Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters except Delbert's family.
Notes: I hope you're all enjoying my Delbert story. I don't think this will be very long, not unless I make up everything else...That could be fun though....We'll see where this goes and I'll get back to you. I will apologize however for the language of one Gavin Doppler...he's a pimp in every sence of the word, expect one thing..he's a wannabee..BIG TIME! But if you don't read it, you won't find out why...so R&R you know what to do.
Life as a Doppler
By Mia LeighArc
(Doppler P.O.V)
After my first three miserable years at Napoleon High, I was beginning to think that my senior year would be easy; but just as I suspected, failure was somewhere around the corner. Throughout the summer my brother became equipped with massive knowledge about the laws of physics. He would say things like; "The star count of an entire galaxy is close to 10,000!" Eventhough I knew he had just picked that up at port from some drunken old has-been sailor, I still knew he was wrong. Most galaxies have at least 1,000,000,000 stars! Goodness, I thought everyone had known that. I guess it goes with the age old saying,"Great knowledge is wasted on the older generations."And oh how true that is about Gavin. He sits in a classroom all day and supposively does something productive; But the minute he gets home he's off reading dirty magazines and comes into my room when I'm trying to study saying "Hey little bro, itn't this the kinda girl you would give a boner to doggy style?" That's all he ever think sabout; partying, drugs, alcohol and girls, most of which he has or is planning on taking advantage of. His constant need for a meaningless one night stand is disgusting. Won't he ever tire of going through girl after girl without any real emotion or future? Won't he get lonely? Of course not! Who am I kidding? If he was lonely, he would just go out and look for even more desperate girls who have even less to lose.
It's also nerve racking to have a lazy brother who earns all A's yet never does one homework assignment. (Thanks to my father being Pricipal Woodcree's roommate back in their days at at Prinston.) My brother wouldn't last two seconds if not for my father pushing him along and telling him how to be a man. I really hate that! Why doesn't Gavin just learn to pay attention, or learn to actually do an honest day's work for once?? Oh, nevermind. For a moment there I must've forgotten that he's Gavin and he's still my horrible brother.
But the day he returned home to report he would soon have his master's degree and was going to continue for his doctorate, was the most disappointing day of my life. He came through the door with his scrolls in one hand and a pile of books in the other. He came and sat down at the table and began describing his experiences. My parents were astonished at what he'd learned, but I was not impressed; I tried to chime in with my own accomplishments, but my parents said that Gavin's were more important. Eventhough he seems to be a well mannered gentleman, he is rather uncooth. He ruffled my hair as he was talking and as I finnally screwed up my courage for the first time in a while. I opened my mouth to say something, but when my parent's dismissed it with a wave of the hand, I slumpped my shoulders and finally gave up. They had no idea that I was an ameteur astronomer myself, (though much more intellegant) it was like they had no idea I existed.
In fact, had made some discoveries of my own. I knew that one day that would be me and I would become part of the Montressian Committee of Science and Technology. I had discovered the quardiants, names and the alignment of all 28 or 29 of Jupiter's moons. I had discovered the where abouts of the Lagoon Nebula and the evidence behind the myth which has sence become a dirty word in the world of astronomy. Somehow I just had a gut feeling I would be a great astronomical mind. I would be a chairman of the bourd. I would finally know what it's like to be someone, to be special and respected.
But later that year, Gavin took that dream away from me too, sitting in his councilman's chair instructing people of how the art of science is established. A few months ago, I sent a letter to Samuel H. Malet, the president of the committee and still haven't gotten a reply. I wonder what the problem is. That seems ages ago now.
I'm bored, Flagellation 201 really is a lot more fun when I'm not so depressed. I usually sit in the back of the class all hour and stare off into space when he goes over the lecures or homework assignments, I have read the text book ten times already and I already know all the material. This year, thanks to my brother, I'm officially the Napoleon High Fig. That's right I'm the school's mascot, and I couldn't hate it any more than I did when I first got here. In fact, just the other day, I was prowling about the school's gymnasium in the god awful thing. I felt like an overgrown blueberry like the girl in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. To say the least I was humiliated, but it was after all a prep...er...pep rally. Though when it was time to hit the showers, everything was going fine; no one had pushed me down or shoved me into a locker. But it was when I got out of the shower that all hell broke loose. Humming the tune of "Foxy Lady"by Jimi Hendix, I walked out of the stall to find awful sayings such as "Fag,""Dork,"and "Nerd"written on the walls and mirrors with a red marker. I went to my locker to find that my clothes where nowhere to be found. So I had to search the whole locker room in nothing but a towel, and not even that gave me much justice. I quietly snuck into the hall hoping no one would see me, but after a few seconds, the whole lot of them started chasing me and I ended up on the football feild where I found my boxer shorts hanging from the goal post. I climbed up there yes; but somewhere between the first initail attempt and when I started to feel a bitter cold on my bum, I realized that the towel had fallen. I looked around in horror and all I saw was a crowd of people laughing, cheering, shouting and pointing...and the football couch holding his arms directly over his head as if I made some kind of football play...I still don't know what it means.
My brother can be such a jerk; I don't know why he pretends to care, I'm sure mom and dad have caught on by now. I still can't stand him after all these years, after-all he is living my dream.
There are so many pretty girls here, but I guess I just don't know how to talk to them. Oh well, like that will ever happen anyway. After the towel inccident all the girls seem to constantly make fun of me and call me shrewd names such as "Peach fuzz,""Towel boy,"and who could forget the notorious "Dufus Fig."But there is one girl who seems to not call me names as much as the others...at least when her freinds aren't around. But I can see through her. I can see through her eyes, the eyes of an angel. I was late for class yesterday, (well 5 minutes early would be late for me) and I saw her: her hair was a long mess of naturally curly aulburn hair, Her eyes were a crisp blue and the way she walked...the way she talked, was all compleately mezmerizing. But I knew it was wrong, if only she weren't a feline than everything would be ok right? I would be going against everything my family stands for, I would go against the traditions that have been passed down in my family for many generations. Oh who am I kidding, she's gorgeous!
Well, I think I'll go to the library and check out a few more astronomy books and sit draining the sweetness from the pages. I love those books so much it hurts. The librarians not only know me by name, but those old ladies can provide some much needed comfort when I need it most. Mrs. Parlarsky is the younger one who lets me sit in the back during my lunch hour and eat my lunch while I study "The Science Behind the Galactic Nuclei"and similar astronamical titles. I would even go as far as to say she would let me get away with murder, though I would have to have a really good reason to do such a barbaric thing. Mrs. Harris is the tough one, the "Librarian Nazi"as she is called, is the main person to inforce the "No building towers with the books"rule or the ever so popular "No licking the black bourd."I guess there just aren't many intellegant people left around here; I suppose I'm the only one.
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Hey, what did everyone think of chapter two? I decided I wanted to keep this going and I love how it's coming along. Please R&R!
Notes: I hope you're all enjoying my Delbert story. I don't think this will be very long, not unless I make up everything else...That could be fun though....We'll see where this goes and I'll get back to you. I will apologize however for the language of one Gavin Doppler...he's a pimp in every sence of the word, expect one thing..he's a wannabee..BIG TIME! But if you don't read it, you won't find out why...so R&R you know what to do.
Life as a Doppler
By Mia LeighArc
(Doppler P.O.V)
After my first three miserable years at Napoleon High, I was beginning to think that my senior year would be easy; but just as I suspected, failure was somewhere around the corner. Throughout the summer my brother became equipped with massive knowledge about the laws of physics. He would say things like; "The star count of an entire galaxy is close to 10,000!" Eventhough I knew he had just picked that up at port from some drunken old has-been sailor, I still knew he was wrong. Most galaxies have at least 1,000,000,000 stars! Goodness, I thought everyone had known that. I guess it goes with the age old saying,"Great knowledge is wasted on the older generations."And oh how true that is about Gavin. He sits in a classroom all day and supposively does something productive; But the minute he gets home he's off reading dirty magazines and comes into my room when I'm trying to study saying "Hey little bro, itn't this the kinda girl you would give a boner to doggy style?" That's all he ever think sabout; partying, drugs, alcohol and girls, most of which he has or is planning on taking advantage of. His constant need for a meaningless one night stand is disgusting. Won't he ever tire of going through girl after girl without any real emotion or future? Won't he get lonely? Of course not! Who am I kidding? If he was lonely, he would just go out and look for even more desperate girls who have even less to lose.
It's also nerve racking to have a lazy brother who earns all A's yet never does one homework assignment. (Thanks to my father being Pricipal Woodcree's roommate back in their days at at Prinston.) My brother wouldn't last two seconds if not for my father pushing him along and telling him how to be a man. I really hate that! Why doesn't Gavin just learn to pay attention, or learn to actually do an honest day's work for once?? Oh, nevermind. For a moment there I must've forgotten that he's Gavin and he's still my horrible brother.
But the day he returned home to report he would soon have his master's degree and was going to continue for his doctorate, was the most disappointing day of my life. He came through the door with his scrolls in one hand and a pile of books in the other. He came and sat down at the table and began describing his experiences. My parents were astonished at what he'd learned, but I was not impressed; I tried to chime in with my own accomplishments, but my parents said that Gavin's were more important. Eventhough he seems to be a well mannered gentleman, he is rather uncooth. He ruffled my hair as he was talking and as I finnally screwed up my courage for the first time in a while. I opened my mouth to say something, but when my parent's dismissed it with a wave of the hand, I slumpped my shoulders and finally gave up. They had no idea that I was an ameteur astronomer myself, (though much more intellegant) it was like they had no idea I existed.
In fact, had made some discoveries of my own. I knew that one day that would be me and I would become part of the Montressian Committee of Science and Technology. I had discovered the quardiants, names and the alignment of all 28 or 29 of Jupiter's moons. I had discovered the where abouts of the Lagoon Nebula and the evidence behind the myth which has sence become a dirty word in the world of astronomy. Somehow I just had a gut feeling I would be a great astronomical mind. I would be a chairman of the bourd. I would finally know what it's like to be someone, to be special and respected.
But later that year, Gavin took that dream away from me too, sitting in his councilman's chair instructing people of how the art of science is established. A few months ago, I sent a letter to Samuel H. Malet, the president of the committee and still haven't gotten a reply. I wonder what the problem is. That seems ages ago now.
I'm bored, Flagellation 201 really is a lot more fun when I'm not so depressed. I usually sit in the back of the class all hour and stare off into space when he goes over the lecures or homework assignments, I have read the text book ten times already and I already know all the material. This year, thanks to my brother, I'm officially the Napoleon High Fig. That's right I'm the school's mascot, and I couldn't hate it any more than I did when I first got here. In fact, just the other day, I was prowling about the school's gymnasium in the god awful thing. I felt like an overgrown blueberry like the girl in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. To say the least I was humiliated, but it was after all a prep...er...pep rally. Though when it was time to hit the showers, everything was going fine; no one had pushed me down or shoved me into a locker. But it was when I got out of the shower that all hell broke loose. Humming the tune of "Foxy Lady"by Jimi Hendix, I walked out of the stall to find awful sayings such as "Fag,""Dork,"and "Nerd"written on the walls and mirrors with a red marker. I went to my locker to find that my clothes where nowhere to be found. So I had to search the whole locker room in nothing but a towel, and not even that gave me much justice. I quietly snuck into the hall hoping no one would see me, but after a few seconds, the whole lot of them started chasing me and I ended up on the football feild where I found my boxer shorts hanging from the goal post. I climbed up there yes; but somewhere between the first initail attempt and when I started to feel a bitter cold on my bum, I realized that the towel had fallen. I looked around in horror and all I saw was a crowd of people laughing, cheering, shouting and pointing...and the football couch holding his arms directly over his head as if I made some kind of football play...I still don't know what it means.
My brother can be such a jerk; I don't know why he pretends to care, I'm sure mom and dad have caught on by now. I still can't stand him after all these years, after-all he is living my dream.
There are so many pretty girls here, but I guess I just don't know how to talk to them. Oh well, like that will ever happen anyway. After the towel inccident all the girls seem to constantly make fun of me and call me shrewd names such as "Peach fuzz,""Towel boy,"and who could forget the notorious "Dufus Fig."But there is one girl who seems to not call me names as much as the others...at least when her freinds aren't around. But I can see through her. I can see through her eyes, the eyes of an angel. I was late for class yesterday, (well 5 minutes early would be late for me) and I saw her: her hair was a long mess of naturally curly aulburn hair, Her eyes were a crisp blue and the way she walked...the way she talked, was all compleately mezmerizing. But I knew it was wrong, if only she weren't a feline than everything would be ok right? I would be going against everything my family stands for, I would go against the traditions that have been passed down in my family for many generations. Oh who am I kidding, she's gorgeous!
Well, I think I'll go to the library and check out a few more astronomy books and sit draining the sweetness from the pages. I love those books so much it hurts. The librarians not only know me by name, but those old ladies can provide some much needed comfort when I need it most. Mrs. Parlarsky is the younger one who lets me sit in the back during my lunch hour and eat my lunch while I study "The Science Behind the Galactic Nuclei"and similar astronamical titles. I would even go as far as to say she would let me get away with murder, though I would have to have a really good reason to do such a barbaric thing. Mrs. Harris is the tough one, the "Librarian Nazi"as she is called, is the main person to inforce the "No building towers with the books"rule or the ever so popular "No licking the black bourd."I guess there just aren't many intellegant people left around here; I suppose I'm the only one.
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Hey, what did everyone think of chapter two? I decided I wanted to keep this going and I love how it's coming along. Please R&R!