"NEW INNOVATION: THE COMBO RIFLE GUIDES THE WORLD THE NEXT STEP IN GLOBAL INNOVATION"
"It has been three days since the Combo Rifle was first announced by the NRA, countries all over the world are beginning to supply their own with Combo Rifles." announced the male presenter.
"The Combo Rifle is described as "Two akimbo pistols that can merge into one rifle". It is invented and founded by the Bucksight Arms Company," presented the female presenter
"The President of the NRA plans and expects for more different types of these Combo Rifles, starting with Assault Combo Rifles, or UZI-type Combo Rifles," presented the male presenter
"And adding to that matter, President Dean has just met with the President of the NRA to watch the demonstration of the Combo Rifle and the plans to produce and implement these weapons for the market, just as the president himself who is referred to as 'Enthusiastic-Charismatic Dean' influenced and supported innovations such as the iPhone, the electronic belt, and others," presented the female presenter
"Thus these Combo Rifles are also starting to interest toy gun brands such as BuzzBee, Nerf, Airsoft, and others. Still, there are questions about whether the existence of these Combo Rifles will bring any good to this country, and thus the world." presented the male presenter
"Cool," Wilkes reacted to that innovative news, just as he finished his library study in the academy for his Bird Study worksheet.
"Kid," the librarian found out. "TV is for staff usage only."
"Oh sorry, madam, I will leave right away, thank you for the time," Wilkes thanked.
By 5pm, at least Mr.Victor was willing to wait for Wilkes that day to finish his study. After evaluating that neat and detailed responses,
"Well, it seems that you took so many resources, but thus you understand them, rather than irregularly writing them like a copy-pasting them" Mr.Victor evaluated. He signed the papers. "Well done again, Wilkes,"
"Thank you sir," Wilkes complied.
"Now Wilkes, read step 9," Mr.Victor ordered.
Wilkes read:
Do ONE of the following. For the option you choose, describe what birds you hope to attract, and why.
(a) Build a bird feeder and put it in an appropriate place in your yard or another location.
(b) Build a birdbath and put it in an appropriate place.
(c) Build a backyard sanctuary for birds by planting trees and shrubs for food and cover
"So you read it, Wilkes?" Mr. Victor asked. "I believe that you are very creative and clever. I can hope that you could actually build one of those and advise you that you can also do steps 10 and 11 in the process. And when you are done... you can finally get that badge," Mr. Victor explained. "How do you feel?"
"Uhm," Wilkes first stated. "I feel... very... positive, sir."
"I know that very well, Wilkes. I am sorry that I cannot fund or have anything to do with your build; it is the rules. So good luck, young scout," Mr. Victor spoke.
At Shifuxer's principal office,
"It has to be, sir," Amber believed.
"I know Amber, but anyone could have done it," Principal Betch speculated. "Anyone naughty, that is. It could be anyone."
"I have a feeling that it wasn't us," Amber speculated. "It's them, it is those thieves that I keep hearing about."
"Who? The underground?" the principal asked. "Those kids don't want to go to school; there is no way they could do it."
"Well, that's the point, sir. Maybe because they can't go to school, they did it in revenge," Amber thought.
"No, Amber, they won't go to school, not can't," Principal Betch specified.
"Principal Betch, I think we need to do something about that baseball incident," Amber thought.
"Nonsense," Principal Betch doubted. "Our Ball-Breakers are strong; there is no need to deal with one accident. At least both teams lost by accident... which is such a shame, but fair. We will defeat the Watefact school soon."
"But sir..." Amber worried.
"Amber, you need to leave," said his secretary.
Meanwhile, those Ball-Breakers were still unconvinced of the video, and Bart was brave enough to push Faka back.
"HEY!" Faka's friend pushed back. "You don't do that to him; that is not nice!"
"I CAN NOT BELIEVE YOU SUCK AT RECORDING! I saw someone pulling that trick, and you didn't record him!"
"What the heck are you talking about?! I was recording for my fans, my loyal fans, RIGHT?!" Faka defended, and the Social Gang cheered.
"Well, someone must have made that smoke; IT WAS A TIE, and just one more hit and we can get a run. Then the smoke blurred out, AND THAT STUPID OLD-ASS REFEREE CAN'T EVEN DECIDE WHO WINS!" Bart tampered.
"You know what, Bart, I think it is true that those Barbarians had something to do with it; they were gonna lose, so THEY DISRUPTED OUR GAME," Joe suspected.
"Well, if you think it is their fault, DON'T BLAME ME IN THE FIRST PLACE, DUMBASS!!" Faka called. "Do you realize how powerful I am?!" Faka intimidated; the Social Gang cheered. "I can change and make school grades; I can destroy the team with my camera; I am the king in this school, AND YOU SHALL RESPECT ME!" Faka threatened, and they cheered.
"RIGHT?!" Faka asked a Social Gang member; that kid definitely agreed.
"RIGHT?!" Faka asked a forced Social Gang member; of course, he said yes.
"Nonsense, I told you deaf fucks, that I bring honor to this school," Bart pulled his punches.
"Well, you lost, so you didn't bring honor to this school," Faka roasted.
Then Trent passed by. "Ah. Just the piece of crap I am looking for," Bart yelled, pulling Trent to him; they nearly fought, Colvin prepared to record.
"What the heck, man?!" Trent reacted, nearly causing the Jocks and the Freestylers to rampage. "I had nothing to do with that stupid game of yours!"
"Nonsense, I saw you in the stadium; you disappeared!" Joe blamed.
"It was boring, you dick!" Trent said. "We had other business to deal with, that jerk, Nathan."
"What about that dirty bike rider?!" Bart asked.
"Well, he was playing dirty, that's what," he revealed. "He threw three of our guys into the mud at the park; that's unfair!"
"Yeah, we had nothing to do with it, jerk!" Simon defended.
"That game was boring; we are loyal to our riders!" Paul defended.
"THEN WHO COULD IT BE?!" Bart questioned. "Could it be you?!" he pointed at a random girl. "You?!" he pointed at Darryl. "OR IS IT YOU GUYS?!"
"Sup, losers?!" Kevin asked, walking with the circle.
"That Pastuzo of yours, I saw him in the game!" Joe remembered.
"So what?! My mom was there; I respected her by accompanying her!"
"Did you do it?!" Bart asked.
"I WASN'T EVEN IN THE SCOREBOARD TO DEAL WITH, what the heck?!" Pastuzo defended himself. "You want the true suspect; I bet Fhadey's the guy."
"Oh, you keep saying that Pastuzo!" Fhadey walked to the area. "You always think I am the threat, that I am the evil one!"
"Technically you are, now that he always mentions it like a loser," Trent said in lieu of Pastuzo. "He is right; ever since you came to this school, you started to mess with everyone and caused drama!"
"Whatever it was, I had nothing to do with the smoke, jackasses!!" Fhadey defended himself.
"LIAR DIAR! Boohoo!" Pastuzo blabbered. "You lie Fhadey; you always do! Tricking others!"
"Oh my gosh! Why can't you all like... take a break or something from your wars; this is like... so drama-queenie, can we all just like... stop or whatever?"
"Be quiet!" Quinn yelled. "Your bratty words mean nothing but drama!"
"Well, well, looks like someone messed with the wrong girl!" Colvin said.
"That smoke, that lost victory, that is something we do not forgive!" Bart reminded.
"YEAH!" The Ball-Breakers cheered.
"We will show them who's boss, then maybe, we will be at the top of the food chain!" Bart inspired.
"Whatever it was, we will get more loyal riders, those who live, dance, ride, and do free, and maybe then if you started to blame me like that again, I will kick your asses!" Trent intimidated.
Faka laughed after he was given the idea. "Alright then, I am tired of Bester that Bastard, and tell you what, those What-the-fucks have many different groups, just like us. So I guess, we shall declare another war, this time, not just against the school, but against the other stupid and crappy one too!" Faka declared, and the others had to agree.
"Oh just what the fuck, seriously guys, take a break!" Fhadey moaned to the utter madness.
"Oh, Fhadey!" Pastuzo intimidated. "You messed with the others since day one, and this is the
consequences!"
"I had nothing to do with this problem the school always had. I don't bully people like you weakling; I want to stop the bullying!" Fhadey reminded.
"And what? You think stopping us does any difference, huh?!" Joe asked again.
"Guys, this war is ridiculous, just stop fighting!" Fhadey made his stance.
"Don't listen to him!" Amber said. "he is telling this the wrong way. You guys need to end this fight once and for all, that includes you Fhadey."
"Amber, shouldn't you like, focus on your college application, why are for this school?" Coween spouted; the social gang reacted.
"You know what, at this point, war is inevitable!" Kevin reacted.
"Whatever that means, war has begun; we will see you on the top of the food chain, losers!"
"Oh, you just wait there, Barty Brat!" Trent threatened.
"You all are such an ass!" Fhadey blamed.
"No!" Pastuzo wanted more. "YOU ARE SUCH AN ASS, FHADEY!!!" he pushed Fhadey; they aimed and pushed their punches to fight. While they find ways and schemes for their moves, people were starting to record that fight.
"Enough you fools, not here, not every day, this has to stop!" Amber defused.
"Dude, you ruined our video," Colvin booed.
"Whatever, I ain't going to fall for some losers, Ball-Breakers, let's go!" Barton called, and they all left.
"See you on the bottom, losers!" Joe called, and everyone left the area.
"Amber, I swear, I had nothing to do with this! Even from the start," Fhadey defended.
"I know; the school is broken since the beginning, like other schools. But, you made the situation worse Fhadey; do me a favor, keep your fighting hands in your pockets! Maybe then it won't get you like... killed or something," Amber said, leaving the area.
"Seriously, this school is filled with idiots!" Fhadey yelled to everyone who left.
Wilkes even waited till the next afternoon after school, he followed the instructions on Google for that bottle Bird Feeder, and still, no bird came, not even a pigeon which he planned should approach the feeder.
He came the next afternoon after filling step 10 at the academy, and there were no birls still, even Nanny and Beni said so. And soon after, the bottle fell, and the experiment was broken. He had to make another one again. Unfortunately the next day, there was no progress. Nanny wondered if he needed help, he said no.
So for the holidays, Wilkes decided to try another prototype for the bird feeder, using simple branches he worked so hard to pick. He tied and pioneered those branches one by one, that when he was nearly done, Julian accidentally stepped on two branches that he needed, Wilkes scolded and looked for more branches. And when he returned Julian was just watching the bird feeder, and he left knowing Wilkes feel anxious wherever he is around, the same as the other members of the family. Julian had no love, and never expected it anyway.
After three days, there were no progress, Wilkes was frustrated, and he didn't feel the feeling to continue the worksheets. He took the paper and nearly tore it apart, but he gained control, and realized it wouldn't do any better for him, and will make progress worse. So he went back to that square again, to get away with everything.
"So," the man said. "I bet you ain't here just to watch the road again, are you?"
"I don't know," he said.
The man smiled happily than Wilkes can ever expect him before. "What's the juice, kid?" he asked.
Wilkes said simply, "I tried to build a bird feeder, three times, all failed, tried hard. Wasted a lot of my nanny's money. What's the point of doing these papers at all?"
The man knew a story tell. "You know, kid. Before I got this job, I had many jobs before, yes they failed, yes in some I didn't get paid. And you know what, to pay for my rent, I had to ask a loan shark. I messed a lot of things, I didn't do any better," the man said. "But then i realized something, something I can even smell inside you."
"And what's that?" Wilkes just wondered sadly.
"That's help," he said. "I realized, all I cared about is doing everything myself. It would be fine that I never needed a therapist, but not having people, friends, to someone at least, that made me struggle," he added. "That's another thing school never teaches you, Wilkes, the value of friendship," he said. "It may be cheesy as hell, but you need them Wilkes, you need someone. Ever since I had friends—and the money of course—I have people who i can look up to, and they can look up to me. So ask for help Wilkes," he said. "ois there anything I can do to help."
Wilkes could only say, "Not that I know of at least."
"EAT THIS BIG GUY!" Scent intimidated a weak big student, AND PUNCHED HIS GUT.
"Yeah, Scent, beat his ass!" Rudy cheered.
"You think touching my bike was a good idea?!" Scent threatened, pointing at his own bicycle in the back.
"I wanted to get out you fool, you parked in front of it!" the big guy begged
Scent GRABBED HIS SLEEVES. "For a big guy, you sure are weak. I just cleaned that bike with my own hands! I was only here to get a soda from the machine, AND YOU JUST TOUCH IT LIKE THAT WITH YOUR DIRTY HANDS?!" Scent threatened. "How dare you? I am offended, real offended!"
Then a watefact student sat on Scent's bicycle. "DUDE, HE IS STEALING YOUR RIDE!" Rudy alerted, and the student cycled away.
"HEY, MY BIKE! AFTER HIM!!" Scent used that big student's bike to chase that thief, Rudy used a pink bike out of the panic. "GET BACK HERE!!"
The student cycled fast, but he was no match for Scent's skill and speed. Scent elongated his arms reaching for that thief, the thief IMMEDIATELY BAILED OUT OF THE RIDE AND SCENT FELL TO TEH CLIFF ALONG WITH IT, with his bike smashing one of Nathan's boys who was bullying a 12-year-old, and scent falling in front of him.
"Woah, what the heck man?!" Nathan screamed, grabbed scent and heated him up for his friend.
Rudy just arrived. "Oh, no, SCENT, HOLD ON!!" Rudy yelled, planning to save him, ONLY FOR THE BIG GUY TO TACKLE RUDY DOWN TO THE CLIFF OUT OF THE BLUE, a big brawl began.
Fhadey took off the Watefact uniform, placed it in his bag, and left the area after implicit rescue.
Wilkes tried building hard building that bird feeder again with those branches, But then after building with further progress, he realized he would have created the same prototype, thus the same result. Wilkes walked to his bed and calmed his stress. He didn't love the thing he was doing, and he forgot to realize it. He knew he needed help.
He knocked Nanny's room, with fear. "Wilkes, why is your eyes red, again?" she asked.
"N, n, n, n, n, nan, nanny. I, I was wrong I... I need help... I am sorry that I..."
"Why do you feel sorry?" Nanny asked, kneeling to him. "Of course I will assist you, I am in charge of you."
Nanny wanted to help Wilkes all ghe way, she wanted him to succeed. So Wilkes and Nanny went to the carpenter's shed and ordered three long planks of wood to be delivered to the house.
And while Wilkes awaited for the delivery, Wilkes managed his time to write for step 10 until 9pm for a rest.
Still waiting, at the Eagle Lake, Wilkes threw that basketball at impact when it was on his hands, and a point was scored everyone could hear. On the break. "Well done for scoring the ring, Wilkes. But remember to take the game very calmly. That throw was so hard even the ring was severely injured, learn to enjoy the game, Wilkes, keep it up," Coach Rockwell advised.
The wooden planks came just in time, and surprisingly, the driver brought that man Wilkes liked to talk to in the square, he was willing to help Wilkes after all the things Wilkes had done for him before, returning the favor. Wilkes measured the mathematical length needed, the man would advise and helped Wilkes saw the planks carefully, while Nanny was there, using the branches as the bottom base for the bird feeder, and Beni prepared a toast of bread for the builders.
Mrs.Anna asked a trivia question, "Now, here's a trivia question for all of you, fellow scouts, what is the RGB code for the color black?"
A 4-IROQUOIS girl scout raised her hands and said, "Zero?"
"Are you sure?" She asked again.
"What? It is correct," the girl scout said.
"Actually," Wilkes stood up. "May I clarify that?" Wilkes said. "Uhm, yes it is zero, but if not, all of it should be zero,"
"Now that is an attention to detail, one, if not all is zero, is the RGB hashtag for black, well done," Mrs. Anna praised
The man has brought the glue gun, he helped Wilkes stick the wooden planks carefully—of course, for first timers, Wilkes' would touch that hot glue, and get his skin ruptured. Knowing Wilkes worked physically hard, Nanny would ask Beni with painting the bird feeder for presentation, while the man chuckled and enjoyed helping Wilkes all the way, and Wilkes would work on writing step 11.
Eventually by 6, Nanny would order Julian and Nory to help with Wilkes' project. Nory moaned, but Julian was there to help, just so that he could sleep early. When Julian placed the first plank for the top of the bird feeder, Wilkes smiled—of course, Julian being older and more experienced about things, threatened Wilkes not to, still, Wilkes was happy that the family was at one again, even recording Nanny's phone to send for Diana.
"You see the window blinder," Mr.Victor pointed. "I can only see half that sunlight, what type of light object is it?"
A 4-IROQUOIS boy scout raised his hands and answered, "Transparent, we can see the light."
"That is not the proper answer and definition, boy scout," Mr.Victor said. "Anyone else?"
Wilkes raised his hands. "It is Opaque, because it only allow so,e light to pass through them,"
"Now that is proper, well done, Wilkes," Mr.Victor said, winking good luck.
While the bird feeder was done, Wilkes was waiting with Nanny and the man outside their yard, waiting for a pigeon to come eat the seed. The man had something to say, "Well...kid...I have something to say..."
"Oh you don't need sir. I am grateful you are coming to help, I am supposed to be the one thanking you," Wilkes immediately said.
"You got a good kid there," the man said to Nanny Villa
"I know, his parents would be proud," nanny said.
"I know. And I am supposed to be the one thanking him," he said. "Because... kid... I have a good stake at Manchester, and I want to thank you, for everything."
"You're... you're leaving?" Wilkes understood.
"Yes, kid, I will. I want to thank you for guiding me when I was lost, if scouts are patriots, then you are one," the man said.
Wilkes then hugged the man, giving him some compassion. And in time, some hummingbirds came. "Oh," Wilkes did not expect.
"Wilkes, record it, it is a bird isn't it?" Nanny said to record it before the birds leave.
After Wilkes recorded it. "How will I tell the report it didn't suit my hypothesis?"
Nanny then said, "Well...one of my friends are a scientist, and she said at times her experiment results didn't suit her expectations. And you know how she concluded the result, with honesty. You should do the same kid."
"You should kid. Whatever you do in life, be honest to yourself," the man said.
After giving a farewell to the man that night, the next day after school, Wilkes worked on the paper in the library. And after all the reports were written, Wilkes then went back home to send the recording of proof.
And when Mr.Victor evaluated it, he signed his honest response, proof, and the unexpected approach to his results: design, honesty, and accuracy. Mr.Victor knew Wilkes worked hard for it, so he knitted the Bird Study badge.
Mr.Victor patted, and asked, "So... are you proud?"
Wilkes did not know what to say, but, "Yeah... I am."
"Glad I could help," Mr.Victor said. "Well Wilkes, if you need another badge, I suggest you ask another teacher now, I believe a he or she would like to offer you the chance later on," Mr.Victor finally spoken. "Have some rest, you deserve it."
Wilkes got out of the science class, and took a look of that sash. He was proud, receiving his second badge after all his hard work. He was sad: "Having two badges doesn't make you a better scout, loser!" the taller scout teased when passing by him, he had eight badges, added that he also saw Izzy and Mamie earning the Family Life badge like true companions, shouting proud together. Wilkes felt both proud and empty, he was questioning it, he needed a rest.
After taking a warm bath after an honest effort and achievement, wiping himself with a towel, he overheard Nory's conversation.
"Sugar, look, I am fine, alright, I am just...i have a lot of things going on, you do so too," Nory spoke on the call.
"I understand, Nory," her boyfriend said, "I understand this is sort of new for you."
"New for me what are you talking about?!" Nory questioned.
Her boyfriend breathed in. "Sugar bun, before, all you cared about was spending quality time with your friends, and not your school nor grades. But now it is the opposite, and I understand that you are working so hard to pay up for your previous grades," he said.
"Please don't say that, PLEASE!" Nory stressed. "I beg you, please, sugar bun."
Her boyfriend understood. "I understand," he said. "But if you need me, I..."
"I know, I know, you'll always be my sugar bun," Nory said, closing the call immediately.
"You have a good boyfriend tok there," Nanny said scaring Wilkes and Nory from the back.
"Nanny, everything is fine," Nory stated.
"No it is not," she said. "Nory, please..."
"THIS MATTERS TO ME, ALRIGHT?!" Nory yelled. "I DON'T HAVE TIME TO BUILD ANOTHER BIRD BLOCK, OR I HAVE TIME FOR A BOAT! Please, give me a break."
"That is what I am concerned, Nory," Nanny said carefully. "You are not giving yourself a break, that is all I wanted to say, have some rest."
Nanny left. "WILKES, JUST FUCK OFF!" Nory called.
"Uhm, ok, sorry," Wilkes immediately apologized, and left.
Knowing he had two badges now, knowing Nory is heading for a new life, knowing Julian never changed from his recent behavior, and knowing Beni is slowly growing up, Wilkes is starting to realize things are changing now and then.