Post by megatude on Jun 13, 2007 19:06:05 GMT -5
I know this one may seem a bit odd, but, here goes.
Prologue
What is your definition of time? For centuries man-kind has struggled with this concept. Trying to channel, harness, control such a complexity. Nobody views time the same way. One person might seem to never have enough of it, another could more than they can handle. A scientist named Julius Sanders filled his time with research and contained a desirable passion to out-wit time itself. Unfortunately, family, friends and colleagues, believed that his obsession had driven him to madness. After his beloved wife Layla passed away a few years back, the idea of going back and erasing the tragedy consumed his thoughts and energy. His only daughter was his most aggressive critic. She was so against his ideas that she never once brought his granddaughter to introduce him to her. She feared that her daughter's mind be corrupted by the delusions of a mad-man. The last time Julius had seen his daughter she'd let her feelings and frustrations be known. "Mom is gone!" She raged in choking sobs. "I sometimes wonder where you've gone dad." Since his family disowned him, he engulfed himself in his work. One night, deep in his lab, he had a remarkable breakthrough. He had created a machine that, he believed, would enable him to travel through the time stream. He punched buttons, pulled switches, and brought the invention to life. Small spectrum's of electricity pulsed through the power-probes. The room shook and a blinding light searched out every shadow. When the smoke and chaos cleared, the middled-aged man was no where to be found.....at least not in the 20th century. With such a vast amount of energy used, the time machine was in diss-repair.
Chapter 1
The clock tower, on Penn State University campus, struck the last chime at 9 a.m. Confused, Meg glanced at her wrist watch. Giving it a tap, she raised it to her ear. No good, no sign of life. Meg cursed under her breath. "Cheap thing!" She exclaimed, quickly gripping the shoulder straps of her backpack and jogging away. She dodged students and other obstacles in her way.
Meanwhile, in Professor Taylor's Physics class, Meg's roommate and best friend, Zebra, listened intently as the old gentleman rambled on about Thermodynamics. "And that....." He indicated the white board behind him. "Brings us to....." His lecture was suddenly interrupted by a late student stumbling through the door. Zebra smacked her head with the base of her hand. 'Again?!' She thought, shaking her head in annoyance. Looking slightly embarrassed by all the pairs of eyes turned to her, Meg smiled apologetically. "Sorry", she muttered, making her way to her seat, being careful not to meet the fiery gaze of Professor Taylor. She took her place next to Zebra and set her bag on the table. "You fell asleep at your computer again, didn't you?!" Zebra accused, whispering harshly. Meg shrugged, "Don't knock it", she teased. The professor cleared his throat, directing the attention back to him, and continued with the lesson. "As I was pointing out...The Electrical Theory...." Meg didn't really understand, or care to understand, the rest. Almost everything that he taught, Meg couldn't interpret. Like those old Charlie Brown cartoons, where the only thing you could hear the teacher say was; Blah, blah, bleh. Thankfully, it was only an hour long class. When he finally dismissed them, Meg couldn't help but sigh in relief. Walking side-by-side, Meg walked Zebra to her next scheduled class. "Don't you think that Thermodynamics is the most fascinating branch of Electrical Theory?" Zebra seemed to have forgiven her for her tardiness, if she was gushing this junk. "No", Meg dead-panned. "I don't know how you ever talked me into taking that class with you." Zebra stopped. "Well, maybe if you would show up for the entire class, you'd understand it and learn to enjoy it. And more importantly, get better marks." Meg shuffled on. "You never cease to amaze me my friend."
Passing by the on-campus eatery, the star quarter-back of the University's football team, Darren, spotted his target and moved in. He had a reputation for getting any gal he desired. What with his blonde highlights, broad shoulders, and killer smile, who could resist? This week; Megara, was next on his list. Turning the next corner, the girls were halted by Darren. His toned forearm blocking their progress. "Hello ladies", he greeted smoothly. "Looking lovely as always." They obliged him with a subtle nod in greeting. He turned his attention to Meg. "Say Meg, Brandon is hosting a big shin-dig at his place tonight." He leaned in closer. "Wanna skip it with me?" Meg sighed, she knew his reputation and had experience with sleazy guys that she'd rather not repeat. (especially out loud) "How can I put this without totally crushing your ego? Hmm.....go find a freeway exit!" She pushed past him, only to be halted once again by Darren's firm grip, encasing her wrist. "Don't be like that baby." Meg twisted her arm so that SHE was the one holding his wrist. She bent it around Darren's back, pinning his arm in a painful stretch. Meg clicked her tongue. It really was a shame how soon people forgot that she was a third degree black belt in Karate. "I'm sorry", she mocked. "Maybe I wasn't being clear enough for your jock brain to comprehend." She stretched his arm further up his shoulder blades until he groaned in painful discomfort. "I believe I turned your offer down. So, let's try it again.....NO! Now......I want you to say it." He kept tight lipped. "Say it, so I know you understand!" "No, OK! I get it, you said no." He said hastily. Meg slowly released him. "Have a nice day." She pushed Zebra ahead of her as they continued down the hall. "Did you have to be so rough?" Zebra stressed. "Sometimes, ya gotta be straight forward with people." Zebra rolled her eyes.
It seemed like Meg would never heal from the wounds that her previous boyfriend inflicted. Though....they were pretty deep wounds. It was during their freshman year, that Meg had truly felt she was in love. Maybe she was. But that wasn't the case for, Josh Grisham. They'd met at a soccer game. He'd seemed innocent enough, so she gave him her phone number when he'd requested it. After about a month, Meg couldn't stop talking about him. Zebra was growing rather tiresome of him and also a bit suspicious about his actions. When Meg wasn't around, Zebra often caught Josh becoming a bit too friendly with other girls. She was afraid to tell Meg, for one; because she knew Meg wouldn't' believe her, several other classmates had confronted her on that same subject. The other, Meg seemed so happy. Of course, she eventually found out on her own. She had come across him, kissing a High School gal, in his Ford Truck. Josh didn't try to defend himself. He felt he shouldn't have to. "We're not married or anything. It was bound to happen." After a messy fight, Meg flattened his tires. He, transfered his credits to another state. Zebra spent many sleepless nights, comforting and consoling Meg during her time of need. Now, in their sophomore year, Meg was still bitter toward the opposite set.
Meg left Zebra at her Chemistry class as she, herself, continued to her computer technology class. "I'll see ya in Ancient History." Meg waved as she passed, "later".
Chapter 2
Meg was tops when it came to computers. But don't ever call her a geek, cause she'll throw you flat on your back, begging for mercy. Just think of it as; calling an Amazon a lady. Not one to be messed with.
She could build, program, and hack into anything. Not that she would, mind you. Her fingers raced along the keyboard, almost 60 words per minute. She was designing a program that was suppost to upload information from any out-dated system, even when the data had been deleted and long forgotten. She was certain that she was a shu-in for the top spot in the job placement program. Move over Bill Gates! Megara's coming to town and she takes to prisoners. The Tech instructor, Mrs. Hardy, came to look over her work. She smiled upon seeing Meg's remarkable progress. "I do believe you'll go far Meg", she commented. "I sure hope so." When the class period was up, Meg saved and shut down the system. She grabbed her notes and proceeded to Ancient World History. Entering the room, Meg noticed that Zebra was already present, books and notes out ready to go. 'Figures', Meg thought. 'She was probably here before Dr. Shawn.' "I'm so excited!" Zebra announced to Meg. "We're going to be getting into Ancient Greece today!" Meg shrugged, "sounds invigorating." Not having strong feelings either way. Calling the class's attention, Dr. Shawn began the day's lecture. "Athens, the birthplace of democracy and politics. Birthplace of great minds such as; Aristotle and Plato. Truly a tremendous page in the world's history." Meg rested her head upon her hand. It got quite annoying when the instructor was so obsessed with their profession, that the subject they taught influenced their whole being. As usual, Zebra drank in all the information and facts like a dry sponge. Meg had no idea where she got all the energy. She slapped her own face, urging herself to stay alert and focused. Miraculously, she held up.
(End of chapter 2)
Chapter 3
When that days classes were complete, Zebra headed off to the campus library. She asked Meg if she cared to join her. Meg shook her index finger. "No can do my friend. I've got a Karate match in 15 minutes and I WILL be there." Zebra sighed. "Alright, I'll see ya at home." She continued down the paved walkway as Meg hopped onto her scooter and headed for the Martial Arts Dojo.
Upon arrival, Meg claimed her usual parking spot next to the Banzai Tree, and headed inside. She greeted her fellow warriors with the jerk of the head. A lean, muscular male leaned against the far wall, eying Meg malevolently. Ignoring him, she made her way to the womens changing rooms. She changed into her uniform and tied her black belt about her waist in the traditional knot. Also, to keep it in check, she tied her hair in a tight pony-tail. The young man waiting outside, who was named Ray, just happened to be her next opponent and winked at her as she passed. Meg gave no reply. She knew the tactics, he was trying to psyche her out, get her angry. She would never give any male such satisfaction, but she would give him an appropriate beating. The referee stepped onto the mat and beckoned them to face each other. They bowed in a respectful fashion; straight arms and bending at the waist. The ref called out the rules and the penalties for breaking those rules. "3 blows wins the match", he reminded them. He then raised his arm and brought it down abruptly, signaling the start of the match.
They got into their defensive stance and held up their fists. They circled around each other, looking for an opening to attack. Meg's opponent made the first move and struck out at her, trying to flick her nose with the base of his wrist. Meg gracefully leaned away, avoiding his attempt. She soon learned that it was just a rouse. He twisted out of his punch and kicked her in the ribs. Meg fell back on her rump. "Point!", called the ref. She couldn't believe it, he'd scored against her! He winked again, and flashed a sly grin. Meg scowled and picked herself up. Ray's next move was swift and unpredictable. He performed a jump-kick and flicked her jaw. Meg stumbled back and shook off the disorientation. "Point, 0-2." Meg took a moment to calm herself, she couldn't loose her self control, she had to stay focused. She returned to the mat and thought up a different strategy, feigning weakness. Make him think that she couldn't take any more punishment. She held her ribs, flinching. It worked, Ray's confidence grew and prepared for the final blow. He went to sweep her feet beneath her. Meg saw it coming and jumped out of his reach. Adding to the effect, she kicked out, striking him in the cheek with the ball of her foot. "Point, 1-2." Ray massaged his cheek, what had just happened? This GIRL had scored against HIM?! But he would not let go of his victory so easily. In anger, he punched wildly, not caring where it would land. She caught his wrist and threw him down into the gravity of his own swing. "Point, 2-2." She had caught up. That was it, no more fooling around. Focusing his strength, he swung his fist toward her mid-section. Meg side-stepped and gave him a round-house to the jaw. Ray fell backward, defeated. "Point! Match goes to Meg!" Announced the ref. Out of good sportsmanship, Meg offered her hand to help him to his feet. Ray turned the offer down and got up on his own strength. "You're so lucky I went easy on you", he said smugly. Meg returned the comment, "Likewise". She shook her head, pitying the poor sap.
Meg decided that she'd stay a bit longer to practice and train, she was getting quite good with the Katana.
Outside, the sky was turning a golden-pink as the sun was dropping from view. Realizing how late it was, Meg figured she'd better rap things up and get back to the apartment. She changed and stuffed her uniform into her bag. By the time she got to the parking lot, the moon had taken it's place in the heavens. The street lights flickered. Meg strapped her belongings to her scooter, swung a leg over the padded seat, and prepared to take off. She kicked the starter and the machine roared to life. Meg smiled to herself, she absolutely loved the feeling she got whenever she controlled that vehicle. She flipped on the headlights and was a bit startled when the powerful beam revealed the dark silhouette of an unwelcome sore-looser. Ray approached and placed his hands on the handle bars, preventing Meg from escape. Groaning, Meg cut the engine, annoyed by the delay. "Did you really think that you would walk away victorious?" Meg was certain that she felt a headache coming on. She massaged her temples. "Well, technically, I'm not walking away", she clarified. "Shut up!" He snapped. "I wanna re-match. Think you're up to it?" Meg shrugged. "OK. If you insist." She kicked the starter hard and threw the machine into reverse, backing up several yards. Ray chuckled. "What, am I too much for ya? Are you scared of me now?" Meg revved the engine, gaining momentum. "Nope. Just making room." She pushed off the ground and sped toward him. Ray didn't flinch. He was gonna show Meg true fighting skills. He spread his legs, preparing to throw her off when she got close enough. Meg slammed the brakes, stopping just before him. Her front tire pinched beneath his crotch. Guys could be so thick, he'd left himself wide open. Ray looked down at his position and leaned over the handlebars for support, waiting for the pain to subside. Meg leaned in close, almost nose-to-nose and whispered; "I win!" He fell to his knees in agony. "Sorry o'l boy", she apologized sincerely. "But, you did ask for it." She placed a helmet over her head and gave him a thumbs up. She then took off down the road. Her long, Auburn hair trailing behind. After recovering a bit, Ray staggered to his feet. His middle still a little tender. "I truly envy the poor sap that conquers that wild heart", he mumbled to himself as he watched her drive away.
End of Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Meg pulled into the underground parking garage of the humble, run-down, apartment complex. Stone Gardens was about three blocks off of campus. Convenient, but also cheap. Which was all that the two college students could afford on a government's fund. To the best of their knowledge, neither had any known 'living' relatives. Out of sheer coincidence, their parents died together during a fatal plane crash. When the girls were about fourteen, their parents booked a trip to Europe for an anniversary get-away, leaving them behind with various babysitters. Risking flight in a thunder storm, the airline was struck out of the sky. Though the bodies could not be recovered, funeral services still proceeded. It was there, in the depth of sorrow and remorse, where the two gals met. Their parent's services, as it was, happened to be held at the same mortuary house. Though their differences were apparent from the start, they found comfort in each other. Unfortunately, being minors and orphans, they were placed in various foster homes. But, luckily, they were able to stay within forty miles of each other, meaning frequent visits. After graduating from High School, they registered at PSU and became inseparable.
Meg whistled a tune as she climbed the stairwell to room 62, two floors up. She plugged her room key into the lock, turned, and was granted access. "I'm home!" She announced and threw her bag on the couch. Zebra emerged from her room, a pen behind her ear. She'd obviously been submerged in her textbooks. "So, how did it go?" Meg went to the fridge and grabbed a water bottle. "Need you ask?" She replied between gulps. "I admit, he gave me some grief, but I came through in the end." Folding her arms, Zebra gave Meg a disappointed glance. "Meg, you're not the only occupant here", she indicated, pointing at her mis-placed bag. "Alright, alright. I'll take care of it." She put her sweaty clothes into the wash as Zebra made dinner. She prepared chicken Enchiladas. "How went studying in the library?" Meg asked, taking a bite. "OK, I guess. I really didn't find anything that was beneficial." After clearing the dishes and getting their turn in the shower, they set for bed. They each had a room to themselves, with their own twin bed. After saying goodnight they retreated to their rooms at doused the lights.
End of chapter 4
Chapter 5
Wednesdays were usually pretty laid back. Neither had any scheduled classes. This time during the week was reserved for; grocery shopping and housework. A supermarket was conveniently located across the street. What better place to re-stock empty cupboards? Meg hated grocery shopping with a passion. She'd tried every excuse to wiggle out of it. But the guilt of having Zebra carry all those bags to the apartment by herself, always got her in the end. Stalking up and down the ailes, Meg continued to sulk. But, Zebra assured that this was just a short trip. When finished, they headed toward the front of the store to check out. Meg spotted Darren, scanning items for the customer ahead of them. How convenient that he would a part-time job here, and have a shift at this particular time of day. Meg nearly bolted, but Zebra pulled her back. "This is the shortest line", she stressed. "We can endure two minutes of his presence, can't we?" When she said 'we', she meant Meg not kicking his butt, more than anything. Meg took this as a challenge. With her head held high, she helped place their items on the conveyor belt. Acknowledging their presence, Darren grinned wickedly. "How are you today", he said more out of habit than being personal. "Fine. Thanks", Zebra replied. "You missed a killer party the other night." Meg avoided his gaze. "Funny. I thought you were gonna skip it", Meg pointed out his contradiction. He frowned. "$28.32", he announced their total. Zebra handed him the correct amount. He gave them their receipt and proceeded to ring-out the next customer, without the traditional; 'Have a good day!' Obviously, he was still pretty sore about Meg turning him down, on both counts. Meg spotted a suggestion box that read; 'Questions? Comments? Please let us know how we can make your shopping experience more pleasant'. Meg believed she had a few to contribute. 'How about a pay-cut for your star employee? Or, better yet, termination?' She grinned at the possibilities, the customer was always right, after all. Zebra noticed her scheming grin. "What're you thinking?" "Nothing", she assured, leading the way out through the automatic doors. "Nothing at all."
When the days chores were complete, both were too tired to fix supper. "Let's eat out tonight", suggested Zebra. They boarded Meg's scooter and headed for, Domingo's Pizza Parlor. They ordered a medium, pepperoni pizza for the both of them to share. "This is a welcome change." Zebra nodded. "This was definitely needed." Meg began a conversation about a letter they had received earlier, concerning their student loans. "So, now the bank's gonna raise our interest rate to 10%." Zebra was, of course, shocked and upset. "You're joshing me." She immediately realized her mistake and covered her mouth with her hands, but it was too late. Meg's face was flush with hurt and embarrassment. Zebra removed her hands and sighed. "Ya know Meg, you really need to get over him and move on. I mean, he was scum and it was over a year ago." Meg slammed her fists on the table. "I AM over him! Just because I basically despise the entire male population, and have turned down every opportunity to date since, doesn't mean I'm not." She picked up the check for the pizza. An obvious sign that the conversation was closed and it was time to go.
Not much was said during the drive home. Partially because it was a bit difficult to carry on a conversation over the roar of the engine, but only a small part. Meg was still fuming. This was apparent by the way she handled the rough road and caught some air on the bumps. All Zebra could do was grip tightly to Meg's shoulders. Thankfully, the trip was only a ten minute drive. And the way Meg was driving, they made it in six. After unlocking the door, Meg opened it with a shove. With that force, it bounced off the wall. Zebra caught the doorknob to steady it. She watched Meg, in a volley of steam, march into the bathroom and slam the door. Zebra flinched slightly at the sound. The sound of running water took over the uncomfortable silence. Meg's solution to a dose of temper was a cold shower. Zebra plopped herself onto the sofa. Of course, she'd be the first to apologize. It got the arguments over quicker.
Meg braced herself against the shower wall, taking slow, easy breaths, letting the cool water run off her body. Why did Zebra have to bring up such things? She knew how much it upset her. She was there when the disaster struck. But, she could hardly blame her. She hadn't yet experienced a true relationship. Then again, neither had Meg. It really wasn't worth the argument.
Meg rapped a towel around her wet head and stepped into the living room. She found Zebra lounging on the couch, watching, of all things, the nine o'clock news. Seeing Meg approach, she punched the off button. After a few minutes of unnerving silence, they both blurted; "I'm sorry". They chucked. "I really am sorry Meg. It's not my place to butt into your relationships." Meg shook her head. "No, I'm the one who should be sorry. But, I would deeply appreciate it if you would let me handle this in my own way. I'm better off without a man anyway." Zebra nodded. "I may not agree with how you're coping with this, but I'm not going to push you." They embraced with no hard feelings.
End of chapter 5
Prologue
What is your definition of time? For centuries man-kind has struggled with this concept. Trying to channel, harness, control such a complexity. Nobody views time the same way. One person might seem to never have enough of it, another could more than they can handle. A scientist named Julius Sanders filled his time with research and contained a desirable passion to out-wit time itself. Unfortunately, family, friends and colleagues, believed that his obsession had driven him to madness. After his beloved wife Layla passed away a few years back, the idea of going back and erasing the tragedy consumed his thoughts and energy. His only daughter was his most aggressive critic. She was so against his ideas that she never once brought his granddaughter to introduce him to her. She feared that her daughter's mind be corrupted by the delusions of a mad-man. The last time Julius had seen his daughter she'd let her feelings and frustrations be known. "Mom is gone!" She raged in choking sobs. "I sometimes wonder where you've gone dad." Since his family disowned him, he engulfed himself in his work. One night, deep in his lab, he had a remarkable breakthrough. He had created a machine that, he believed, would enable him to travel through the time stream. He punched buttons, pulled switches, and brought the invention to life. Small spectrum's of electricity pulsed through the power-probes. The room shook and a blinding light searched out every shadow. When the smoke and chaos cleared, the middled-aged man was no where to be found.....at least not in the 20th century. With such a vast amount of energy used, the time machine was in diss-repair.
Chapter 1
The clock tower, on Penn State University campus, struck the last chime at 9 a.m. Confused, Meg glanced at her wrist watch. Giving it a tap, she raised it to her ear. No good, no sign of life. Meg cursed under her breath. "Cheap thing!" She exclaimed, quickly gripping the shoulder straps of her backpack and jogging away. She dodged students and other obstacles in her way.
Meanwhile, in Professor Taylor's Physics class, Meg's roommate and best friend, Zebra, listened intently as the old gentleman rambled on about Thermodynamics. "And that....." He indicated the white board behind him. "Brings us to....." His lecture was suddenly interrupted by a late student stumbling through the door. Zebra smacked her head with the base of her hand. 'Again?!' She thought, shaking her head in annoyance. Looking slightly embarrassed by all the pairs of eyes turned to her, Meg smiled apologetically. "Sorry", she muttered, making her way to her seat, being careful not to meet the fiery gaze of Professor Taylor. She took her place next to Zebra and set her bag on the table. "You fell asleep at your computer again, didn't you?!" Zebra accused, whispering harshly. Meg shrugged, "Don't knock it", she teased. The professor cleared his throat, directing the attention back to him, and continued with the lesson. "As I was pointing out...The Electrical Theory...." Meg didn't really understand, or care to understand, the rest. Almost everything that he taught, Meg couldn't interpret. Like those old Charlie Brown cartoons, where the only thing you could hear the teacher say was; Blah, blah, bleh. Thankfully, it was only an hour long class. When he finally dismissed them, Meg couldn't help but sigh in relief. Walking side-by-side, Meg walked Zebra to her next scheduled class. "Don't you think that Thermodynamics is the most fascinating branch of Electrical Theory?" Zebra seemed to have forgiven her for her tardiness, if she was gushing this junk. "No", Meg dead-panned. "I don't know how you ever talked me into taking that class with you." Zebra stopped. "Well, maybe if you would show up for the entire class, you'd understand it and learn to enjoy it. And more importantly, get better marks." Meg shuffled on. "You never cease to amaze me my friend."
Passing by the on-campus eatery, the star quarter-back of the University's football team, Darren, spotted his target and moved in. He had a reputation for getting any gal he desired. What with his blonde highlights, broad shoulders, and killer smile, who could resist? This week; Megara, was next on his list. Turning the next corner, the girls were halted by Darren. His toned forearm blocking their progress. "Hello ladies", he greeted smoothly. "Looking lovely as always." They obliged him with a subtle nod in greeting. He turned his attention to Meg. "Say Meg, Brandon is hosting a big shin-dig at his place tonight." He leaned in closer. "Wanna skip it with me?" Meg sighed, she knew his reputation and had experience with sleazy guys that she'd rather not repeat. (especially out loud) "How can I put this without totally crushing your ego? Hmm.....go find a freeway exit!" She pushed past him, only to be halted once again by Darren's firm grip, encasing her wrist. "Don't be like that baby." Meg twisted her arm so that SHE was the one holding his wrist. She bent it around Darren's back, pinning his arm in a painful stretch. Meg clicked her tongue. It really was a shame how soon people forgot that she was a third degree black belt in Karate. "I'm sorry", she mocked. "Maybe I wasn't being clear enough for your jock brain to comprehend." She stretched his arm further up his shoulder blades until he groaned in painful discomfort. "I believe I turned your offer down. So, let's try it again.....NO! Now......I want you to say it." He kept tight lipped. "Say it, so I know you understand!" "No, OK! I get it, you said no." He said hastily. Meg slowly released him. "Have a nice day." She pushed Zebra ahead of her as they continued down the hall. "Did you have to be so rough?" Zebra stressed. "Sometimes, ya gotta be straight forward with people." Zebra rolled her eyes.
It seemed like Meg would never heal from the wounds that her previous boyfriend inflicted. Though....they were pretty deep wounds. It was during their freshman year, that Meg had truly felt she was in love. Maybe she was. But that wasn't the case for, Josh Grisham. They'd met at a soccer game. He'd seemed innocent enough, so she gave him her phone number when he'd requested it. After about a month, Meg couldn't stop talking about him. Zebra was growing rather tiresome of him and also a bit suspicious about his actions. When Meg wasn't around, Zebra often caught Josh becoming a bit too friendly with other girls. She was afraid to tell Meg, for one; because she knew Meg wouldn't' believe her, several other classmates had confronted her on that same subject. The other, Meg seemed so happy. Of course, she eventually found out on her own. She had come across him, kissing a High School gal, in his Ford Truck. Josh didn't try to defend himself. He felt he shouldn't have to. "We're not married or anything. It was bound to happen." After a messy fight, Meg flattened his tires. He, transfered his credits to another state. Zebra spent many sleepless nights, comforting and consoling Meg during her time of need. Now, in their sophomore year, Meg was still bitter toward the opposite set.
Meg left Zebra at her Chemistry class as she, herself, continued to her computer technology class. "I'll see ya in Ancient History." Meg waved as she passed, "later".
Chapter 2
Meg was tops when it came to computers. But don't ever call her a geek, cause she'll throw you flat on your back, begging for mercy. Just think of it as; calling an Amazon a lady. Not one to be messed with.
She could build, program, and hack into anything. Not that she would, mind you. Her fingers raced along the keyboard, almost 60 words per minute. She was designing a program that was suppost to upload information from any out-dated system, even when the data had been deleted and long forgotten. She was certain that she was a shu-in for the top spot in the job placement program. Move over Bill Gates! Megara's coming to town and she takes to prisoners. The Tech instructor, Mrs. Hardy, came to look over her work. She smiled upon seeing Meg's remarkable progress. "I do believe you'll go far Meg", she commented. "I sure hope so." When the class period was up, Meg saved and shut down the system. She grabbed her notes and proceeded to Ancient World History. Entering the room, Meg noticed that Zebra was already present, books and notes out ready to go. 'Figures', Meg thought. 'She was probably here before Dr. Shawn.' "I'm so excited!" Zebra announced to Meg. "We're going to be getting into Ancient Greece today!" Meg shrugged, "sounds invigorating." Not having strong feelings either way. Calling the class's attention, Dr. Shawn began the day's lecture. "Athens, the birthplace of democracy and politics. Birthplace of great minds such as; Aristotle and Plato. Truly a tremendous page in the world's history." Meg rested her head upon her hand. It got quite annoying when the instructor was so obsessed with their profession, that the subject they taught influenced their whole being. As usual, Zebra drank in all the information and facts like a dry sponge. Meg had no idea where she got all the energy. She slapped her own face, urging herself to stay alert and focused. Miraculously, she held up.
(End of chapter 2)
Chapter 3
When that days classes were complete, Zebra headed off to the campus library. She asked Meg if she cared to join her. Meg shook her index finger. "No can do my friend. I've got a Karate match in 15 minutes and I WILL be there." Zebra sighed. "Alright, I'll see ya at home." She continued down the paved walkway as Meg hopped onto her scooter and headed for the Martial Arts Dojo.
Upon arrival, Meg claimed her usual parking spot next to the Banzai Tree, and headed inside. She greeted her fellow warriors with the jerk of the head. A lean, muscular male leaned against the far wall, eying Meg malevolently. Ignoring him, she made her way to the womens changing rooms. She changed into her uniform and tied her black belt about her waist in the traditional knot. Also, to keep it in check, she tied her hair in a tight pony-tail. The young man waiting outside, who was named Ray, just happened to be her next opponent and winked at her as she passed. Meg gave no reply. She knew the tactics, he was trying to psyche her out, get her angry. She would never give any male such satisfaction, but she would give him an appropriate beating. The referee stepped onto the mat and beckoned them to face each other. They bowed in a respectful fashion; straight arms and bending at the waist. The ref called out the rules and the penalties for breaking those rules. "3 blows wins the match", he reminded them. He then raised his arm and brought it down abruptly, signaling the start of the match.
They got into their defensive stance and held up their fists. They circled around each other, looking for an opening to attack. Meg's opponent made the first move and struck out at her, trying to flick her nose with the base of his wrist. Meg gracefully leaned away, avoiding his attempt. She soon learned that it was just a rouse. He twisted out of his punch and kicked her in the ribs. Meg fell back on her rump. "Point!", called the ref. She couldn't believe it, he'd scored against her! He winked again, and flashed a sly grin. Meg scowled and picked herself up. Ray's next move was swift and unpredictable. He performed a jump-kick and flicked her jaw. Meg stumbled back and shook off the disorientation. "Point, 0-2." Meg took a moment to calm herself, she couldn't loose her self control, she had to stay focused. She returned to the mat and thought up a different strategy, feigning weakness. Make him think that she couldn't take any more punishment. She held her ribs, flinching. It worked, Ray's confidence grew and prepared for the final blow. He went to sweep her feet beneath her. Meg saw it coming and jumped out of his reach. Adding to the effect, she kicked out, striking him in the cheek with the ball of her foot. "Point, 1-2." Ray massaged his cheek, what had just happened? This GIRL had scored against HIM?! But he would not let go of his victory so easily. In anger, he punched wildly, not caring where it would land. She caught his wrist and threw him down into the gravity of his own swing. "Point, 2-2." She had caught up. That was it, no more fooling around. Focusing his strength, he swung his fist toward her mid-section. Meg side-stepped and gave him a round-house to the jaw. Ray fell backward, defeated. "Point! Match goes to Meg!" Announced the ref. Out of good sportsmanship, Meg offered her hand to help him to his feet. Ray turned the offer down and got up on his own strength. "You're so lucky I went easy on you", he said smugly. Meg returned the comment, "Likewise". She shook her head, pitying the poor sap.
Meg decided that she'd stay a bit longer to practice and train, she was getting quite good with the Katana.
Outside, the sky was turning a golden-pink as the sun was dropping from view. Realizing how late it was, Meg figured she'd better rap things up and get back to the apartment. She changed and stuffed her uniform into her bag. By the time she got to the parking lot, the moon had taken it's place in the heavens. The street lights flickered. Meg strapped her belongings to her scooter, swung a leg over the padded seat, and prepared to take off. She kicked the starter and the machine roared to life. Meg smiled to herself, she absolutely loved the feeling she got whenever she controlled that vehicle. She flipped on the headlights and was a bit startled when the powerful beam revealed the dark silhouette of an unwelcome sore-looser. Ray approached and placed his hands on the handle bars, preventing Meg from escape. Groaning, Meg cut the engine, annoyed by the delay. "Did you really think that you would walk away victorious?" Meg was certain that she felt a headache coming on. She massaged her temples. "Well, technically, I'm not walking away", she clarified. "Shut up!" He snapped. "I wanna re-match. Think you're up to it?" Meg shrugged. "OK. If you insist." She kicked the starter hard and threw the machine into reverse, backing up several yards. Ray chuckled. "What, am I too much for ya? Are you scared of me now?" Meg revved the engine, gaining momentum. "Nope. Just making room." She pushed off the ground and sped toward him. Ray didn't flinch. He was gonna show Meg true fighting skills. He spread his legs, preparing to throw her off when she got close enough. Meg slammed the brakes, stopping just before him. Her front tire pinched beneath his crotch. Guys could be so thick, he'd left himself wide open. Ray looked down at his position and leaned over the handlebars for support, waiting for the pain to subside. Meg leaned in close, almost nose-to-nose and whispered; "I win!" He fell to his knees in agony. "Sorry o'l boy", she apologized sincerely. "But, you did ask for it." She placed a helmet over her head and gave him a thumbs up. She then took off down the road. Her long, Auburn hair trailing behind. After recovering a bit, Ray staggered to his feet. His middle still a little tender. "I truly envy the poor sap that conquers that wild heart", he mumbled to himself as he watched her drive away.
End of Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Meg pulled into the underground parking garage of the humble, run-down, apartment complex. Stone Gardens was about three blocks off of campus. Convenient, but also cheap. Which was all that the two college students could afford on a government's fund. To the best of their knowledge, neither had any known 'living' relatives. Out of sheer coincidence, their parents died together during a fatal plane crash. When the girls were about fourteen, their parents booked a trip to Europe for an anniversary get-away, leaving them behind with various babysitters. Risking flight in a thunder storm, the airline was struck out of the sky. Though the bodies could not be recovered, funeral services still proceeded. It was there, in the depth of sorrow and remorse, where the two gals met. Their parent's services, as it was, happened to be held at the same mortuary house. Though their differences were apparent from the start, they found comfort in each other. Unfortunately, being minors and orphans, they were placed in various foster homes. But, luckily, they were able to stay within forty miles of each other, meaning frequent visits. After graduating from High School, they registered at PSU and became inseparable.
Meg whistled a tune as she climbed the stairwell to room 62, two floors up. She plugged her room key into the lock, turned, and was granted access. "I'm home!" She announced and threw her bag on the couch. Zebra emerged from her room, a pen behind her ear. She'd obviously been submerged in her textbooks. "So, how did it go?" Meg went to the fridge and grabbed a water bottle. "Need you ask?" She replied between gulps. "I admit, he gave me some grief, but I came through in the end." Folding her arms, Zebra gave Meg a disappointed glance. "Meg, you're not the only occupant here", she indicated, pointing at her mis-placed bag. "Alright, alright. I'll take care of it." She put her sweaty clothes into the wash as Zebra made dinner. She prepared chicken Enchiladas. "How went studying in the library?" Meg asked, taking a bite. "OK, I guess. I really didn't find anything that was beneficial." After clearing the dishes and getting their turn in the shower, they set for bed. They each had a room to themselves, with their own twin bed. After saying goodnight they retreated to their rooms at doused the lights.
End of chapter 4
Chapter 5
Wednesdays were usually pretty laid back. Neither had any scheduled classes. This time during the week was reserved for; grocery shopping and housework. A supermarket was conveniently located across the street. What better place to re-stock empty cupboards? Meg hated grocery shopping with a passion. She'd tried every excuse to wiggle out of it. But the guilt of having Zebra carry all those bags to the apartment by herself, always got her in the end. Stalking up and down the ailes, Meg continued to sulk. But, Zebra assured that this was just a short trip. When finished, they headed toward the front of the store to check out. Meg spotted Darren, scanning items for the customer ahead of them. How convenient that he would a part-time job here, and have a shift at this particular time of day. Meg nearly bolted, but Zebra pulled her back. "This is the shortest line", she stressed. "We can endure two minutes of his presence, can't we?" When she said 'we', she meant Meg not kicking his butt, more than anything. Meg took this as a challenge. With her head held high, she helped place their items on the conveyor belt. Acknowledging their presence, Darren grinned wickedly. "How are you today", he said more out of habit than being personal. "Fine. Thanks", Zebra replied. "You missed a killer party the other night." Meg avoided his gaze. "Funny. I thought you were gonna skip it", Meg pointed out his contradiction. He frowned. "$28.32", he announced their total. Zebra handed him the correct amount. He gave them their receipt and proceeded to ring-out the next customer, without the traditional; 'Have a good day!' Obviously, he was still pretty sore about Meg turning him down, on both counts. Meg spotted a suggestion box that read; 'Questions? Comments? Please let us know how we can make your shopping experience more pleasant'. Meg believed she had a few to contribute. 'How about a pay-cut for your star employee? Or, better yet, termination?' She grinned at the possibilities, the customer was always right, after all. Zebra noticed her scheming grin. "What're you thinking?" "Nothing", she assured, leading the way out through the automatic doors. "Nothing at all."
When the days chores were complete, both were too tired to fix supper. "Let's eat out tonight", suggested Zebra. They boarded Meg's scooter and headed for, Domingo's Pizza Parlor. They ordered a medium, pepperoni pizza for the both of them to share. "This is a welcome change." Zebra nodded. "This was definitely needed." Meg began a conversation about a letter they had received earlier, concerning their student loans. "So, now the bank's gonna raise our interest rate to 10%." Zebra was, of course, shocked and upset. "You're joshing me." She immediately realized her mistake and covered her mouth with her hands, but it was too late. Meg's face was flush with hurt and embarrassment. Zebra removed her hands and sighed. "Ya know Meg, you really need to get over him and move on. I mean, he was scum and it was over a year ago." Meg slammed her fists on the table. "I AM over him! Just because I basically despise the entire male population, and have turned down every opportunity to date since, doesn't mean I'm not." She picked up the check for the pizza. An obvious sign that the conversation was closed and it was time to go.
Not much was said during the drive home. Partially because it was a bit difficult to carry on a conversation over the roar of the engine, but only a small part. Meg was still fuming. This was apparent by the way she handled the rough road and caught some air on the bumps. All Zebra could do was grip tightly to Meg's shoulders. Thankfully, the trip was only a ten minute drive. And the way Meg was driving, they made it in six. After unlocking the door, Meg opened it with a shove. With that force, it bounced off the wall. Zebra caught the doorknob to steady it. She watched Meg, in a volley of steam, march into the bathroom and slam the door. Zebra flinched slightly at the sound. The sound of running water took over the uncomfortable silence. Meg's solution to a dose of temper was a cold shower. Zebra plopped herself onto the sofa. Of course, she'd be the first to apologize. It got the arguments over quicker.
Meg braced herself against the shower wall, taking slow, easy breaths, letting the cool water run off her body. Why did Zebra have to bring up such things? She knew how much it upset her. She was there when the disaster struck. But, she could hardly blame her. She hadn't yet experienced a true relationship. Then again, neither had Meg. It really wasn't worth the argument.
Meg rapped a towel around her wet head and stepped into the living room. She found Zebra lounging on the couch, watching, of all things, the nine o'clock news. Seeing Meg approach, she punched the off button. After a few minutes of unnerving silence, they both blurted; "I'm sorry". They chucked. "I really am sorry Meg. It's not my place to butt into your relationships." Meg shook her head. "No, I'm the one who should be sorry. But, I would deeply appreciate it if you would let me handle this in my own way. I'm better off without a man anyway." Zebra nodded. "I may not agree with how you're coping with this, but I'm not going to push you." They embraced with no hard feelings.
End of chapter 5