The Adventure of Billy Carlton Part 2.

“No! The math test,” Billy shockingly blurted out to the classroom who had been focused on their times tables and white pieces of copy paper.

“Nice of you to join us,” Ms. Swell, Billy's fifth grade teacher, greeted.

Ms. Swell was young and relatively inexperienced as a fifth grade teacher. She was a recent college graduate and this was her first year of teaching. Like most first year teachers, she was bright and lenient in hopes of making a real difference and not being one of the old crotchety teachers she remembered from her youth. Also like most first year teachers, she was fuel for budding pubescent boys and their their misinformed sex dreams. Many of the girls in the class considered her fashionable and admired her as a female figure that wasn't their mothers or Hillary Duff. Billy for the most part, though, didn't seem to really notice her except for the bug-eyed sunglasses she kept perched atop her head which he considered to be protective eye wear and believed that she might be a secret scientist.

Billy Carlton liked to sleep in class. He'd sleep through reading, he'd sleep through history, and obviously, he'd sleep through math but the one subject he wouldn't sleep through was science. Billy considered himself to be a bit of a boy genius when it came to science. His ego began when he won the 25^th district Science Fair with a vinegar and baking soda volcano two years ago. Then again, last year, with a mouse maze designed shaped like the head of Nikola Tesla. On this year, Billy, at the age of ten, had set his sights high.

Billy admired Nikola Tesla since the age of 4. His bizarre fantasies about being the cryopreserved lost child of Telsa worried his parents. They took Billy to a varying degree of psychiatrists and not one found anything wrong with him; other than an active imagination of course. His parents stripped his room of the books and posters they had bought him over the years. You have to understand that when Billy first showed an interest in Tesla his parents thought it was “cute” and they attributed it to the fact that his father also had a moustache but as Billy grew older and he learned words like “cryopreserved” his charming admiration turned into the bizarre obsession that had worried his parents.

“I wish he would have admired Tom Selleck instead,” his mother was once over heard saying.

Billy's father added, “well... at least it's not Salvidor Dali.”

Billy's entry to the 25^th district Science Fair on this year was titled Resurrection and at age ten, Billy Carlton dared to play God.