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InGen High part 5
By CeratosPit
‘Mission accomplished’ Dennis thought. He had tainted the birds’ food supply with Dodgson’s DX pills. Although, seeing as how Al won, Dennis wondered what the point was. Not that it mattered. Dennis did what he had to. Now all the birds had to do was eat the pills, and mutate into horny monster birds. That’s when the fat geek remembered what Dodgson had told him. If he completed his mission, he could take some for himself. How freakin’ cool would that be? He poured the last three pills from the canister into his hand. But before he could swallow them, the school payphone rang just a couple of yards away. He thought he’d ignore it at first, but decided to pick it up anyway. Payphones don’t ordinarily ring on their own.
“You got Nedry?” he answered.
“Dennis!” Dodgson yelled. “What’s this I hear about some other kid winning the Sci-Fare before Wu’s birds mutated.
“Man, word gets around, huh?”
“Alright, look. I’ve got one more job for you.”
“In that case, my price just went up.”
“Look you fat son of a bitch, the plan didn’t go accordingly and that’s all your fault! You messed up, and if you want anything in payment, you will do exactly what I tell you, so shut up and listen!”
Dennis sighed. “Jesus, Dodgson, you’re breaking my balls here. What do you want?”
Around this time, most of the kids left the gym. Even the owners of the projects. They were supposed to be left there for the rest of day and picked up that night during the big football game. Even Henry Wu left. So nobody was around to see his parakeets gobble up the seeds and pills.
Later, when 4th period rolled around, Al’s lunch period rolled around. Neither Ian nor Billy had this period with him, so he was a tad lonely. Al had just gotten his lunch from the counter in the cafeteria and proceeded to look for a welcoming table. He scanned the enormous dining hall for any familiar looking people to sit with. And his eyes came to a halt when they saw El Sattler at a crowded table with an empty sPace next to her on the bench. Al practically floated towards her, but halfway there, gravity pulled feet back to the ground when he saw Nick Van Owen take that seat, and make out furiously with the girl of Al’s dreams. Al was more forlorn than angry now as the idea settled in his head that El’s heart belonged to someone else. At least for now. Who knew? They could break up soon. Nick was after all, a player-player as Billy put it. He’d probably get bored with her eventually, and move onto someone else. And then another somebody else. And so on and so fourth. But El was the only girl Al had eyes for.
So he sat down at the end of a bench on a relatively empty table and watched her from afar. Al didn’t even touch his food. His attention was so focused he didn’t even notice Mandy walk by. In one hand she held her lunch trey and in the other a magazine she was reading. Mandy too was focused. So focused on an article about symbolic scarring, she didn’t notice the puddle of orange juice under her foot. It was the consequential slip which called Al to snap out of his trance. As she fell back threw and her trey up into the air, Al sPun around to catch her save her from what could have potentially been the most embarrassing moment of her high school career. With the punk girl in one arm, Al took off his hat with the other and caught her mini milk carton, foil wrapped burrito and French fries in it.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
Mandy was somewhat amazed by what just happened. “Suck my a--” Her cynical insults were naturally her first choice of words, but then she stopped to rethink them. “I-I mean thank you.” She corrected. Mandy was a very attractive girl, if you were into red streaks in blond hair, black makeup, and flannel miniskirts held together with safety pins. Hell, she was hot even if you weren’t. If Al was into somebody else, he might’ve taken a chance on her, but friendship wouldn’t have been a bad substitute. “God, I hope nobody saw that.” she remarked.
“I think you’re safe.” Al said giving her meal back from his hat. “It all happened pretty fast. I‘m Al.”
“Mandy.“ she established She took a seat next to him and noticed the Sci-fare award sticking out of his backpack. “Hey, you won?“ she asked. Al nodded. “Congratulations.” Mandy didn’t know why, but she found something strangely attractive about her hero in the fedora hat. ’What the hell?’ she thought. She might as well hook up with somebody before she was labeled a lesbian by the stupid conformist student body that she hated so much. “So… you wanna go out and get something pierced sometime?”
Al didn’t really know how to answer that. All he knew was he didn’t want to, but he didn’t seem to be able to tell her that. He opened his mouth to try to find the words, but before he could get any out, that weird shaggy kid Paul Kirby popped up from under the table.
“Like, I’ll go out and get something pierced with you, Mandy!” he exclaimed. Amanda took one look at him, let out a disgusted groan and walked off without saying goodbye. “She’ll come around.” He said to himself with Al right next to him. “Congrats on the Sci-fare, man. You, like, totally deserved it.”
“Well,” Al pondered, “I’m not really sure I can agree, but hey, I guess that isn’t a bad way to start off in a new school. I‘m Al.”
“Kirby, man. Paul Kirby!” Paul vigorously shook Al’s hand. “And this is like, my talking dog, Dooby.” Paul pointed to his imaginary cartoon Great Dane. “Rooby Rooby Roo!” It howled. Grant was puzzled.
“What the hell are you talking about?” he asked.
Paul just chuckled like a crazy boy when Rob Muldoon came along with his lunch. “Dammit, Kirby!” he complained. “For the last time, you don’t have this lunch period! Get your arse out of here, now!”
Paul complied, still laughing. “Like whatever. C’mon, Doob. Forget you, man! Forget you!”
Once Paul and his hallucinogenic dog left, Rob was glad to see Al again. “So how is your first day going? You staying out of trouble alright?” he inquired.
“This day’s got it’s fair balance of sucky and awesome. On the one hand, there’s--”
Al got cut off when Muldoon high fived fifteen jocks coming to sit at the empty table. One of them, a tall German kid with tousled brown hair, didn’t know Al was Rob’s friend. “Hey, pal. This table is reserved for the InGen High football team and friends of--”
“It’s all well, Dieter.” Muldoon explained. “Al here is a friend of mines.” Dieter took another look at the new kid and put him down. “Al, these are me mates, the InGen High Superclones! This here’s Dieter…” the German kid waved. “…Carter…” a tubby hisPanic guy listening to his headphones nodded. “…Burke…” a bulky kid with a red beard finger-snapped. “…Ajay…” and east Indian kid in sunglasses nodded. “And me best chum… wait, where’s Roland?”
2/17/2003 9:45:32 PM
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