines led to the cashier. The two waited for their turn as Alex asked more questions, even though Jenna specifically asked him not to.
Soon, they were up to the cashier, and they punched in their numbers (Garet: My guess is that Alex punched in random numbers like usual). Then, walking between kids and tables, they made it to the doors that led outside.
Jenna settled herself on the lawn, flattening her dress. Alex looked blankly at her, still standing.
"Sit down you dunce," she ordered.
Alex sat. soon, other people arrived out on the lawn.
"Hey Jenna, Alex," a girl with gold hair sat down next to him. "How was your day?"
"Um . . ." the two turned red. "Not so well."
"Why? How come?"
"Well Sheba," Jenna started, "Mr. Smarty Pants here is acting like he has amnesia."
"You still haven't told me what that means," Alex whined.
Sheba looked down at Alex, not one bit of sympathy in them.
"Um . . . anyways, Garet and Isaac are going to be out here soon. I saw them in line."
"Little late Sheba," two boys walked up, their hair was spiked, as if to defy all laws of gravity.
"Hi guys!"
"Hey Alex," Garet smirked, "get caught today?"
"Caught doing what?" Alex asked, his forehead wrinkled.
"Well, putting in random numbers, of course."
"I don't know what you mean," Alex replied.
"Come on Alex," Garet rolled his eyes, "stop being and idiot."
"I don't understand why I keep getting those kind of comments," Alex sighed.
"It's because," Jenna threw a roll at him, "You keep on acting like it! Seriously, stop acting like you have amnesia!"
"I'm not pretending!" Alex told her agian. "I don't know!"
"Yeah, sure," they all replied. Alex scowled at all of them. How could he prove to them, he really couldn't remember anything?
"Man," Alex thought aloud, "I wish someone could read my mind or something, to his surprise, Sheba perked up.
"Hey!" she jumped up, her eyes bright, "Maybe me and Ivan-could-you know, mind read him! Then we'd really know!"
"Yah!" Ivan smiled, he hadn't had an excuse to mind read anyone besides the teacher, because he didn't know how to do his homework. No one but the small group knew that the Ivan and Sheba could mind-read.
"You can do that?" Alex lit up, smiling widely.
"Of course you dope!" they all responded.
Sheba and Ivan sat next to him, both holding their hands up to his head.
Phew, now maybe they'll know for sure I have this--amnesya-thingy! I'm saved! It was annoying, them not believing me, I must've really been an-idiot-before I lost my memory.
The two went beyond his thoughts, to memories. There was nothing. Sheba and Ivan sat back, shaking their heads as if to shake something off.
"So?" Jenna asked, everyone waiting.
"He, he really does have amnesia!" Sheba exclaimed, they all looked at her in shock.
"It's true!" Ivan clarified. "I've never searched through an empty mind before."
"Well," Sheba began to correct him, "Memories as still there, they're just--well, lets say dormant."
"What?" Alex had a confused look.
"You haven't really lost your memory," Sheba shrugged, "your brain just can't access at the moment."
Alex still had the confused face. "So . . . what's that supposed to mean?"
"You will get your memory back," Ivan shoved him.
"Until then," Sheba gave Alex a peircing stare, "You will just have to wait."
"What abou--scool?" Alex asked, "I mean, I was barely able to get to . . . here without being sent to the, what was it called . . .the counsiling center or the . . . office."
"Why can't we just tell the nurse?" Felix asked. "She'll know what to do."
"It's because," Garet sniggered, "because Alex always acts like this! How's she supposed to know if he really has amnesia this time?"
"Yeah, seriously Felix," Isaac added. "Banging his head on the math desk giving him amnesia? Come on, it sounds like ludicriss!"
"Well what do you suppose we do?" Mia asked, her blue eyes taunting. "Showing him his classes and pleading the fifth won't do the trick."
Everyone sat in thought.
"I have no idea."
"This is weird."
"Amnesia? because of banging his head on the desk . . ?"
"I've only heard of amnesia, never seen it."
"Does anyone have a spoon?"
"I don't get it, how could he have amnesia?"
"This pudding looks like paste."
"Don't worry," Garet jumped up, and patted Alex on the back. "We only have two more periods to go, and you're in my next class."
"Alex is in my seventh period," Mia admitted. "We should be fine until the end of the day."
"Then we can meet after school like usual," Sheba added. Everyone nodded in approval.
* * * * * * * * Well, we all have to admit, that was very . . . um . . . interesting.
Isaac: Yes, it was.
Where's Naomi?
Isaac: She quit.
Quit?
Isaac: I don't know, she just said she was quitting. I'm not sure why, or how. She just quit.
Oh, I get it . . . not . . . really.
Isaac: anyways, review, or she'll turn into a tornado.
Only Jupiter Adepts do that.
Isaac: You are a Jupiter Adept.
Oh, right. . . I forgot.
Isaac: Sure . . .