Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-43957690-20191209020456/@comment-43957690-20200123004018

((Hi imma just switch to first person now like a total amateur and don’t you judge me because it’s WAY EASIER. Kay? Kay.))

Man, I should have had more coffee. That’s all that I can think about as I listen to my mentor drone on and on….

I’m still taking notes though… I guess it’s a little perk of being a Technopath. Even if I’m not listening, I can still process information. Beat that, Foss Boss. Actually, she probably could beat that.

I stifle a yawn with my hand, and go back to trying to keep my eyes open. I’m used to this by now, though, so I guess it’s not so bad. I’m almost always tired, almost always working nonstop what with Team Valiant and the Black Swan both hounding me continuously with new projects and gadgets and gizmos they want me to make...

I can’t remember the last time I had a full night’s sleep.

But yesterday I got a summoning from the council. Two sentences on a piece of parchment, handed to me by my dad like a report card. Slightly proud yet also concerned, because he’d already read it.

It said:

Meet at the Point of Purity Friday evening: we want to talk with you concerning your rank. Come alone.

-Councilor Noland

Okay. And also… are you planning to kidnap me?

Come alone.

Not suspicious at all. But honestly, I’m more worried that the other members of Team Valiant won’t be there. That would mean that this is another “project” that I’m not allowed to tell the others about… and we all know how those usually play out.

“Ehem.” Sir Conley is standing beside my desk, his face a wall of cold stone. “Class ended fifteen minutes ago, Mr. Dizznee. Is there anything you wanted to ask me?”

“Oh. No.” I say, sliding my notes and stuff off of the desk and into my book bag. “Just drifted off…”

“Well you may leave now.”

“Thanks.”

I get up and walk away, half asleep. It wasn’t until I was at my locker, switching my books from Elementalism to Technopathy that I heard Magnate Leto *cough* Mr Forkle *Cough*’s voice projected through the level five building.

“Dexter Dizznee, please report to my office.”

Ha. Hahahaha. Perfect.

((I will do more later))