I had tried spending some of my free time trying to accomplish some physical training, incidentally. I'd ditched the idea of weight training, since that would stunt my growth - I remembered that from my brother trying weight lifting when he was about this age. My parents had let him go ahead despite the 'stunted growth' thing, since he was past six foot by then and anything that stopped him growing like a weed was a good thing in their books.
I'd also had to give up on any type of martial arts training, since Bunny's clumsiness, probably puberty related, was not at all understated in the cartoon. Let's just say I hadn't tried chewing gum while walking - it would probably be hazardous. So my physical training regieme was most limited to some running - for reasons besides being late for school I mean.
Since that left me with a bit or two of spare time, I devoted much of itover the next couple of days watching Amy, Luna's suspected Sailor Scout. I knew the truth of course, or at least thought that I did, but there had been a couple of instances already where matters hadn't gone exactly according to the script for the cartoon, so double-checking the facts wouldn't hurt any, I guessed.
Amy was a pretty girl, I noticed, although perhaps not quite so much with those reading glasses on. That's just my opinion though. Also, she spent a whole lot of time studying and it was paying off dramatically for her - she had apparently aced every subject she studied, earning the top scores across the country.
Rumour (okay, Melvin) had it that her IQ was 300, which wasn't even possible if I understood the scale correctly - not that it mattered. She was bright enough to stand out. Bright enough to get a bit of resentment. Not that takes much in a junior high school - why do teenagers have to have such sensitive prides?
"You know that new cram school, Crystal Academy?" Melvin asked our little lunch group on the second day I'd been stalking Amy.
"You mean the snobby one?" May asked.
"Yeah," Melvin agreed. "Girl Genius Amy goes there!" he announced.
I considered that fact. It matched my recollections - plus the word 'Crystal' would have sounded alarms anyway. "That's the one near the arcade, isn't it?"
"That's the one," Melvin confirmed.
"Daddy said it's really expensive," May interjected. I supposed that that might have explained a little about how Jadeite, presuming that it was him, was funding his operations.
"Well Amy's mom is a doctor, you know," Melvin told us, safe in the knowledge that we probably hadn't know that fact.
"She's smart and rich..." Molly mourned, "It's not fair..."
I made an inquisitive noise and she looked at me in surprise. "Bunny?"
"Your mom's well off," I observed mildly. "And you get pretty good grades too. Should I resent you for that? I'd just like to be clear."
Molly blushed.
"But she's kind of snobby," May objected. "All she does is study... she doesn't hang out at all!"
I shrugged my shoulders but said nothing. There could be a great many reasons besides snobbiness for that behavior, of course, but erasing petty prejudice from the world would take greater power than any I've ever wielded. In any event, it was time to go back to class.
D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.
I'd also had to give up on any type of martial arts training, since Bunny's clumsiness, probably puberty related, was not at all understated in the cartoon. Let's just say I hadn't tried chewing gum while walking - it would probably be hazardous. So my physical training regieme was most limited to some running - for reasons besides being late for school I mean.
Since that left me with a bit or two of spare time, I devoted much of itover the next couple of days watching Amy, Luna's suspected Sailor Scout. I knew the truth of course, or at least thought that I did, but there had been a couple of instances already where matters hadn't gone exactly according to the script for the cartoon, so double-checking the facts wouldn't hurt any, I guessed.
Amy was a pretty girl, I noticed, although perhaps not quite so much with those reading glasses on. That's just my opinion though. Also, she spent a whole lot of time studying and it was paying off dramatically for her - she had apparently aced every subject she studied, earning the top scores across the country.
Rumour (okay, Melvin) had it that her IQ was 300, which wasn't even possible if I understood the scale correctly - not that it mattered. She was bright enough to stand out. Bright enough to get a bit of resentment. Not that takes much in a junior high school - why do teenagers have to have such sensitive prides?
"You know that new cram school, Crystal Academy?" Melvin asked our little lunch group on the second day I'd been stalking Amy.
"You mean the snobby one?" May asked.
"Yeah," Melvin agreed. "Girl Genius Amy goes there!" he announced.
I considered that fact. It matched my recollections - plus the word 'Crystal' would have sounded alarms anyway. "That's the one near the arcade, isn't it?"
"That's the one," Melvin confirmed.
"Daddy said it's really expensive," May interjected. I supposed that that might have explained a little about how Jadeite, presuming that it was him, was funding his operations.
"Well Amy's mom is a doctor, you know," Melvin told us, safe in the knowledge that we probably hadn't know that fact.
"She's smart and rich..." Molly mourned, "It's not fair..."
I made an inquisitive noise and she looked at me in surprise. "Bunny?"
"Your mom's well off," I observed mildly. "And you get pretty good grades too. Should I resent you for that? I'd just like to be clear."
Molly blushed.
"But she's kind of snobby," May objected. "All she does is study... she doesn't hang out at all!"
I shrugged my shoulders but said nothing. There could be a great many reasons besides snobbiness for that behavior, of course, but erasing petty prejudice from the world would take greater power than any I've ever wielded. In any event, it was time to go back to class.
D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.