Etherious X Online

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER ONE: A DAY OF BAD LUCK

It was one lovely morning. The birds began to flock and flew towards the small fountain, cold morning wind breezing in and an awfully noisy alarm clock ringing half past six in the  morning.

A beautiful lady awoken by the sound, rose from her bed flawlessly and greeted the divine morning sunrise that kissed her face; the kind of morning coffee as awake up call.

And this is how the story all started. 

Lies. 

Charlotte; after hearing the clock buzz for the past minute, smashed the entire thing and collided with the wall. And instead of rising like sleeping beauty, she covered her self even more, enjoying the coldness that woe her to sleep.

Not too long, an middle aged woman named Lucy barged in softly in attempt to not wake the lady, but was actually going to do so anyway.

"Charlotte its— oh no. Sweetie that's the thirty fourth clock you shattered these two months!" she exclaimed picking up the shards.

The girl groaned vigorously, peeked from the sheets and answered, "Nanny, I was sure enough to tell mom to dispose them. Alarm clocks are unhealthy plus, you can always come to wake me." she stated.

Truthfully, she stayed an all nighter to play an online game, with his older brother as an opponent. And what's more; it was a PvP ranking competition and ended up crediting his brother a month supply of moist chocolate cake. Damn rich!

"Nanny close the curtains! I'm allergic to sunlight!" she hissed as the lovely woman whilst them to the side. 

"Of course you are dear, now rise up. You may have forgotten, but today's a big day!"she announced removing the sheets in a forcibly quick manner that set Charlotte to squirm.

"Is it your birthday?" she asked.

Lucy sighed. She did recall Charlotte diagnosed with a short-termed memory— but still she believed that Charlotte could remember at least what day it is. Unless this person actually has amnesia that is.

"Charlotte I believe you have physics for today. Professor Deerich would be delighted to hear you late."

"Nanny actuall—holy mother of cheeseburgers! Today is Wednesday I pressume?" then given a nod as an answer.

"s**t!" she dashed towards the baths stripped naked and was about to dive to the cold waters, when she realized she forgot the most important material in bathing.

She opened a tiny space and snuck out her head saying, "Nanny could you hand me a towel? Actually make it two please."

Lucy smiled and headed for her drawers grabbing two fresh towels that was straight from yesterday's laundry, "Here you go dear."

Soon as she left, Charlotte started the bath routine interchanging shampoo and then the soap. And yet in the middle of the scandal, seemed to have lost the soap. "Oh well." she sighed.

" I guess I better get dressseeeeeeeeeedddddddd—!"

A loud thud came following hurried footsteps. Lucy slammed the door open to question Charlotte to what the goose happened.

And the lady ended up telling her how she stepped on the soap causing her to slip and bumped headfirst at the end of the bed— which to her nanny, was actually a laughing matter.

***

Charlotte hurried herself down to the dining room wearing a plaid blue skirt and white sailored blouse with matching blue tie; in conclusion was the uniform of Marianne Science Academy and Performing Arts.

"Kyah!" she screamed as she fell down the overly long stairs and rolled herself to the ground floor of their villa. "Just what in the heaven did I do?" she ranted as Mrs. Wassenburge came to the rescue!

"What happened?" her mother asked guiding her to the dining table.

"I happen to trip myself to literally over nothing at the stairway and you happen to have heard it Mom." she summarized.

She saw the table filled with food. Everything was her favorite; luncheon meat, omelette, some weird "toss-random vegatable" salad and the traditional egg benedict. She was just about to dig in when recalled the time and the horror of cleaning the one heck of a teacher's office to suffice her tardiness. She insisted and refused breakfast which ironically was subjected to an oral discipline.

"Charlotte Elysia Wassenburge, how dare you neglect grace! There are kids out there starving themselves to death and yet here you are with a perfectly balanced health—" and continued on and on and on. To her dismay, ate food while letting her mother's wrath slip past her ears. She checked her phone while munching the  asparagus and evidently left out the brocolli. 

6:57 am.

"s**t you son of a Goose! Class starts at seven dimwit, argh! " she screamed and called for their family driver.

"Roger take me to schoo— damn this door!"  Charlotte cursed realizing she kissed herself to the closed front door. Her nose swelled and redden and decided to place a band-aid temporarily by Roger.

***

Of all those thirty-minute drive of her life, this  was the worse for the young Wassenburge. Who on earth would be delighted to get detention and clean a faculty room by yourself (bonus if you're not the only one).

Charlotte instructed Roger to take a faster pace or a short way out of the incoming traffic jam. He took the latter and drove in some creepy stereotype alley. 

But rather being afraid, she marveled how incredibly messed up the path was. She even tried to befriend a cat but got hissed instead—she didn't even realized that they were almost out of the alley if it wasn't for Mr. Sunshine seeping in.

Another long three minutes passed and the car parked in front on Maxwell. Much to Charlotte's dismay the gates were indeed closed. If only she could skip this day and have her bad luck as an excuse; she would be delighted!

"Charlotte, I think we passed by a crocked old fence way over there—" Roger pointed "— If you want, you can jump to the other side of the wall with aide."

Charlotte slapped him gently left and right without ever removing her hands. She pulled the driver closer to him and chanted nothing but amazed words, "You are... A freaking genius Roger! Now lemme at it! I ain't going to detention!"

The middle aged man carried Charlotte as she reached the fence and jumped to the other sidw of the wall, which was unfortunate since she scratched herself and bleed.

"I got to go, thank you for the ride!" she screamed at the top of her lungs running faster than usain bolt to the third floor of the univeristy. 

As her legs ache along the forever stairway, she had no choice— she chose to stay late night and now karma's getting in her nerve tenfold!

She slammed the door open as soon as she reached room B3-A (receiving stares from her classmates) and sighed joyously by the absence of Professor Deerich.

"Took you forever Wassenburge. Thank the heavens your not cleaning the toilette today."  her bestfriend Sharesca Aratula stated.

"What are you talking about? She's obviously late; its half past seven! Professor is just late— I heard there was an emergency faculty meeting." Rhythm interrupted.

"Zip your mouths mental patients, Deerich is coming." Mika whispered but enough for the four of them to hear.

Not only did Charlotte flinched at the casual call of the professor by Mika, she froze at the sight of numerous activity sheets the four-eyes brought along. She seated herself between Sharesca and Mika while Rhythm was infront scanning notes from yersterday.

"Just how monsterous is he giving tests early in the morning." Charlotte whispered "—Sharesca what did we tackle yesterda—" but was cut when the professor slammed the sheets and wrote 'CHAPTER 33. 2.5 PHYSICS' horridly at the board.

"I'll give you three minutes. This was yesterday's lesson so it'll be a piece of cake. And as for those who slept the whole period—" pauses then looks at Charlotte "— goodluck staying alive."

Shit. The little lady cursed knowing she was the only one who sleeps at discussions. He went on about turning the aftermath of the quiz as an oral recitation.

"START!" he shouted and smiled at whatever activity in his laptop had.

There were five questions that talks about the basics of light. The first one asked "What form of energy travels in a staright line". The second is the meaning of the acronym RGB, the third would be colours of an objects who reflects and reached our eyes. The fourth ask how light travels and lastly the equivalence of the speed of light.

Technically speaking, it's quite easy; only for students who listened intentively or those who studied, or those who may have photograpic memory, but you get point.

As for Charlotte, who is actually smarter and dumber (at the same time) than she look like, answered them correctly.

Aside from number five that is.

"Sharesca! Help me with the last one!" She exclaimed; hoarsed but in a funny manner. The saviour was about to, when the Prof called them to raise their pens; signalling it was time

Further then he assigned each student to answer each question. Gave the two questiom to two supporting character, another two for Mika and Rhythm. He gazed  around the remaining people until his eyes landed on Charlotte, making the extra hairs on her nape heighten.

"As for you Ms. Wassenburge, answer the easiest question of your life." He mocked, reaching a piece of chalk to her.

Charlotte felt a lump rise and repeatedly swallowing what was nothing there. She stood up infront of class. Despite not having axienty, she did have claustophobia— fear of public speaking.

Publically it was obvious that Deerich has this little hatred towards the girl. Reasons? Unknown (for now). Everyone was as quick as the abnormal palpitations of her heart.

And just as she was about to answer randomly, Professor Deerich called up amd changed the question for other to "fully understand."

"Wait Charlotte, instead of writing the equivalence of the vaccum— why don't you elaborate the whole thing to us?" he smiled. Which looked genuine if the malicious glint in his eyes.

How she wished the earth could swallow her out of embrassement. Not only did it became an oral recitation but he came up with the idea where she could NOT just randomly toss random information! This was definitely a payback for yesterday's attitude! And it came back ten fold! Sweet mother of berkinstocks, karma's a female dog and this is just a day of bad luck!

Thank the heavens for a supportive bffs for life (Sharesca, Rhythm and Mika), who surprisingly prepared a series of picture with texts regarding the topic. This gave the little Wassenburge, the courage to answer her Professor's unexpected payment but also get a high mark!

"Its an 79 for Wassenbur—" Deerich graded but was cut of.

"Olaf Roemer was a Danish astronomer who made the first rough estimate of the speed of light in 1676, by measuring the length of timw an eclipse occured in one of Jupiter's moon—" she started calming the heavy oace if her breathing. Deerich started eyeing cheaters helping the sleeper; so sad they were wise enough to hide themselves.

"And then in 1849, Fizeau develop the firsy non-astronomical method of measuring the speed by using apparatus. Foucault the improved these methods by substituting a rotating mitror for the toothed wheel. Then at some time thirteen years later, it was shown that the speed of light was less in watet than on air."

Charlotte took another chalk and started scribbling dates, the calculated value of Michelson(2.997026×10^8 m/s) and the accepted value at present which 3.0×10^8 m/s and explained how this value decreases slightly on air.

She threw the remaining chalk and clasp her hands turning to her beloved professor wearing quite the wide grin and said: "You were right Professor Dee, I did answer the easiest question of my life."

And just in time, the bell rung. It was their thirty minute break. Never did Charlotte adored all those ringings, but now.

"I guess this day ain't bad luck after all." she murmured.