Chapter 1
Chapter 1
The Kushan Mother ship was being proudly held inside of the Scaffold. Millions of Kharakians have dedicated their lives to that one ship, and hundreds have lost their lives in that process. An entire planet had combined their efforts to create one ship that would bring hundreds of thousands of Kharakians in a frozen state of sleep to their home world, Hiigara.
Many tugs buzzed around the scaffold, admiring the awesome ship being held within the scaffold.
The tugs began to dock, one of them commenting on the mother ship over the radio, while docking, than docked into the scaffold, which was about to let the Mother Ship free from it's hold, and onto it's journey.
"Homeworld
This program has preformed an illegal action and will be shut down."
"Damn it!" Dan yelled, who was sitting at his computer, dressed in a night robe, "I hate Windows ME! Will Gheyts will suffer for his crimes against nerd-kind!"
He slumped back in his seat, cross.
"Daniel," his mother yelled, "You're going to be late!"
Dan looked at the clock on the bottom right hand side of the screen.
7:29 am
Panic jolted through his body. He was going to be late.
Dan than rushed out of his seat, got out of the den, and bolted it to his room.
He put on a random pair of trousers, and a collared shirt, not realising that they were a part of his best clothes.
Rushing like a bat out of hell, Dan grabbed his bus fair and lunch money, grabbed his bag, shovelled his homework to his bag, and sped off out the door, grabbing a jacket out of the way.
He put on his jacket, and ran, completely oblivious to the fact that he isn't wearing shoes.
He made it to the bus stop. He was greeted with stares from people. They weren't the cold stares that people would give you, if they reamed you out, or the seductive stares when people thought you were a hottie. They were the embarrassing stares that people would usually issue to people who had 18 heads and fourteen arms, and would glare into the very reassess of your weirdness.
Dan grew a confused a look on his face. He looked down, and saw that he was in his best shirt and best pants, and only wearing a pair of plaid socks on his feet.
His mind raced with incredible panic to find an answer to his odd appearance.
"It's … uhh," Dan said, trying to falsely justify his odd looks, "it's Halloween and my school."
A businessman at the bus stop said, "but it's September the 30th."
Dan, now even more embarrassed, tried to find another false justification in his head.
"It's … Halloween … in September", he said, only to be replied by the oddest of odd stares.
"Yeah," Dan said, making a total jackass out of himself, "it's a tradition that started years ago at my school, it's quite a funny story actually."
All the others at the bus stop just stopped looking at him, and ignored him. They gave him the occasional odd glance, but they mostly ignored him.
Dan, now meeting his threshold of embarrassment, quietly sat down, and kept his mouth closed.
The bus came to the rescue one minute later, and Dan went onto the bus, putting more than the correct amount of coins into the little part of the bus that you put your fare money into.
Dan than sat down quietly, and tried to keep his head low.
Dan sneezed, and reflexively covered his mouth when doing so.
He looked at his hand, and saw that there was snot all over it.
Silently disgusted, Dan, made his hands stay close together, making a quiet, but disgusting sound of snot swishing around in his hand.
Dan didn't know how this could get any worse.
He sneezed again, and his reflexes have betrayed him, yet again, but this time, he sneezed all over his fist.
He looked around the bus, and got disgusted glances from random passengers, and he could sense the fact that the oriental businesswoman who was sitting in front of him was getting uncomfortable.
His nose was clogged. He began to quietly sniff the disgusting mucus up his nose, the most unwelcome part of Dan's immune system.
While doing so, and sneezing again, he saw the businesswoman in front of him hastily get up, and sit on the other side of the bus.
Dan was in a great pit of depression and embarrassment.
He walked towards Cooksdale High School, the only high school in all of Cooksdale.
He was walking down the hall of his high school, and was treated with, not only looks that would be reserved for people that had 18 legs and three noses, but also hostility.
"You look like a stupid, you cake ass!" Jeff K yelled; who attends Dan's school.
People backed away from him as if he were radioactive. Dan was at a climax of embarrassment.
He went to the bathroom to wash off his hands, and get rid of the disgusting, caked, snot.
As he was washing his hands, he heard someone flush the toilet.
"You have no honour!" a boy yelled, over the interference of the swirling toilet water around his head.
He saw three guys run out of a toilet stall, laughing hysterically, and than a short, soaking wet boy paddling after them.
Dan watched all of in with a surprised expression.
"Ugh, at least I'm not the only one here having a bad day", Dan mumbled, thinking aloud.
He stepped outside, and went to his locker. As he walked along, people stared at him as if he had 18 arms, and 4 of those arms were used as heads.
He merely nodded at the people in a casual fashion, and went with the flow. Well, as best as he could.
He looked down at his socks.
Damn, he though, why the hell was he wearing plaid socks, and what was he high on when he bought them?
He began to scroll the little pointer thing in the middle of his padlock to the numbers of his combination. Yeah, good old 20-23-16.
He pulled at the lock, but it refused to open. Maybe his combination was 23-20-16, or 20-16-23.
Out of all the events that had happened to him so far, he came to one conclusion: this day truly sucked.
As he looked around, he saw Jessica Flirtly. She was a drop dead sexy blond cheerleader. He would give everything he owned to go out with that magnificently gorgeous blond. She had of talent of slowing down time, as she gracefully walked, her hair moving about her shoulders, her hips swinging in a sexy fashion as she took each graceful step after step which went on forever, Dan looked over at her magnificent body as she walked like a queen, an enchanting bootylicious Queen. A magnificent spell of her beauty was cast in any room she entered, or any hallway she walked down.
Unfortunately for Dan, beside this wonderful blond was Jake Riesstiu, a student who did well in everything: academics, sports, dating, and his social life. Everything he did he seemed to pass with flying colours. He had a charm that seemed to be unmatched, and Dan couldn't even begin to imitate. Riesstiu seemed twice as better than Dan wished that his own self would be. Riesstiu was President of the Student Government, and Captain of the Football team and King of the Players.
Jessica looked in Dan's direction, which, to his surprise, she was actually acknowledging Dan's existence as a "nice guy", and not as a "prep wanabe without any shoes."
Jessica and Dan remained in eye contact with each other as she walked beside Riesstiu, who she seemed to be ignoring. As she walked beside Dan, and said "hello." Dan offered a little "hi", back, as a guy like him in his situation would usually do.
Jessica walked on, glancing back, while Dan kept his focus on her good side, and swinging hips. He bent over to keep her in his view, but Dan than bent over a little too far, fell flat on the ground, and suddenly everyone around him burst out laughing, pointing his or her fingers at him.
Dan just laid on the ground smiling, because he believed in karma. And according to his belief, he is about to have the best night of his life.
"Mister Crown," Mr. Tyghtbhass, this Vice Principal of Cooksdale High said, in his low, nasal voice, addressing Dan, "In my office, now!"
Dan just smiled stupidly, and was promptly sent home to get shoes.