Just Another Day... [Private]

[brennan]

Brennan let out a yawn, bored beyond his mind. He had mastered Trigonometry years ago, but still, he sat in this classroom, learning... well, nothing. He sat slumped over his desk as his teacher droned on about the Pythagorean Theorem in Japanese, which Brennan didn't understand, honestly, practically everyone he knew had already been familiar with the concept in, at the very latest, the seventh grade. Nevertheless, he could not afford to fall behind in his studies, so he scribbled down everything the boring old man in horn-rimmed glasses said, albeit sloppily. He sighed quietly but kept writing, looking around the class for something interesting, anything interesting. "Alright, class." The man wheezed in Japanese, "What's the answer to this question?"

He rapped a piece of chalk against a triangle on the chalkboard. Simple math. Just like always. Brennan raised his hand, as he always did, and as always, the teacher, Mr. Moriyama, did not pick on him. Instead, he pointed to a random student who wasn't paying attention, "You, what's the answer?" The girl looked up, startled. "Eh?" She muttered, "Uh, is the answer 13?"  He shook his head, "Idiot."  He muttered under his breath in Portuguese, to keep people from understanding him. Nevertheless, the entire class stared at him, and he waved awkwardly. Mr. Moriyama stated at Brennan, "Do you know the answer?" Mr. Moriyama asked coolly. Brennan shrugged, "It's 17, is it not?"  He could tell my Mr. Moriyama's irritated expression that he was correct. Brennan sighed once again, "This is easy." He muttered, "I'm going to the restroom." Mr. Moriyama was very cleared extremely irritated, but he didn't stop Brennan as he opened the door and walked towards the restroom. "This is so stupidly easy. He muttered to himself in English, "Why am I even here?"

[brennan]

Brennan opened the door to the restroom slowly, and did the same to one of the stalls, sitting on the lid of the toilet and crossing his legs. He pulled a sleek laptop from his satchel and opened it quickly. He pressed the mute button and sighed once again. He opened a web browser and began to do some research on Calculus, if his damned teacher wasn't gonna teach him, he was going to have to learn Calculus himself. He coughed and heard the door creep open. Shit! He thought to himself, Someone's here! He flipping  the laptop into tablet mode, putting it away, and stood up, flushing the toilet so as to give the impression that he had been using it. He opened the stall and washed his hands slowly, looking around to see who had entered the restroom. No one in particular, Brennan had flushed the toilet for no reason. He sighed once more and opened the door to the restroom, heading back to Mr. Moriyama's classroom. It was the last class of the day, thank God. Brennan wouldn't be able to put up with any more than that without feeling the urge to kill himself. He opened the door to the classroom and sat back down, no longer paying any attention, just waiting for the bell to ring. Eventually, it did, and Brennan sprang up immediately, dashing out of the school. Finally! He thought to himself, exasperated. As he dashed through the halls, his satchel began to glow a white color, something Brennan noticed immediately. So he stopped right in the middle of the hallway, fishing through the satchel to see what had created such a curious glow.

[brennan]

After fishing around for a few seconds, Brennan pulled out an orange and white... device thing? He wasn't quite sure what it was, or how he had gotten it, so he tossed it back into his bag and began to dash home. Well, it wasn't really home, it was just where he lived in Japan. It wasn't his real family. Jogging through Toyko, veering out of people's ways, Brennan eventually arrived home. "I'm home!" He yelled, looking around for someone. His hosts--well, they preferred to be called when he called them his family, weren't home. He shrugged to himself and headed to his room, throwing his black satchel onto his bed and flopping onto his desk chair. The white and orange device slid out of the satchel, but Brennan just ignored it and booted up his computer. He yawned, realizing he didn't really have anything to do, and grabbed the orange thingy once again.  "So what are you, little thing?" He asked the device, as if he expected it to respond. It didn't, of course. He held it up to his face and inspected it, it was white with some black accents and an orange grip. He fiddled around with the buttons a bit to no avail, and sighed, putting it down in front of it's computer, screen up, still holding onto it. Then, Brennan let out a cough, covering his mouth with his free arm. In the process, he accidentally brought up his other hand, putting the device in front of the computer screen. The screens on both began to glow, and suddenly Brennan was... sucked into the computer?

--The thread's location has changed to 'Nanosphere Forests' in 'The East'.--