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It was amazing how completely normal an island in the middle of nowhere that seemed to be completely inhabited by fictional characters could be. It was so normal that Johnny had started drinking coffee again, secure in the knowledge that nothing was going to jump out from where it was lurking in his subconscious and start rearranging the universe while his back was turned. The place was even so wonderfully normal that it had school.
Actually, the school was a mixed blessing. No one was forcing him to go to it, but he was anyway. It was just one of those things you were supposed to do to make people happy. And it provided his catch all excuse of 'I'm doing a project.'* But he was also attending this school without the benefit of Bigmac to do his maths homework for him. The noble tradition of Johnny doing Bigmac's history essays and Bigmac filling out Johnny's maths in return had been going on for years and now that the chain was broken Johnny was finding out that the teachers here actually noticed if all your knowledge stopped somewhere around long division.
He was currently sprawled on the rec room floor, the remains of slaughtered and misunderstood math problems strewn about him. He'd given up on them a good half hour ago when he decided to move onto art. But that really hadn't gone any easier. Eventually, he'd settled for a some messy sketches on half shredded paper that he hoped was suitably abstract enough to not look like crap. He was calling it 'Guilty' after the cat who had made it quite clear what he thought of people trying to draw it and was currently crouched half-behind the jukebox, growling. Johnny was ignoring it (he'd become frighteningly good at it lately), and was attempting to focus on history instead. That sort of thing was easier. Especially when there was very little chance of his becoming actually caught up in it again.
*Johnny had found that you could get away with almost anything if you were doing a project. Breaking and entering, time traveling, hanging around cemeteries at odd hours, looking through classified information... It's all right, I'm doing it for a school project.
Actually, the school was a mixed blessing. No one was forcing him to go to it, but he was anyway. It was just one of those things you were supposed to do to make people happy. And it provided his catch all excuse of 'I'm doing a project.'* But he was also attending this school without the benefit of Bigmac to do his maths homework for him. The noble tradition of Johnny doing Bigmac's history essays and Bigmac filling out Johnny's maths in return had been going on for years and now that the chain was broken Johnny was finding out that the teachers here actually noticed if all your knowledge stopped somewhere around long division.
He was currently sprawled on the rec room floor, the remains of slaughtered and misunderstood math problems strewn about him. He'd given up on them a good half hour ago when he decided to move onto art. But that really hadn't gone any easier. Eventually, he'd settled for a some messy sketches on half shredded paper that he hoped was suitably abstract enough to not look like crap. He was calling it 'Guilty' after the cat who had made it quite clear what he thought of people trying to draw it and was currently crouched half-behind the jukebox, growling. Johnny was ignoring it (he'd become frighteningly good at it lately), and was attempting to focus on history instead. That sort of thing was easier. Especially when there was very little chance of his becoming actually caught up in it again.
*Johnny had found that you could get away with almost anything if you were doing a project. Breaking and entering, time traveling, hanging around cemeteries at odd hours, looking through classified information... It's all right, I'm doing it for a school project.