(( This is kinda of pet project of mine, started when I first joined, but due to my forgetfulness or lack of internet, it was never posted. This the first time I've written anything in first person so I would appreciate anybody comments or concerns for improvement. Even post complaints if you think they would help my future chapters!))
From the notebook PC of Heero Dwyn.
Date: February xx, 2008
Vocal Entry #1
Well Ok… Where do I start? Well, let’s get the basics out of the way. My name is Heero Dwyn, umm… I’m a freshman in high school, about five-six, and averaging around a hundred and sixty pounds. I say average because it varies on how much I use my gift apparently. You see I was ask to come to a new school called St. Joseph because I had an accident and developed a rather unique gift. That’s the reason I’m writing this, they asked me to keep an occasion record of my powers… Kind of like a journal or a diary, I guess. So anyways today was my second day, the first was the introductory stuff, learning where my classes were learning where the cafeteria was, etc. On a side note, I got to question the menu of the cafeteria, and I think that my guide was too. He said he was a member of the staff but he seemed surprised by it, and not in a good way.
Anyways today was my second day and I met quite a few people already, and it may be a decent sized building but some of the members have a way of sticking out. Not that’s a bad thing, it actually helps me remember them easier, I just got to remember to stop staring…
But today started out easy enough, standard class in the morning, lunch at noon (another questionable choice), but in the afternoon I was suppose to have PE… for two hours! Now I don’t mind PE, though it never had anything that interested me either, but I only had it for forty-five minutes at my old school. Least to say I was a little worried about my low stamina, but this turned out nothing like I pictured it.
The Gym definitely looked like a basic gym except it was expanded to hold some machinery I didn’t recognize. Some kids were all ready playing some basketball, and one of them saw me and asked if I want to play, I said that I wasn’t sure because I was suppose to be having a class. He laughed politely and said we still had five minutes, which was true.
One of the other kids called out “Hey new kid! Catch!” and I looked at him and saw he was ready to do a chest past to me, I got ready to catch it, but next thing I know I was laying on the ground as though I threw my self out of the way of it. I looked at the first kid and in confusion and we looked back at me, glanced at where I was and then he looked quite angry as he turned to the second student and started shouting at him. The second kid didn’t seem too concerned about him and said that he was just playing with me. I looked back to where I was and didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, until I saw the badly dented bleacher that was behind me. Mental note number 1: Super hero school has jocks and bullies too…
Anyway, we got paired up and wouldn’t you know it, I was paired with the second kid. He just kind of grinned stupidly at me, said he was sorry and offered a hand shake. You ever heard that saying, fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me? Yeah, I took his hand and he immediate squeezed my hand as though he was trying to break it. I fell to a knee quickly, and the others noticed. One shouted out to him and another’s fist turned into rock. He quickly let go saying it wasn’t his fault that I couldn’t shake hands and backed off. Mental note number 2: Never got his name but don’t forget the face, and he isn’t to be trusted.
The toss up went off like it would at any normal school and my team quickly got the ball. I got in front of the jerk and was open so they past the ball to me. I was just about to grab it when the jerk swung around with his arm out wide, catching me in the gut. I went flying and slid on the gym floor till I hit the bleachers. The wind was knocked out of me, my vision was spinning, it wasn’t pretty. Mental note number 3: He played, and probably fought, dirty. But I heard someone run over to me and say something. No idea what it was but I saw a greenish glow and my vision cleared up immediately. Still need to catch my breath but at least the pain was fading.
It was decided that his “accidental love tap” was a foul, and I got two free throws. He merely sneered and threw the ball to me… which the rock guy had to jump in the way of. At this point I was about to lose it to this guy, and his taunting me when I missed the first shot didn’t help. I did make the second one so that put us a point ahead. Again he shot off his mouth as we got back with our blockers and we continued going on the offense. He tried to swing at me again but I dodged under his arm and ran into a clear spot were the ball was tossed to me. This time I at least caught the ball before he charged me, causing me to go flying and drop the ball. As I was flying, I vaguely remember closing my eyes in pain and anger, and deciding he had crossed a line.
My eyes snapped open, and I’m not sure how I did it but managed to do a back flip and land on my feet. I saw one of my team mates ready to call foul then stop to look at me in confusion. I saw the basketball hit the floor and bounce. I saw the bastard, who not caring about me in the slightest, had already started a full sprint to the ball. There was almost half the court between me and the basketball and he was much closer, but I tore off after it anyway. Right as he was about to grab it, I slid on my pant’s leg under his arm to steal it a way from him. He was so surprised that he did a double take to where I had just landed, and I didn’t waste the opportunity. I circled around him in the opposite direction and ran straight for the basket. I guess the rest of his team had more of a chance to recover so they all tried to stop me, but to me they seemed to be moving really slow. I remember thinking this was odd, but I didn’t stop to think about it. I dodged three of them and when I got to the last guy, he was hunched down low to try to block any side I went to. So I went over him…Seriously, I put a foot on his shoulder and used him as a jumping board. My first slam dunk ever.
As I landed to get ready for the next round, a whistle blew and the couch was standing in the doorway. He started congratulating us on a great game but he stopped in mid sentence when his eyes fell upon the jerk, which promptly got chewed out and was told to run laps till he said to stop. He asked why but the coach said he had been watching for only the last three minutes, and saw him purposely foul me twice in that amount of time. He still tried to argue but ended up doing the laps.
The coach came over to me and asked me how I moved that fast. I told him I had no idea what he was talking about. He started saying that I really was cheating because the jerk used his powers first, but he stopped and realized I really didn’t know what he meant he stopped and ran his hand threw his hair. “Oh boy we got some work to do…” was all he said as he led me to one of the strange machines. The other guys all decided to follow me out of curiosity sake.
Once he got there, he asked me if I ever played dodge ball before. I kind of snickered and asked who wasn’t. Of course, one of the guys behind me said he wasn’t. I thought, at the moment, that he was joking, but I’m not so sure anymore. The coach simply nodded and said that this was going to be a lot like dodge ball except there was a machine tossing the tennis balls and it was going to be from all directions. I must have looked scared because he but a hand on my shoulder and said not to worry, he would take it slow at first.
So I got into the machine and saw it was circular inside and that the walls had a bunch of holes in it, almost like Swiss cheese. I heard the sound that meant it was starting and heard an engine or something starting. I started looking around to see where the ball was coming from to see it coming from my left. It was like a ten year old tossed it at me, and I had to raise my foot to dodge it. I almost laughed at the pathetic attempt just to hear a pftomp calling from behind me; I craned my neck and saw the ball out of the corner of my eye and barely turned my body in time to get my shoulder out of the way. “Impressive” came out of the speaker, but at the time I was to busy dodging a third ball to respond. It continued like this for about thirty seconds and then they started launching two balls at once. Then, there were three at once. This continued till they got to five at once and this point I was starting to tired. But right as they should have jumped to six, they instead jumped to ten, this caught me by surprise and all I could do was drop to the floor. Which the machine wanted, of course, and shot three fast balls at the spot I was at. I rolled into a crouch and shouted out asking how this was fair. I got no response and ten more balls shot at me.
Once again I started to get angry and decided against standing in the middle as that was where they were pointed at, but as I tried to move to a side that ten balls came from that side alone. I barely managed to dodge these, and in my anger I lost count of the time, and now fifteen balls were fired, and not just at me but also the area around me. I remember thinking that this was no different than the jerk that had fouled me earlier, and that this wasn’t fair. Then everything slowed down, they were still coming at me fifteen at a time but now the pftomp were coming slow enough that I could tell what direction and order that they were coming and as he saw the balls coming out of the holes I noticed that they were only moving at about half the speed they should have. Dodging this volley was easy, and so was the second. The third changed to twenty balls but it was really any harder to dodge, in fact it was getting easier. I could have caught the last ball in the volley if he wanted. The forth valley started and by this time the balls were barely moving. At this point, I stood in the middle and looked around the room. As I made a full circle, the thought “What the hell is happening” came to my mind. Big mistake. I was immediately hit by about fifteen of the balls as everything returned to normal. I heard another sound like at the start and the balls stopped firing.
The couch and the guy who healed me earlier came running in and he started glowing as the couch asked me how many fingers he had. I said forty-two which had him looking at me like I was insane. I sat up and said it was a joke and that I was fine. Then I asked him if ten or more might have been a little excessive. He chuckled sadly and said that things in real life weren’t fair so I might as well learn that here and now. Then he had me watch the tape of the training. I still don’t know how I did it but I was moving so fast that the camera couldn’t keep up. When the coach saw my surprise, he gave the rest of the day off so I could think about. (chuckles) Too bad that hasn’t helped. I’m still confused as I was watching that movie… (laughs)
end of record
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