I stood in front of the whiteboard, staring at it. I was alone, as I had Physics 6th hour and J.J. had Chemistry. The teacher, Mr. Hugill, had written an equation on the board about time travel and teleporting. He left the room to get something. I set my bag down, grabbed a marker and began fixing his equation. I heard someone else come into the room, but I ignored it. I scribbled down equations as fast as I could. Once I was done, I took a step back and looked it over.
"Are you a secret genius?"
I turned to look at the person talking. A guy with a red-black over shirt, red undershirt, blue jeans, glasses, and teeny shoes was standing next to my bag.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Are you a secret genius or something?"
"Why do you say that?"
"Mr. Hugill has been working on that for at least a year and we have been helping him. You come in and did it in a minute."
"Oh, well…"
"I'm Brian." He said.
"Terra."
"Terra…Gibbs?"
"You know me?"
"I know of you. There have been rumor flying around about you, 'The girl who knows everything.'"
A slight blush began.
"Well, I don't know everything." I sat down and he sat next to me. "Hold on," I looked at him. "You understood that?" I pointed to my equation.
"Mostly."
"So, then you have heard of space travel right?"
"Yeah."
"How about nan-nites?"
"Only that they are a flaw."
"Oh really? I beg to differ."