Okay, here we go.


Everything was always so boring in the town of Mesa, Arizona. In fact, it was so boring that it made the top 10 most boring cities in the United States. It was ranked #9. 

School had just ended, leaving the once-leaders-of-the-pack Seniors as graduates. Brand Newell has enjoyed the first weeks of his newfound freedom, but then he realized how boring his life was once again. He was so bored out of his mind that a big, fancy truck carrying science stuff passing through a town like Mesa was big news to him.

"Do you guys wanna go check out this truck? It might be something to do..." He asked his friends, leaning back against his chair. They were at a coffee shop, mainly because Brand was addicted to the stuff and wherever he went, the others usually followed for some reason. He looked at his reflection in the dark drink's mirror. He saw a dorky, tired looking young man who was covered from head to toe in freckles. His curly hair was neaty shaven on the sides of his head but was a mop of a fiery mess atop his skull. He wore also too big, black-framed glasses did a better job outline his watery-blue eyes than his orange eyelashes. His skin was so pale that it almost had a blueish-tint to it from his veins. 

Even though it was a 102 degrees out, he was still wearing his usual fashion; a pale yellow, short sleeved button down, a deep purple sleeveless vest, and long blue jeans that were tucked into hiking boots. He had two silver studs decorating his left ear and only one in his left. He yawned, being as tired as ever. The boredom wasn't helping with that.