[h3][color=00aeef]Liam Stromberg[/color][/h3]

September 5th, 1969

0500 HRs

  The morning was quite brisk for September Liam was already up and out the door wearing his school jersey he bought last year and his running shorts and shoes. Liam was always up early normally getting six or seven hours of sleep before his morning mile run. The brisk morning air cooled him down while the early morning light was already shinning though the blue sky and before he knew it his run was over in just 10 minutes. His path just took him out and around his neighborhood and back home, it didn’t take him much longer to start the Combat drills his father had him doing. Punches, kicking, blocking, and clenches both defensive and offensive.

0600 HRs

  His home was quiet, with his father being in Vietnam and his mother working till 0900 and being asleep by the time he gets home it was never too lively. He noticed the note on the fridge after his shower, [u]“lunch is in the paper bag, have fun at school, I love you”[/u] at least his mother always seemed to find the time to take care of him. The boy slipped on his jeans and got dressed, breakfast this morning would have to be three raw eggs and the rest of the fish jerky his neighbor brought over a few days ago and after he was done eating out the door he went making sure to grab his lunch and lock up the house.

0700 HRs

  Normally it only took him about fifteen or twenty minutes to walk to school and today it would seem would be no different. There were a few other students outside the school mostly underclassmen like himself. The school security guard apparently brought it upon himself to “Greet” every student that walked through the main doors. His ability to stand and glare at everyone who came in for a few hours was well unique. With a slight nod Liam thought about continuing past the man and seemingly ignoring him like everyone else but instead decided to say something, “[color=00aeef]Hey I heard a rumor that the Sheriff’s department was looking to hire a few more deputy’s, you should try out I think you would do a good job[/color]” Liam didn’t care or stay long enough to hear the man’s answer. He did have a feeling that he could be taken as teasing or making fun of the man though.

  Liam didn’t waste much time with getting his time schedule, knowing full well that this office would have a line out the door when the buses came. Once he had acquired his schedule, he headed towards the nurses' office. He knew his position within the office as basically the nurses assistant was something new and if it were not for his family’s standing in the community as upstanding citizens and hospital employees, he more than likely would not be able to do this. Still, he walked into the nurse’s office and smiled at the nurse Marybell Anders. Whenever she wasn’t busy, she did help out with the other staff with minor paperwork.

  The nurse seemed preoccupied with whatever she was reading in the newspaper to notice Liam come in and start the inventory on the medical supplies. It wasn’t much, a couple of splints for broken bones, a few bottles of anti-itch and burn heal creams, as well as a cream that relived pain, Band-Aids of a few different sizes, some gauze pads, and the odd bottle of pills for all sorts of ailments that may befit a high school, as well as a few feminine hygiene products. This was something he learned he could use with his ability’s blaming the sudden loss of pain or healing ability of the burn cream on said creams instead of him. He didn’t know why, but he felt like he might be in danger if he revealed what he could do, but so far his instincts hadn’t been wrong so why start now.

  Liam quickly made sure everything was where it was supposed to be and took a few of the creams, pills, and Band-Aids and stuck them into his bag. [color=00aeef]“Mam, I’m going to go check the medical kit in the Shop class make sure it's OK and refill what I have to.” [/color]She didn’t look up from her paper all he could here was a subtle [u]“Hmm”[/u] of acknowledgment from her as he left towards the shop class.

0804 HRs

  It hadn’t taken him too awful long to check and restock the medical kit in the shop class, Band-Aids seemed to be the hottest commodity there and would continually need to be restocked. At least for the first few months that is. Still, he walked slowly through the halls as they slowly became packed with other students. Somehow he made it to his locker placing his brown paper lunch bag and red and black flannel jacket inside then closing and locking the door. Liam decided to take his time as he moved towards his first class, taking in all the new and old faces, nodding or smiling towards others. He could see the line of students he had avoided who were getting their schedules and found himself getting called over to Councilor Taggert, [u]“Liam help me pass these out, just until this line shrinks a bit.”[/u] Liam nodded and began to assist the councilor with handing out schedules to students. Liam felt that one bad thing about working in the office was that he was familiar with most of the faculty.