The Problem with Technology

He usually was seen alone. No one knew if he had friends or not. No one
really knew him. All they knew was of him. He wasn't popular. No, he was
creepy. He seemed to be always plotting something. Sometimes he was discovered
hidden behind a tree or other form of object snickering. No one really knew
why. No one really bothered to ask. He didn't mind so much about it. He
figured people might not like him as much. He'd never fretted about things
like that.

He only had one thing on his mind…more like one person. Meena Paroom. She
was beautiful, kind, and smart. She was everything he wanted in a girl.
Everyday he attempted at starting a conversation with her. It was usually an
insignificant conversation to her, but to him it meant the world. Sure, all
the conversation ended in a, "Stickler, I'm sorry but I could never like
you that way." Maybe even on bad days the sorry would be dropped from the
sentence entirely giving a harsh effect on him. He'd watch her from a far,
it may sound creepy, but…he couldn't help it. He loved her so much. With
each day his love for her would grow. He had made a promise a vow.

Get Meena to be his at all costs.

And that meant any suitor standing in his way would feel his wrath. He had a
lot of wrath to supply too. Luckily he had an advantage over some of the
others. He was related to a member of the CIA. And on command he could be
supplied with gadgets that had a variety of uses. Memory loss spray, Atm card
shredder, and a device that could produce a puddle of oil on the ground were
just a few of the many objects he possessed. All of which were used on
individuals who he found to be displeasing to him. Mostly they were boys after
Meena also.

Today would be no different from any other day. He planted himself firmly in
the ground behind a tree. Through the bushes he could spy Meena Paroom, girl
of his dreams and Cory Baxter, boy who caused him nightmares. There they sat,
Meena laughing and beaming at Cory who had apparently shared a funny joke.
They seemed a little too close for his comfort. Too close indeed and he would
have to correct that.

Digging in his pocket he retrieved a pen like object. Smirking he repeated
his plan in his mind. What he held in his hand was a simple pen, but also
happened to be a laser. Not just a simple laser pointer, no this was the
latest in CIA technology. As soon as the cap was removed from the pen the
laser would activate. It was such a powerful laser then when tested in the lab
it sent three workers into to a 24-hour blindness.

The lunch tables outside each had a mirror like napkin dispenser settled
upon the surface. All that need to be done was to get the light to bounce off
the dispenser and hit the target, which were both of Baxter's eyes. He would
be so overwhelmed causing him to fly backwards from the impact. After this
occurred he would head back into the building and come back out casually. He
would see Baxter act surprised and offer to take him to the nurse. Meena would
see the act of kindness and instantly fall in love with him and his caring
ways. The idea was fool proof.

He got ready to remove the cap and aim the light. As he was carefully doing
the procedure an instant disturbance startled him. It was none other then Newt
Livingston with some exciting news. To Stickler's dismay Cory had turned
around completely moving his head and eyes out of range. The beam shot past
his head and bounced off the mirror. Before Stickler could blink it was pitch
black all around him. Groaning he could feel the hard surface as it came in
contact with his back. Because of Newt he had been the victim of his own plan.
Sighing he knew he was in a sticky situation. For a while he rested there on
the ground completely hidden from the view of potential students.
" Hello? Anyone there?" he said fearfully.
" Anyone?"

There wasn't a response, because the bell for class had rung. He heard
stampeding and then silence. He closed his eyes and then opened them hoping
for better results, but alas was disappointed. He was still surrounded by
darkness. He learned a valuable lesson. The usage of some gadgets had
horrible consequences. That was the problem with technology. Sometimes it
served well and other times in Stickler's situation left you lying on the
floor with a case of the 24-hour blindness.

Written By: Optimistic Girl94
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This I thought was fun to write...it is a little strange I'll admit. But I
liked typing it.