Past, Present, Future
Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2004 2:00 am
This is a joint fic by myself and a friend of mine. I have no clue where I should put this, since the begining starts out with practically no GW characters... And the major couples are not the GW people, but our own sets... But enjoy anyway! Oh, and there is a little yoai between 3 and 4, but there is nothing but nicknames and affection! So, please don't yell at me. It all Charli's part! I won't write that stuff....
Past, Present, Future
By Mina and Charli
Orla hopped out of her car, a brand new, deep purple Lamborghini Diablo, and grabbed her backpack, tossing it over her shoulder deftly while sweeping her red-dyed bangs from her face. She strolled up the steps of the college that she attended with her sister and boyfriend. She waved at a few people she knew and shot a nasty gesture towards a teacher she walked past, smirking.
?Yo! Orla!? Orla spun around and saw a Goth-girl running towards her and she smiled, exchanging a high five with the girl.
?Well hiya Kil! Long time no see!?
?Yeah, they put me on suspension! I couldn?t come on the grounds for a week!?
?They?re such assholes, ain?t they?? The pair walked along the halls for a while, since they had a good half hour before classes actually started. Kilana, or Kil as she much preferred to be called, was a Goth, dark and true. She favored blacks and dark reds, wore fishnets, a pair of heavy army boots left half undone, leather gloves that were lacking the finger tips, shirts with rather inappropriate sayings or images, she often overdid the black makeup and her hair was black and cut quite short, often done in spikes with blood red tips. Strange as she was, Orla wouldn?t want anybody else as a best friend.
?Totally! Hey, you got a game next week, right??
?Yeah, why you wanna know??
?Cause, my boyfriend doesn?t believe that you?re on the team and I want to prove it to him.?
?Well you can tell the prick that I?m number 02 and play left wide receiver.?
?He won?t be able to deny the fact when he sees you tearing up the field.?
?No doubt about that Kil, no doubt about that.? The pair laughed as they walked on. Orla spotted her boyfriend and made a beeline for him, a huge smile on her face. ?Hey Adriano.? Orla was right next to him as she spoke and yet the man didn?t even glance at her, let alone give her his perfect toothy grin and loving hug as he usually did. ?Adriano?? She looked at him and grew wide-eyed as he just walked away.
?You okay Or?? Kil had approached her once Adriano had walked off and placed a hand on Orla?s shoulder.
?He...he...the bastard ignored me! I was right beside him, saying it right to his fucking face, and he ignored me! I?ll...I?ll kill him!? Orla tried to go after her boyfriend, but Kil held her back, pulling at Orla?s shirt collar.
?Just leave it Orla. You can beat the crap out of him at practice tonight, you can say you thought he was the tackle dummy.?
?That?s at least half true Kil.? Orla snorted and tugged at her shirt, tucking it in just a little bit more and doing up a button that had come undone when Kil had pulled at it, nearly revealing Orla?s bra. Orla was probably THE sloppiest dresser at school. Her pants were baggy and had come off the rack in a boy?s section, a button-down shirt of white was only half tucked into her pants and done up only enough to cover her chest, her stomach revealed quite clearly, she wore skater shoes and her hair of a deep chestnut, which hung down to her butt, was held in a loose ponytail, the blonde streaks showing clearly with her red-dyed bangs bright and clear. She and Kil were walking down the hall again and soon came across the dreaded cheerleaders.
?Oh God! Not them! The evil blondes! They keep trying to break up Adriano and I. They always say ?You can do better Adriano, way better.? It?s so fuckin? annoying!? Orla crunched a fist into the palm of her opposite hand and then grinned evilly as an idea struck. She walked over to the ?leader? of the ?pack? and smiled innocently enough.
?Hey Sherry.?
?Oh, hello Maxwell.?
?I just thought you?d want to know that Adriano?s older brother, Alonzo, is coming here today to watch Adriano practice after school. And if you think Adriano?s cute, you should see Alonzo. He looks like the guys in Playgirl.? Orla smirked at the result of her short spiel, which was the group of about ten girls all but drooling.
?Yes, well, thank you for informing us. Perhaps we shall come and say hello.? Sherry nodded curtly and her and the others left, Kil approaching Orla once more.
?I didn?t know Adriano had a brother.?
?He doesn?t, I lied. And if Adriano did have a brother that looks as good as the guys in Playgirl, I wouldn?t be dating Adriano.? Orla smirked as they strolled off once more, heading upstairs, to the top floor.
?Did your mom ever find your magazine stash Orla??
?Nah, if she had found it I wouldn?t be standing here today.? The pair had a good laugh and then the bell rang.
Could all students please report to their first lessons at this time. Thank you. A reminder that all physics lessons are cancelled for today. That is all. Orla snorted at the loud speaker, but headed towards her first class, which happened to be her computer course, digital/graphic design to be exact. Thankfully it wasn?t programming, because she would be failing it even with Isa?s help. Kil had gone off to her own first class, which was mathematics, leaving Orla to deal with the creepy graphic design teacher on her own.
And creepy the man was. He was probably in his mid-thirties with bright red hair, probably an attribute of his Irish heritage, and the typical accent. He was short and most people called him ?Loopy the Leprechaun? because almost anybody could look down on him. No only that, but many people, seniors included, believe him to have been ?rehabilitated?. His name was Mr. Ruggles, and it was often made fun of. Whether the man knew about it or not, nobody knew, because even when students in his class quite obviously called him by something other than Professor or Mr. Ruggles, he didn?t do anything and either ignored them or answered.
Orla entered the classroom, which consisted of many long desks with computers on each with room to put bags or books beside each one. Orla sat down beside a fellow football player, grinning and exchanging a quick high five with the fellow, Albern was his name, Tony Albern. He was the quarter back for the team, and a smart fellow too, not that Orla had any interest in him that went past football and school. He was a big help in computer class.
?All right! All right! Get in your seats everybody!? Orla had to suppress a chuckle at Professor Ruggles. Despite his accent, his voice was rather high pitch and yet he still sounded like he was in a drunken craze. ?First we?ll review what we did yesterday and then move on to the next lesson! Now if you?ll please open your books to...? And so Orla?s day began. So far it wasn?t too bad. Sure, she was planning on beating the shit out of her own boyfriend and the cheerleading squad would be down at the field, but hey, it could be worse.
And worse it got! By lunchtime, Orla was just ready to go home and skip the rest of the day. After putting up with Mr. Ruggles, there came her physical education class. Naturally, this is one of her best and something she refused to pass up even though it had nothing to do with the career she wanted. They did the obstacle course today and Orla had to verse some scrawny little nerd-boy. No challenge! She told the teacher, Mr. Keats, that she?d like a challenge, but he said that she was to verse the nerd-boy. So she versed him. The kid couldn?t get through the tires, was barely able to go across the balance beam, and could barely pull himself one foot up the rope! Pitiful! At least her physics class was cancelled today. Orla decided to try and find Kil and see if she wanted to come to lunch. Maybe she?d go home to lunch today? Nah! She was a regular at the little diner a couple blocks down and wasn?t going to not show up. Besides, she practically had a double lunch hour! Physics was the class she had right after lunch, therefore she had a little over two hours to go out and have some lunch and such. But after hunting for Kil for about fifteen minutes, Orla gave up and went out to student parking. She unlocked her car and slid into the seat, starting the car up with a bit of a roar.
?Nice...? Orla slipped on her sunglasses and pulled out of the parking lot, cruising down the street with a grin on her features. It didn?t take long to reach the diner and she parked her car, hopped out, locked it, and went inside.
?Hey Orla.?
?Hiya Mick. The regular, of course.?
?All right Or, it?ll be out in a minute. You?re normal seat?s still open too.?
?Awesome Mick.? Orla grinned and took her normal seat in a corner, looking out the window for a moment, watching her car. Mick brought Orla her typical drink, a large chocolate milkshake, and soon after a triple-decker cheeseburger with fries showed up. ?You gunna sit down Mick? Or are ya busy??
?You know I?m never too busy to chat with ya Or.? Mick sat down across from Orla and started deftly folding a napkin. ?Anything new happening at the school Orla??
?Nah, you know nuttin? good ever happens there Mick!? Mick was another friend of Orla?s, but usually they only saw each other at lunchtimes. Mick was in her late twenties and had finished high school, but flunked, twice, out of college. Orla really did pity her, but sometimes it was just too much for some people.
?How Adriano?? At that, Orla snorted softly, swallowing her mouthful of cheeseburger.
?That bastard! He?s ignoring me today! Why? I don?t bloody well know!? Orla quieted as Mick raised a hand as well as placed a finger to her lips. ?I don?t know what?s up his ass today!? Her voice was a harsh whisper and she took another bite from her lunch before drinking from her milkshake.
?Maybe he?s just having a bad day? Or maybe he just needs some alone time??
?Or maybe those cheerleaders have finally got to him.? Orla snarled and her violet-blue eyes blazed.
?Will you just calm down?! You?re being hasty again Orla. That?s going to be your undoing one of these days.?
?Oh save me that old speech Mick.? Orla rolled her eyes and continued to eat her cheeseburger, eyes still narrowed and she was obviously royally pissed. Mick just sighed and shook her head softly.
?I better get back to work Orla, I?ll talk to you tomorrow.? Orla sighed softly and ran a hand through her dark chestnut hair, the fluorescent lighting in the diner catching her bright blonde streaks. Orla finished the rest of her lunch in silence, paid her bill, left a tip, and went back out to her car. She slid back into the seat of her Diablo and started her up and pulling back onto the street and went back cruising down the road. She checked the clock and it said she still had over an hour and a half before she had classes again. What should she do? With a sigh, she decided she?d sit in on an audition she remembered was happening. She always did love to watch and silently rank the wanna-be actors. And she did have ways of screwing them up without the cast directors noticing. She rolled lazily down the road and soon pulled into the parking lot of the theatre. She effortlessly closed the door and went inside. It was impossible to access the car without her remote. She entered the theatre silently, watching the actors with laughing eyes.
After the auditions were over, there was only another fifteen minutes until Orla?s next class, which was her automotive class, since her auto body class happened in the morning after computers. She grabbed her needed supplies and headed towards the automotive shop, backpack still on her back, weighed down with a few textbooks, scribblers, paper etc. She was first person into the classroom, but soon it was filling up and she was jostled forward to sit right in front of the teacher?s desk. The teacher, Mr. Schott, was a younger man, mid-twenties, with an attitude and tempter that gave even Orla a run for her money, and often her sanity. It seemed that this teacher enjoyed taunting her and bothering her. The fact that she was one of only three girls in the glass was one of his favourite things to point out.
?All right! Let?s get right down to business! A week ago I asked you all to draw me a picture of an engine. One inside view, and one outside view, coloured and labeled. Please hand this in to my inbox now.? Orla pulled her picture out of her duo-tang and took it up to the front, laying it in the inbox. ?Wonderful! Now, POP QUIZ!? Orla?s eyes widened and she groaned along with the rest of the class, seating herself once more and pulling a pen and a bottle of whiteout from her backpack. She watched as Mr. Schott wandered around the room, handing out a five-page booklet of questions. He called this is a quiz! This was almost an exam! She sighed and as he told them to start, she flipped the book over and started at the questions, answering them with surprising ease, because theory work was always rather difficult for her. She groaned softly and knew her professor was watching her from the back of the room, eyes piercing into the back of her neck. Stupid frickin? teacher was screwing her up! She snarled, but tried to ignore him, continuing with her ?quiz?.
For once, Orla was very glad when automotive was all over with for the day. She sighed and made her way towards the cafeteria, to grab a coffee. Sure, the school?s coffee was horrible, but she could use a cup. She didn?t care if she was late; they were just presenting projects today, long write-ups on authors of poetry. Orla had done a ten-page essay on Edgar Allan Poe and she had never been one to speak in front of a group of people, at least not when a teacher told her to do so. Truthfully, Orla loved to talk, and was often being told to just shut up by many people, though they didn?t phrase it as such, because then they would?ve wound up with a black eye, at the very least. She strolled into the cafeteria and bought a cup of coffee. It was only so horrible because it was so damn cheap. She sat down at a corner table, bag at her side and tossing her feet up onto the table as she leaned the chair back. She sipped the coffee; not bothering to gag on it like she had done when she had first drank it. She lazily drank the coffee; glancing at the clock and watching the minutes tick by. After taking next to forever to drink the mug of coffee, she left her mug on the table and left, heading towards English class at the slowest pace she possibly could.
She quite casually entered the English lesson room about half an hour late, interrupting a student?s presentation. The young man seemed irritated by the fact that his write-up on Carl Sandburg was interrupted. The professor, Mrs. Ingram, rose from her seat with her rather large, spectacled eyes glaring at Orla?s back as she made her way to her seat as though she wasn?t late at all.
?Explain, Ms. Maxwell!? Orla slowly turned around and looked at the teacher with a mild grin on her features.
?I needed a coffee, now if you?ll let me go to my seat...? Orla turned around again and started back towards her seat, stopping dead in her tracks as Professor Ingram continued.
?I did not say you could go to your seat young lady!? Orla stiffened slightly, since the term ?young lady? had never settled well with her. She was young, true, but as she was repeatedly told, she was no lady and proud of it. A woman she may be, but even Adriano stated many a time that she was no lady.
?Just shut up you cock-voiced old crone and let me go to my seat!? Orla lifted her voice to be heard without turning back around to look at the hook-nosed, squawking professor.
?Orla Cahira Maxwell! Detention!? Orla had taken another step towards her desk, but stiffened again as the teacher said her name. And not just Orla, nor Maxwell, but her full name. Her fists clenched and she dropped her backpack to the floor.
?You ain?t my mother. You ain?t got no fucking reason to be using my full name. You ain?t got no fucking reason!? She spun around and slammed her fist on the nearest desk, violet-blue eyes ablaze.
?Double detention missy!? Did this teacher not realize that Orla hated being called anything but Orla? Unless, of course, it is Adriano speaking to her, but that is a different story.
?Will you cut that the fuck out! It?s Orla! Orla Maxwell! Nothing more! No ?missy?, no ?miss?, just ORLA!? Orla slammed her fist on the desk again and she invisibly cringed as sharp pains pierced her hand, she had probably just bruised her hand up good.
?Triple detention! Now take your seat!? Orla snorted and glared at Ingram for a minute before skulking to her seat, scooping up her backpack as she retreated to the back of the room. She listened to the rest of the Carl Sandburg write-up and not long after was called up to speak on Edgar Allan Poe. She sighed before starting into the write-up.
As Orla made her way to the football field, she suddenly remembered she had triple detention thanks to the irritating old crone. She sighed softly and started heading back towards the school building, making her way with deft steps to the detention hall. She slammed the door open, disturbing the forced quiet, and then slammed it shut again, taking a seat at the back of the room. She tossed her backpack onto the desk, waved at a couple of the other regulars, and then pulled some homework out, starting to scribble out diagrams and answers. Stupid fucking teachers! They just like to screw up your life royally, and get paid to damn well do it!
After what felt like, and was, hours in detention hall, Orla was free to go. She made her way out to student parking and realized she was VERY late getting home. She cursed, knowing her mother would be royally pissed at her for being so late, let alone for getting triple detention. It was nearly 7:30, and Orla usually got home around 5:30-6:00, on a normal day. If she had football practice she may not see Isa or her mother until 8:00 or even 9:00. Crazy, sure, but she usually ends up going somewhere with Adriano or having a small party with one of the other football players. Maybe her mom would just figure she had had practice and not bother her about it. But knowing her mother, she was bound to worry. Orla sighed and hopped into her car, starting it up and cruising down the streets. It wasn?t until she heard the sirens and saw the flash of red and blue in her window that she realized she had greatly exceeded the speed limit. She pulled over with a groan and rolled down her window, watching the officer approach.
?Can I see your license ma?am?? Orla pulled her license from the front pouch of her backpack and showed it to the officer, who nodded slowly. ?Do you know why I pulled you over miss??
?Because I was speeding.?
?Yup. ?Fraid I?m going to have to give you a ticket.? Orla silently bashed herself around the car as she watched him write out the ticket and hand it to her. ?There you are miss, please heed the speed limit from now on.? The cop left her window and Orla quickly rolled it up, starting the car again and pulling off, making sure to keep well below the speed limit this time. By the time she finally got home, Orla was mad enough to kill. She grabbed her backpack and stepped heavily out of the car, closing the door sharply. She stomped up to the house and all but kicked the door down, not even cringing as it smacked into the wall behind it. She kicked her shoes off, ignoring them as they hit the wall and fell to the floor. She stormed into the kitchen, smacking the speeding ticket down onto the table before storming into the living room once more, eyes ablaze and it was obvious she was in no mood to be messed with. She had missed football practice, those flirty and nosy blonde cheerleaders had probably ogled Adriano the entire time, Adriano had ignored her, HER! His sweet little angelic-looking Orla! She had received a triple detention, Professor Schott was still out to kill her, and both Mick and Kil had ditched her! She snorted and dropped herself into a chair.
Isa was having the worst day ever. It had all started with her waking up late. Her alarm was busted and her mother had taken all the hot water. Then her hair refused to be tamed by her usualy french braid that came down to her ankles and her worse still she had no food to eat beacause her stupid poptart burned. Her keys were missing and took forever to find! The harley refused to start and she ended up getting to class right when the bell rang. Then she failed a science test. A SCIENCE test! Her best subject! How the hell did she fail that?! How?
Now she was in the lab working on her latest project, a time machine. It was made totally of lasers and optics. Everything was going fine. The lens were clean, the lasers perfect. Everything was ready for the test. She flipped the switch and set her violet eyes on the machine. It blew up in her face. Literally. Isa was blown back into the wall and knocked out.
When she woke up four hours later, she had a spliting head ache and she couldn?t feel her legs. Even worse she was blind. She screamed, but no one heard. The walls were sound proof to provide the room with privacy. Unfortunately it also didn?t allow the sound of the explosion out either. She really thought that someone would have felt the shock wave though!
Oneil was walking around looking for Isa when he felt a tremor. He immeadiately went to Isa?s lab. Unfortunately, it was in pieces, everything all over the floor. It would take him hours to even find Isa if she was in here. Finally after four hours of cleaning, he found her. She was screaming and didn?t seem to hear him. Her hearing must have been damaged in the explosion. He carefully lifted her out of the rumble and took her to the nurse.
He got glares from the nurse as he brought her in, but he placed her on the bed and sat on the floor next to her head, holding her hand and hoping she would wake up. She had fallen asleep during the walk to the nurse. She had asked who he was and he kept answering her, but she never heard him. With his free hand, he played with her hair, brushing it comfortingly away from her face and gently kissed her forehead. Finally the nurse came over and glared at him.
?What happened?? She asked, starting to check her over after realizing Oneil would not move.
?Her experiment blew up. I found her against the wall screaming under a massive pile of debrise. Her legs were under a cabinet and she never answered me nor has she been able to see me.? Oneil answered, brushing his hair out of his own face. ?The explosion was four hours ago. I just found her.?
?Well, her right leg is broken and her left ankle sprained. Her hearing should return, but her eyesight I have no clue about. She has a mild concussion, which could have caused the blindness. We?ll have to take her to the hospital.?
When Orla got home, Isa was with her mother in the kitchen, crying. Her hearing had returned, but not her eyesight. She might be blind for the rest of her life according to the doctors, but Oneil would never let that happen to her. He was there as well, holding her in his lap and comforting her with Hilde. If Relena hadn?t been at a conference on L2, she would have been there too.
?But if I can?t see, how am I sopposed to do my work?! Oneil can?t do it for me, I wouldn?t be able to see my math, and worse, I?d never be able to see the fruits of all my labor! I?d rather be dead then blind.?
?Isa, I could do your work for you. You know I can keep up with you and I do know more about tools then you do. Besides, lasers would be very interesting to messs with. Besides, if you were dead, how could I live? You?re my world and my best friend.? He never said I love you, but it was always in his voice.
?If you were dead, then all I?d have left is Orla. I love you both, but I don?t want to loose you. You are my baby. You are the one that could save us from this life, if you can get that time machine to work. Just keep trying. Do you know what was wrong with this one??
?I think the angle of either a laser or a miror was off. That?s the only thing that would make sense.?
?Well then you?ll just have to have Oneil help you fix that. Now if you?ll excuse me, I need to go find out why your sister is so late.? She took the speeding ticket off the table and went after her eldest daughter...
Past, Present, Future
By Mina and Charli
Orla hopped out of her car, a brand new, deep purple Lamborghini Diablo, and grabbed her backpack, tossing it over her shoulder deftly while sweeping her red-dyed bangs from her face. She strolled up the steps of the college that she attended with her sister and boyfriend. She waved at a few people she knew and shot a nasty gesture towards a teacher she walked past, smirking.
?Yo! Orla!? Orla spun around and saw a Goth-girl running towards her and she smiled, exchanging a high five with the girl.
?Well hiya Kil! Long time no see!?
?Yeah, they put me on suspension! I couldn?t come on the grounds for a week!?
?They?re such assholes, ain?t they?? The pair walked along the halls for a while, since they had a good half hour before classes actually started. Kilana, or Kil as she much preferred to be called, was a Goth, dark and true. She favored blacks and dark reds, wore fishnets, a pair of heavy army boots left half undone, leather gloves that were lacking the finger tips, shirts with rather inappropriate sayings or images, she often overdid the black makeup and her hair was black and cut quite short, often done in spikes with blood red tips. Strange as she was, Orla wouldn?t want anybody else as a best friend.
?Totally! Hey, you got a game next week, right??
?Yeah, why you wanna know??
?Cause, my boyfriend doesn?t believe that you?re on the team and I want to prove it to him.?
?Well you can tell the prick that I?m number 02 and play left wide receiver.?
?He won?t be able to deny the fact when he sees you tearing up the field.?
?No doubt about that Kil, no doubt about that.? The pair laughed as they walked on. Orla spotted her boyfriend and made a beeline for him, a huge smile on her face. ?Hey Adriano.? Orla was right next to him as she spoke and yet the man didn?t even glance at her, let alone give her his perfect toothy grin and loving hug as he usually did. ?Adriano?? She looked at him and grew wide-eyed as he just walked away.
?You okay Or?? Kil had approached her once Adriano had walked off and placed a hand on Orla?s shoulder.
?He...he...the bastard ignored me! I was right beside him, saying it right to his fucking face, and he ignored me! I?ll...I?ll kill him!? Orla tried to go after her boyfriend, but Kil held her back, pulling at Orla?s shirt collar.
?Just leave it Orla. You can beat the crap out of him at practice tonight, you can say you thought he was the tackle dummy.?
?That?s at least half true Kil.? Orla snorted and tugged at her shirt, tucking it in just a little bit more and doing up a button that had come undone when Kil had pulled at it, nearly revealing Orla?s bra. Orla was probably THE sloppiest dresser at school. Her pants were baggy and had come off the rack in a boy?s section, a button-down shirt of white was only half tucked into her pants and done up only enough to cover her chest, her stomach revealed quite clearly, she wore skater shoes and her hair of a deep chestnut, which hung down to her butt, was held in a loose ponytail, the blonde streaks showing clearly with her red-dyed bangs bright and clear. She and Kil were walking down the hall again and soon came across the dreaded cheerleaders.
?Oh God! Not them! The evil blondes! They keep trying to break up Adriano and I. They always say ?You can do better Adriano, way better.? It?s so fuckin? annoying!? Orla crunched a fist into the palm of her opposite hand and then grinned evilly as an idea struck. She walked over to the ?leader? of the ?pack? and smiled innocently enough.
?Hey Sherry.?
?Oh, hello Maxwell.?
?I just thought you?d want to know that Adriano?s older brother, Alonzo, is coming here today to watch Adriano practice after school. And if you think Adriano?s cute, you should see Alonzo. He looks like the guys in Playgirl.? Orla smirked at the result of her short spiel, which was the group of about ten girls all but drooling.
?Yes, well, thank you for informing us. Perhaps we shall come and say hello.? Sherry nodded curtly and her and the others left, Kil approaching Orla once more.
?I didn?t know Adriano had a brother.?
?He doesn?t, I lied. And if Adriano did have a brother that looks as good as the guys in Playgirl, I wouldn?t be dating Adriano.? Orla smirked as they strolled off once more, heading upstairs, to the top floor.
?Did your mom ever find your magazine stash Orla??
?Nah, if she had found it I wouldn?t be standing here today.? The pair had a good laugh and then the bell rang.
Could all students please report to their first lessons at this time. Thank you. A reminder that all physics lessons are cancelled for today. That is all. Orla snorted at the loud speaker, but headed towards her first class, which happened to be her computer course, digital/graphic design to be exact. Thankfully it wasn?t programming, because she would be failing it even with Isa?s help. Kil had gone off to her own first class, which was mathematics, leaving Orla to deal with the creepy graphic design teacher on her own.
And creepy the man was. He was probably in his mid-thirties with bright red hair, probably an attribute of his Irish heritage, and the typical accent. He was short and most people called him ?Loopy the Leprechaun? because almost anybody could look down on him. No only that, but many people, seniors included, believe him to have been ?rehabilitated?. His name was Mr. Ruggles, and it was often made fun of. Whether the man knew about it or not, nobody knew, because even when students in his class quite obviously called him by something other than Professor or Mr. Ruggles, he didn?t do anything and either ignored them or answered.
Orla entered the classroom, which consisted of many long desks with computers on each with room to put bags or books beside each one. Orla sat down beside a fellow football player, grinning and exchanging a quick high five with the fellow, Albern was his name, Tony Albern. He was the quarter back for the team, and a smart fellow too, not that Orla had any interest in him that went past football and school. He was a big help in computer class.
?All right! All right! Get in your seats everybody!? Orla had to suppress a chuckle at Professor Ruggles. Despite his accent, his voice was rather high pitch and yet he still sounded like he was in a drunken craze. ?First we?ll review what we did yesterday and then move on to the next lesson! Now if you?ll please open your books to...? And so Orla?s day began. So far it wasn?t too bad. Sure, she was planning on beating the shit out of her own boyfriend and the cheerleading squad would be down at the field, but hey, it could be worse.
And worse it got! By lunchtime, Orla was just ready to go home and skip the rest of the day. After putting up with Mr. Ruggles, there came her physical education class. Naturally, this is one of her best and something she refused to pass up even though it had nothing to do with the career she wanted. They did the obstacle course today and Orla had to verse some scrawny little nerd-boy. No challenge! She told the teacher, Mr. Keats, that she?d like a challenge, but he said that she was to verse the nerd-boy. So she versed him. The kid couldn?t get through the tires, was barely able to go across the balance beam, and could barely pull himself one foot up the rope! Pitiful! At least her physics class was cancelled today. Orla decided to try and find Kil and see if she wanted to come to lunch. Maybe she?d go home to lunch today? Nah! She was a regular at the little diner a couple blocks down and wasn?t going to not show up. Besides, she practically had a double lunch hour! Physics was the class she had right after lunch, therefore she had a little over two hours to go out and have some lunch and such. But after hunting for Kil for about fifteen minutes, Orla gave up and went out to student parking. She unlocked her car and slid into the seat, starting the car up with a bit of a roar.
?Nice...? Orla slipped on her sunglasses and pulled out of the parking lot, cruising down the street with a grin on her features. It didn?t take long to reach the diner and she parked her car, hopped out, locked it, and went inside.
?Hey Orla.?
?Hiya Mick. The regular, of course.?
?All right Or, it?ll be out in a minute. You?re normal seat?s still open too.?
?Awesome Mick.? Orla grinned and took her normal seat in a corner, looking out the window for a moment, watching her car. Mick brought Orla her typical drink, a large chocolate milkshake, and soon after a triple-decker cheeseburger with fries showed up. ?You gunna sit down Mick? Or are ya busy??
?You know I?m never too busy to chat with ya Or.? Mick sat down across from Orla and started deftly folding a napkin. ?Anything new happening at the school Orla??
?Nah, you know nuttin? good ever happens there Mick!? Mick was another friend of Orla?s, but usually they only saw each other at lunchtimes. Mick was in her late twenties and had finished high school, but flunked, twice, out of college. Orla really did pity her, but sometimes it was just too much for some people.
?How Adriano?? At that, Orla snorted softly, swallowing her mouthful of cheeseburger.
?That bastard! He?s ignoring me today! Why? I don?t bloody well know!? Orla quieted as Mick raised a hand as well as placed a finger to her lips. ?I don?t know what?s up his ass today!? Her voice was a harsh whisper and she took another bite from her lunch before drinking from her milkshake.
?Maybe he?s just having a bad day? Or maybe he just needs some alone time??
?Or maybe those cheerleaders have finally got to him.? Orla snarled and her violet-blue eyes blazed.
?Will you just calm down?! You?re being hasty again Orla. That?s going to be your undoing one of these days.?
?Oh save me that old speech Mick.? Orla rolled her eyes and continued to eat her cheeseburger, eyes still narrowed and she was obviously royally pissed. Mick just sighed and shook her head softly.
?I better get back to work Orla, I?ll talk to you tomorrow.? Orla sighed softly and ran a hand through her dark chestnut hair, the fluorescent lighting in the diner catching her bright blonde streaks. Orla finished the rest of her lunch in silence, paid her bill, left a tip, and went back out to her car. She slid back into the seat of her Diablo and started her up and pulling back onto the street and went back cruising down the road. She checked the clock and it said she still had over an hour and a half before she had classes again. What should she do? With a sigh, she decided she?d sit in on an audition she remembered was happening. She always did love to watch and silently rank the wanna-be actors. And she did have ways of screwing them up without the cast directors noticing. She rolled lazily down the road and soon pulled into the parking lot of the theatre. She effortlessly closed the door and went inside. It was impossible to access the car without her remote. She entered the theatre silently, watching the actors with laughing eyes.
After the auditions were over, there was only another fifteen minutes until Orla?s next class, which was her automotive class, since her auto body class happened in the morning after computers. She grabbed her needed supplies and headed towards the automotive shop, backpack still on her back, weighed down with a few textbooks, scribblers, paper etc. She was first person into the classroom, but soon it was filling up and she was jostled forward to sit right in front of the teacher?s desk. The teacher, Mr. Schott, was a younger man, mid-twenties, with an attitude and tempter that gave even Orla a run for her money, and often her sanity. It seemed that this teacher enjoyed taunting her and bothering her. The fact that she was one of only three girls in the glass was one of his favourite things to point out.
?All right! Let?s get right down to business! A week ago I asked you all to draw me a picture of an engine. One inside view, and one outside view, coloured and labeled. Please hand this in to my inbox now.? Orla pulled her picture out of her duo-tang and took it up to the front, laying it in the inbox. ?Wonderful! Now, POP QUIZ!? Orla?s eyes widened and she groaned along with the rest of the class, seating herself once more and pulling a pen and a bottle of whiteout from her backpack. She watched as Mr. Schott wandered around the room, handing out a five-page booklet of questions. He called this is a quiz! This was almost an exam! She sighed and as he told them to start, she flipped the book over and started at the questions, answering them with surprising ease, because theory work was always rather difficult for her. She groaned softly and knew her professor was watching her from the back of the room, eyes piercing into the back of her neck. Stupid frickin? teacher was screwing her up! She snarled, but tried to ignore him, continuing with her ?quiz?.
For once, Orla was very glad when automotive was all over with for the day. She sighed and made her way towards the cafeteria, to grab a coffee. Sure, the school?s coffee was horrible, but she could use a cup. She didn?t care if she was late; they were just presenting projects today, long write-ups on authors of poetry. Orla had done a ten-page essay on Edgar Allan Poe and she had never been one to speak in front of a group of people, at least not when a teacher told her to do so. Truthfully, Orla loved to talk, and was often being told to just shut up by many people, though they didn?t phrase it as such, because then they would?ve wound up with a black eye, at the very least. She strolled into the cafeteria and bought a cup of coffee. It was only so horrible because it was so damn cheap. She sat down at a corner table, bag at her side and tossing her feet up onto the table as she leaned the chair back. She sipped the coffee; not bothering to gag on it like she had done when she had first drank it. She lazily drank the coffee; glancing at the clock and watching the minutes tick by. After taking next to forever to drink the mug of coffee, she left her mug on the table and left, heading towards English class at the slowest pace she possibly could.
She quite casually entered the English lesson room about half an hour late, interrupting a student?s presentation. The young man seemed irritated by the fact that his write-up on Carl Sandburg was interrupted. The professor, Mrs. Ingram, rose from her seat with her rather large, spectacled eyes glaring at Orla?s back as she made her way to her seat as though she wasn?t late at all.
?Explain, Ms. Maxwell!? Orla slowly turned around and looked at the teacher with a mild grin on her features.
?I needed a coffee, now if you?ll let me go to my seat...? Orla turned around again and started back towards her seat, stopping dead in her tracks as Professor Ingram continued.
?I did not say you could go to your seat young lady!? Orla stiffened slightly, since the term ?young lady? had never settled well with her. She was young, true, but as she was repeatedly told, she was no lady and proud of it. A woman she may be, but even Adriano stated many a time that she was no lady.
?Just shut up you cock-voiced old crone and let me go to my seat!? Orla lifted her voice to be heard without turning back around to look at the hook-nosed, squawking professor.
?Orla Cahira Maxwell! Detention!? Orla had taken another step towards her desk, but stiffened again as the teacher said her name. And not just Orla, nor Maxwell, but her full name. Her fists clenched and she dropped her backpack to the floor.
?You ain?t my mother. You ain?t got no fucking reason to be using my full name. You ain?t got no fucking reason!? She spun around and slammed her fist on the nearest desk, violet-blue eyes ablaze.
?Double detention missy!? Did this teacher not realize that Orla hated being called anything but Orla? Unless, of course, it is Adriano speaking to her, but that is a different story.
?Will you cut that the fuck out! It?s Orla! Orla Maxwell! Nothing more! No ?missy?, no ?miss?, just ORLA!? Orla slammed her fist on the desk again and she invisibly cringed as sharp pains pierced her hand, she had probably just bruised her hand up good.
?Triple detention! Now take your seat!? Orla snorted and glared at Ingram for a minute before skulking to her seat, scooping up her backpack as she retreated to the back of the room. She listened to the rest of the Carl Sandburg write-up and not long after was called up to speak on Edgar Allan Poe. She sighed before starting into the write-up.
As Orla made her way to the football field, she suddenly remembered she had triple detention thanks to the irritating old crone. She sighed softly and started heading back towards the school building, making her way with deft steps to the detention hall. She slammed the door open, disturbing the forced quiet, and then slammed it shut again, taking a seat at the back of the room. She tossed her backpack onto the desk, waved at a couple of the other regulars, and then pulled some homework out, starting to scribble out diagrams and answers. Stupid fucking teachers! They just like to screw up your life royally, and get paid to damn well do it!
After what felt like, and was, hours in detention hall, Orla was free to go. She made her way out to student parking and realized she was VERY late getting home. She cursed, knowing her mother would be royally pissed at her for being so late, let alone for getting triple detention. It was nearly 7:30, and Orla usually got home around 5:30-6:00, on a normal day. If she had football practice she may not see Isa or her mother until 8:00 or even 9:00. Crazy, sure, but she usually ends up going somewhere with Adriano or having a small party with one of the other football players. Maybe her mom would just figure she had had practice and not bother her about it. But knowing her mother, she was bound to worry. Orla sighed and hopped into her car, starting it up and cruising down the streets. It wasn?t until she heard the sirens and saw the flash of red and blue in her window that she realized she had greatly exceeded the speed limit. She pulled over with a groan and rolled down her window, watching the officer approach.
?Can I see your license ma?am?? Orla pulled her license from the front pouch of her backpack and showed it to the officer, who nodded slowly. ?Do you know why I pulled you over miss??
?Because I was speeding.?
?Yup. ?Fraid I?m going to have to give you a ticket.? Orla silently bashed herself around the car as she watched him write out the ticket and hand it to her. ?There you are miss, please heed the speed limit from now on.? The cop left her window and Orla quickly rolled it up, starting the car again and pulling off, making sure to keep well below the speed limit this time. By the time she finally got home, Orla was mad enough to kill. She grabbed her backpack and stepped heavily out of the car, closing the door sharply. She stomped up to the house and all but kicked the door down, not even cringing as it smacked into the wall behind it. She kicked her shoes off, ignoring them as they hit the wall and fell to the floor. She stormed into the kitchen, smacking the speeding ticket down onto the table before storming into the living room once more, eyes ablaze and it was obvious she was in no mood to be messed with. She had missed football practice, those flirty and nosy blonde cheerleaders had probably ogled Adriano the entire time, Adriano had ignored her, HER! His sweet little angelic-looking Orla! She had received a triple detention, Professor Schott was still out to kill her, and both Mick and Kil had ditched her! She snorted and dropped herself into a chair.
Isa was having the worst day ever. It had all started with her waking up late. Her alarm was busted and her mother had taken all the hot water. Then her hair refused to be tamed by her usualy french braid that came down to her ankles and her worse still she had no food to eat beacause her stupid poptart burned. Her keys were missing and took forever to find! The harley refused to start and she ended up getting to class right when the bell rang. Then she failed a science test. A SCIENCE test! Her best subject! How the hell did she fail that?! How?
Now she was in the lab working on her latest project, a time machine. It was made totally of lasers and optics. Everything was going fine. The lens were clean, the lasers perfect. Everything was ready for the test. She flipped the switch and set her violet eyes on the machine. It blew up in her face. Literally. Isa was blown back into the wall and knocked out.
When she woke up four hours later, she had a spliting head ache and she couldn?t feel her legs. Even worse she was blind. She screamed, but no one heard. The walls were sound proof to provide the room with privacy. Unfortunately it also didn?t allow the sound of the explosion out either. She really thought that someone would have felt the shock wave though!
Oneil was walking around looking for Isa when he felt a tremor. He immeadiately went to Isa?s lab. Unfortunately, it was in pieces, everything all over the floor. It would take him hours to even find Isa if she was in here. Finally after four hours of cleaning, he found her. She was screaming and didn?t seem to hear him. Her hearing must have been damaged in the explosion. He carefully lifted her out of the rumble and took her to the nurse.
He got glares from the nurse as he brought her in, but he placed her on the bed and sat on the floor next to her head, holding her hand and hoping she would wake up. She had fallen asleep during the walk to the nurse. She had asked who he was and he kept answering her, but she never heard him. With his free hand, he played with her hair, brushing it comfortingly away from her face and gently kissed her forehead. Finally the nurse came over and glared at him.
?What happened?? She asked, starting to check her over after realizing Oneil would not move.
?Her experiment blew up. I found her against the wall screaming under a massive pile of debrise. Her legs were under a cabinet and she never answered me nor has she been able to see me.? Oneil answered, brushing his hair out of his own face. ?The explosion was four hours ago. I just found her.?
?Well, her right leg is broken and her left ankle sprained. Her hearing should return, but her eyesight I have no clue about. She has a mild concussion, which could have caused the blindness. We?ll have to take her to the hospital.?
When Orla got home, Isa was with her mother in the kitchen, crying. Her hearing had returned, but not her eyesight. She might be blind for the rest of her life according to the doctors, but Oneil would never let that happen to her. He was there as well, holding her in his lap and comforting her with Hilde. If Relena hadn?t been at a conference on L2, she would have been there too.
?But if I can?t see, how am I sopposed to do my work?! Oneil can?t do it for me, I wouldn?t be able to see my math, and worse, I?d never be able to see the fruits of all my labor! I?d rather be dead then blind.?
?Isa, I could do your work for you. You know I can keep up with you and I do know more about tools then you do. Besides, lasers would be very interesting to messs with. Besides, if you were dead, how could I live? You?re my world and my best friend.? He never said I love you, but it was always in his voice.
?If you were dead, then all I?d have left is Orla. I love you both, but I don?t want to loose you. You are my baby. You are the one that could save us from this life, if you can get that time machine to work. Just keep trying. Do you know what was wrong with this one??
?I think the angle of either a laser or a miror was off. That?s the only thing that would make sense.?
?Well then you?ll just have to have Oneil help you fix that. Now if you?ll excuse me, I need to go find out why your sister is so late.? She took the speeding ticket off the table and went after her eldest daughter...