The bell rang. Sighing, gathered my books and left the classroom. God I hated Advanced Art; it made no sense to me. People would look at pictures and interpret all sorts of deep and apparently philosophical meanings but for me, when I looked at it, a pictured stared back. That's it.

I was a true math and science geek. Newton, Pythagoras and Tesla –They were my friends. Calculations soothed and assured me there was a place where logic and common normality were used and appreciated. Yes, to some, Okay I lie. To many, I was a nerd. But, I think the biggest mark against me was that I was a nerd who liked what I was doing and didn't hide it from the world.

As I entered the lab I inhaled deeply, breathing in all the different acids and bases. The blond girl that walked in next looked at me like I was a freak. Which I suppose I was. Aside from being a mental and intellectual freak, I was weirdly NOT gifted with good looks.

I had black, long hair that was the bushiest thing I'm sure that walked the planet; it could give Einstein's hair a run for its money. And that was on the day it HAD product in it. I was also super short. Like the short when you just make the cutoff for the adult rollercoasters. Another thing was that I wore the biggest and thickest nerd glasses imaginable. Think It's a Bug's Life for u. However, the one thing I liked to boast about were my eyes. They were a kaleidoscope of the colour green. My dad used to say if you wanted to know every shade of green that was available to you, you should look at my eyes. My eyes started with an aqua green on the borders and became darker as it neared my pupils. On some days there were times where the dark green colours of my eyes mashed together and made my pupils look huge. As you can imagine, this did not help to get rid of the bugsy look.

"Desdemona, please can you take your seat." Mr. Macmillan, the science teacher, said.

I realized with a start that I'd been staring into space like an idiot –much to the amusement of my class. I flushed, looked down and hurried to my seat. I sat down next to my partner Chad. He too was a nerd like me but he was into geekier things such as anime and manga. I looked over to him and saw he was reading One Piece. I was not such a manga or anime fan, but in my circles it was very popular. All I knew about One Piece was that it was incredibly popular and that it was about pirates. There was no mainland in their world, just islands. I shuddered at the thought. For me an alternate universe was beyond my comprehension. Sure an alternate universe was probable with a few physics and maths law but still even for me the physics worshiper it was a farfetched idea.

During the class, Mr. Macmillan continued our lecture about electricity and electromagnetic fields. I lost myself in his lecture and for a while I was in my happy place. But too soon the bell rang again signalling the end of our physics period. Next period was Chemistry and then Advanced Trigonometry. It was looking to be a good day.

"Desdemona, can you please stay behind for a minute," called Mr. Macmillan from the front of the class.

I winced internally. I hated my name. It really signified my existence as it meant "ill-fated one". I preferred to be called Des. Although I didn't pay attention to my suggested nickname as the only one who called me Des was my cat. Well, I believed he called me Des. I mean, I was the only one who fed him in our house; he needed to repay my favour somehow.

"What's up Mr. M?" I asked him as I got to the front of the class.

"I liked your paper on the applications of electromagnets It was an incredibly well thought out paper," he told me.

Ah, that paper. It was one of my fascination areas within physics. It theorized that electricity could be used to power any sort of metal4 and thus by borrowing the theory of Fleming's momentum if fired it would achieve the same sort of destructive power as a nuclear warhead. I based the whole paper of research on something called a "railgun". A railgun is an electromagnetic projectile launcher. Comprised of two rails with a conductive projectile, a current passed though it induces a magnetic field. The combination of the current and the magnetic field produces a Lorentz force which propels the projectile at speeds of up to 2.4 kilometres a second. However, even in 2013, humans still couldn't perfect this technology. It was too expensive to build and not realistic for the kind of warfare Humans could wage. Which was a pity. I believed that it was a beautiful application of electromagnetic theory.

"…So would you be interested in joining me to NASA to view their project?" Mr. Macmillan asked.

I blinked at him, not sure whether I should nod or not as I kind of phased out in his conversation. I then nodded at him as his sentence included "NASA". I was a geek. I could guarantee anything to do with NASA would interest me.

"That's brilliant. We leave tomorrow at 2 pm. A friend of mine will show us around. Don't forget Desdemona, 2 pm sharp, tomorrow," Mr. Macmillan said.

"Yes sir, thank you sir," I said and walked out of the class.

I hurried to Chemistry wondering if we would be doing any Lab work. While Chemistry was not my favorite, it was far better than Advanced Art for me. And what's more, Chad was my chem partner as well so it was a good class knowing I could sit with someone familiar.

Walking into class I saw they had already started. I hurried to my desk hoping Mrs. Patel would not see me. I grabbed my lab coat and pretended to stare at some chemicals as if I knew what I was doing. Chad gave me a side-glance as I sat at our table. I knew that look. It was practiced by anyone who was a geek.

It said, "You're late and I'm going to have to cover for you. You're an inconvenience."

I shrugged at Chad and saw Mrs. Patel walking to our table. Shit. She knew I was late. I grabbed a beaker at our table and proceeded to empty out the content into the flask that was boiling on the Bunsen burner. It wasn't the smartest of ideas but I knew nothing bad would happen as Mrs. Patel rarely gave us dangerous chemicals to experiment with. According to her: "18 year olds are entirely too dumb and too young to handle any sort of things that are liable to go boom." My small distraction didn't work as she walked to our table and began to speak in her naturally nails-on-a-chalkboard voice.

"Desdemona, why are you late for my class without an excuse letter?" she asked.

Ignoring the insane urge to tell her we were 18 year olds and not small kids who needed letters, I opened my mouth and went completely blank. Mrs. Patel hated the excuse "another teacher needed to see me" purely because it was used by people who were just late for class.

We were both so busy trying to outstare one another we failed to notice that the concoction that I created was bubbling away and was about to explode. To my misfortune Chad didn't notice either and we only noticed when one of the other students shouted, "Dangerous experiment. Hit the deck!"

Mrs. Patel and I turned to watch the beaker explode; and were entirely too late to duck behind the lab tables. The beaker exploded and glass and the fuzzy blue liquid splashed all over us. A piece of glass hit my head extremely hard and then everything went completely black.

A/N: Hello Everyone. I'm back and with a new story. Don't worry about my other stories. I'm definitely going to finish them but for now I do hope you enjoy this one. Let me know what you think. Credits to my amazing friend for helping me with this.