The+Life+and+Lies+of+Brian+Radcliffe

I just kind of wrote this because I was bored and it seemed as though this is what Swindster wanted us to do with the wikispaces...

=__The Life and Lies of Brian Radcliffe__= = =

__B.R.__
Constant ridicule consumed the life of Brian Radcliffe. Jeering comments and sniveling peers ate at him everyday. "Nerd!" "Science dork!" and endless other interjections were the only communication between Brian and other humans. However, regardless of his fame for being the "study freak," his name was not announced synonymously with Aaron Jeffries, Terry Kline, and the other valedictorians; his paper graduation cap with the college one planned to attend was not hung with the hundreds of others adorning his high school's hallways. Brian's endless hours with his nose driven deep inside a book, his weekends spent expanding and rereading his notes would never earn him a trip to college, never earn him scientific grants, lab partners or women. It would, however, earn him a lengthy, lonely life and steer him to criminal resolutions for his debt situations.

Trouble danced with Brian 24/7/365 simply because of his steadfast determination to accomplish his dearest dreams: Brian Radcliffe desired time travel; he had no interest in the future (he wasn't too hip on trends, anyway), although the past intrigued him beyond measure, it devoured his life. He could think of nothing except the wonders the past hid from ignorant historians who had but negligent knowledge of what truly happened. What could lay at the Salem witch trials, the midieval periods, the ancient Incas and Egyptians?!

His characteristic of his adept comprehension of science led him to his path towards developing a time machine. One far from fiction — 100% reality. He would be the first twenty-first century being to experience the 1600s, 1700s, B.C. eras, and so on.

__Oh Yeah, The Prologue...__
Brian Radcliffe was raised nerd, through and through. His mom was a leading scientist who's lab coat seemed to be medically attatched to her body. She had a facial complexion that all but literally screamed "science nerd!" and hoisted up such a banner. Brian's father, similarly, was a historian. Not a mere minute has Brian's dad, Ted, spent out of a suit, tie and blazer (there has yet to be another soul to experience Disney World and Wildwater Kingdom in such an outfit). He wore glasses about as big as those cookies sold at greasy spoon diners, and about as thick as a Funk and Wagnell's Dictoinary.

Brian himself began wearing ties and lab coats the day he was baptized. He began science experiments and studying history at sixteen months. By the time he was three and a half he was torn between science and history - so gifted was he at science, though so adoring was he of history. He wanted nothing more than to visit history, and equally nothing more than to put to use his scientific abilities and knowledge. Half way through his year of kindergarten with the radically obese Miss P, Brian was finally settled on his future. He firmly had two solid feet down, both where he wanted them.

__The Elementary Brian Radcliffe...__
...was inexplicably more goal driven than any other. He was gifted beyond measure and had a severe difficulty passing every year. He was quite seemingly mad and took endless notes. Brian would note through violent tyrades from teachers, peers and even administrators. His friendlessness also began in these years; these years when kids are most accepting, most receptive to differences. Eccentricities were often overlooked by his classmates, however Brian put petty eccentricities to shame. Such a weak word had no right to attempt describing Brian; yet still, some tried.

This time was mainly spent concocting himself a base, a foundation of scientific knowledge. Little time was actually devoted to breakthroughs in time travel. Brian was mature enough to await when he would be full throttle developing his machine. Now he must vastly comprehend all sciences — Physics, Quantum, Biology, Chemistry, etc. His gnarled mind was so vastly intellectual leaving the sixth grade (barely leaving the sixth grade), he was ready for design and development through middle school.

__Western Peak Junior High School__
The transition of elementary school to jun ior high school, or any movement between schools, for that matter, is most always a tough step; a road block, if you will. Brian Radcliffe drove straight through. He paid no mind to such a meaningless road black for him he had no — friends anyway, and he gave little if any attention to his schooling due to his preoccupation with his time machine, which was, in fact, soon to progress quite rapidly.

Upon entering Western Peak Junior High School, Brian concluded his foundation of sciences he was building was sufficient. He became ever so closer to quenching his thirst for knowledge of the past. Designs came spurring from his pen with fascinating ease. Professionally drawn and labeled prototypes overflowed the pages of numerous notebooks. Two years were spent on these designs. Tweaking, creating, editing on every one constantly ran his studies. He often got so close he could smell the unbathed bodies of peoples of previous eras. Then he came to a rut, a problem to bring excruciatng heartbreak. It took everything in him to keep from being discouraged through this semi-slump. He trekked on alone, too, for he had no friends to turn to for support and parents too busy to care or even notice his efforts.

Brian had now never been happier in his life — by mid-first semester of his freshmen year, that is. Closer and closer he tip-toed with design XQniner79. Flawless, it seemed; perfect. He was there, his journey from discovering his dream to acting it out was, up to date, working out as if it were written in a book. Everything fit so perfectly and he hoped to keep it so by beginning construction in high school.
 * __Ninth Grade__**

He couldn't get ahead of himself, though. Focus was vital and design XQniner79 had to fit like a key in a Weiser lock. Brian continued perfecting his final design and scraped out solid D's to advance joining his class in the high school.

__Peak District High School__
High school brought many new challenges for Brian. It was significantly larger, spreading out his classes even more. Also, sneering classmates and stricter, tougher teachers made focusing as much as before extremely difficult. He therefore had to change his battle plan; the majority of his work had to begin being done at home. Although, this worked perfectly for where he was along — he was commencing construction. Brian began working nocturnally. His school day converted to his sleeping hours. However, his strict teachers took not very kindly to this.

Devotion to the time machine kept him from, quite literally, anything else; Brian was broke, had no room in which to hold a job, and needed at least hundreds of dollars to purchase materials. His only option was the lifestyle of a convict — Brian had to steal money to fund his project. Strangers fell victim to his professional-like pick-pocketing; innocent, unaware teachers were subject to assisting his fundraising and; above all, Brian stole from his parents. Through his entire high school career he stole unattainble amounts of money from them. They never noticed; they were far too preoccupied with their own work to pay attention to their money or Brian's spending habits.

__Interjection!__
This is where Brian would normally meet his match. His overflow of money would lead him to spending it on crack cocaine, and driving him to a hell infested state. Or possibly a constant need for wads of cash would unwillingly devote him to a lifestyle of dealing heroine to wannabe-thug suburban white kids. Maybe Stephen King would give him the unavoidable breakdown we all saw coming, his lack of friends (or even acquaintances, for that matter) his motive for suicide or impetus to insanity. How could he avoid prison or at least juvy, too? He spends his days sleeping, his nights awake, and afternoons and evenings stealing! Surely he'll be caught, right Salinger?!

Brian's not a stereotype nor a cliche. He continues his rebellious, maybe even progressivist, ways.

__Back to What's Actually Happening..__
Hot, cold, comfortable nights Brian spent fervently piecing together his dream. His design was, irrefutably, imperfect, but Brian was intelligent. When faced with fiasco, Brian worked. Often he was challenged for insanity by his peers. Though no one knew what he was actually doing, everyone tried to, directly or indirectly, discourage him. The "barely-able-to-pass-science-nerd" was used to unnecessary, unprovoked ridicule. Brian remained unfazed, and kept his eyes on the prize.