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marvel-nerd-87 · 6 years ago

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Saved By The Bell(3/?)

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Peggy, Natasha x Clint, Tony x Dr. Strange

Summary: (Y/N)’s mother decides to enroll her in a boarding school after being homeschooled her entire life. After being thrown in the deep end she decides maybe high school isn’t so bad.

Warnings: Language, high school and everything that come with, ex:bullying, harassment, etc.

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You walked into your class and were immediately swamped with eyes staring at you. You didn’t have any of your friends with you and suddenly you forgot how to function as a human being. You were buried under so much stress you didn’t feel some put a hand on both of your shoulders. You looked up to see Clint and Steve behind you. “Oh hey guys!”

“Hey (Y/N) we have an open seat next to us do you want to sit there?”

“Oh yeah sure!”

You followed them to the front of the room and put your bag down at your feet. You pulled your phone out and texted Loki.

‘I’m in class with Clint, what do I say if he ask us about the bet with Stark?’

‘Bullshit something. Or make sure it doesn’t come up. You’re one of us, you’ll figure it out. I promise.’

You locked your screen and listened in on Clint and Steve’s conversation.

“I get your captain of the football team and all but I’m telling you The Guardians are gonna win this game.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Call it wishful thinking but I’m about to be about 300 dollars and a cheese stick richer my friend.”

“Man. White people and there cheese.” You jumped at the voice behind you and turned around to see Sam. He moved to the desk in front of you and turned to face you and the other two.

“Are you excited for the game?” You leaned over to make yourself seem interested in what he had to say but in reality you were just trying to get as much information about the game tonight as you could. They angle you were sitting at gave him the perfect view of your cleavage. You had him hook line and sinker.

“Fuck yeah I am, sweet cheeks, we’re gonna crush it.”

“What’s so important about this game anyway? I’ve never been to high school so I don’t get it.” You were playing the innocent facade well. Maybe Loki was right.

“Well, the Guardians are our biggest competition so we have a lot riding on this.” He leaned in to whisper in your ear, “Clint said he’d give me 150 to throw the game.”

“Are you gonna take it?” You let your mouth linger for a second after you finished your sentence.

“Not if you and Wanda are there tonight, I got show off for the ladies.”

“I’m sure we will be.”

The bell rang and you grabbed your stuff before booking it to your room. You threw open the door and saw Wanda in a black crop top, red leather jacket and shorts that showed the perfect amount of ass.

“I laid out clothes on your bed. I went through your closet and nothing was skimpy so you can borrow mine.”

You quickly threw on the high waisted miniskirt and what was basically a bikini top. You added your fishnets and jean jacket and left with Wanda to meet the others in Loki’s room. Wanda knocked on the door and Thor answered. “Hello Wanda, (Y/N), Loki and Barnes are waiting for you inside and I need to get to class so if you’ll excuse me.”

“Thank you Thor!”

Bucky wolf whistled at the way you two were dressed, “Damn Doll, you dirty up nice.”

“You two can flirt later, we have a job to do.”

You and Wanda were lazily hanging out behind the bleachers while Loki and Bucky hid out behind the field house. You were telling her about Sam when you noticed the other team’s bus pull in. A bunch of guys in blue jerseys walked off and Wanda spotted the one with ‘Quill’ written on the back. “Follow my lead.” She pulled a lollipop out of her purse and stuck it in her mouth. The way she was using her tongue on the damn thing was almost enough to get you to question your sexuality.

“Damn girl, what else does that tongue do?”

“Why don’t you come over here and find out?” Quill and the rest of the team walked over.

“Shouldn’t you babes be in class?” You could tell by the look in his eyes he was imaging the things he could do to you and Wanda. You laid a hand on his chest, “Why would we go to class when we can stand here and admire the view.” You winked at him and bit your bottom lip. What you didn’t know was the way you were dressed coupled with the way you bit your lip was making Bucky picture pinning you down and fucking you into the mattress until you screamed his name.

“Earth to Bucky.” Loki was waving his hand in front of Bucky’s face waiting for a response.

“I’m sorry what?”

“I said we’ve deflated the balls so we need to get the (Y/N) So she can tamper with the scoreboard.”

“Right.” Bucky sent you a text and told you to start phase two while Wanda had them distracted. You managed to slide out of the conversation and made your way to the scoreboard. Bucky boosted you up and you started messing with the wires until you were sure it wouldn’t read correctly. You were about to climb down when your foot slipped and you fell landing on top of Bucky. “Doll, you gotta stop fall for me.” He chuckled and helped you to your feet.

“Fuck You Barnes.” You stared at your feet knowing he noticed the blush painting your cheeks, “let’s get Wanda and get ready for the game.”

You Wanda Bucky and Loki made the long walk to the football stadium to watch the game. Sam spotted you and Wanda and approached.

“I see you two dressed for the occasion.” You didn’t realize it but you and Wanda had never changed and suddenly you felt very exposed.

“Of course, gotta make sure the game is played like it’s supposed to be.” You winked at him. You couldn’t wait until after the game was over and you could stop flirting with Sam.

“And damn Maximoff you killin’ it too.” Wanda rolled her eyes and sighed. Bucky elbowed her reminding her that we had a job to do.

“You’re not looking so bad yourself birdbrain.”

“Why don’t you two drop these losers and spend your night with a real man.” Sam was too close in your bubble for your liking.

“Sam is it? It looks like Rogers is trying to get your attention you should probably go see what he wants.”

“We can finish this conversation after the game.”

“Thanks Loki.”

“No problem, darling, you two are going to leave the game early so he can’t follow you.”

You and Wanda nod and the four of you sit down in the bleachers the game is going good until one of the Guardians kicks the ball at a weird angle and it hits you in the nose.

“Shit.” You cover your nose and blood begins to stream all over your hand and shirt. Wanda digs in her purse and hands you a tissue.

“I’m gonna walk her back to her room I’ll be back soon.” The walk to your room with Bucky was a long one he was helping you support yourself. You had never been faint around blood but this time you were starting to feel a bit queasy. Bucky helped you to your bed and got a wet rag from the bathroom wiping the blood off your chest.

“I’m gonna go back to the game. Get some sleep, Doll.”

“Goodnight Buck.”

You heard someone knocking on your door you figure it was just Wanda. You drowsily walked to the door and opened it. To see Quill standing in the door way. Your stomach dropped.

“Hey Quill, how can I help you?”

“All I was able to think about during the game was you and your roommate. I have to admit, it through me off my game a little. Probably why we’re losing.”

“I’m sorry to hear about that. I was actually going to bed. So bye.” You went to close the door but Quill shoved his foot to stop it, “god babe. The things I could do to you. We’re all alone. It’s halftime so I got Maybe 15 minuets it’ll be quick.” He pushed into the room you backed away but he kept getting closer.

“No thanks. I would very much enjoy it if you left.” You we’re physically pushing him towards the door but he was too strong.

“How about I just wait here for your roommate and we have some fu-“

“Hey asshole. I suggest you leave her alone if you know what’s good for you.” Bucky has Quill pinned to the wall by his collar.

“Hey man. You didn’t see the way she was acting earlier today.”

“Well That was earlier today. This is now and she said no.”

“Whatever. She’s a bitch anyways.”

“I suggest you go back to field before you get a career ending injury.”

Bucky put Peter down and he sulked back to the game.

“Thank you so much Bucky.”

“Don’t mention it Doll, are okay?”

“I’m a little shaken up but that’s fine. Why’d you come back?”

“Oh you forgot your purse and I figured you’d probably need it. I’m glad I came back in time to stop that asshole.”

“Where are Wanda and Loki?”

“Oh, Wanda wanted nachos so they went to get some but they’ll be back soon. I’m gonna wait until they get back. I don’t want to leave you alone.”

“You’re so sweet”

“No, I’m the bad boy you date to piss off your parents.”

“Oh yeah I’m sure my mom hates boys who fight fuckboys and clean my bloody nose up.”

“I’m sure she’d be proud of her daughter who just rigged the football game.”

“Well what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” Bucky smiled and sat down on the bed. He patted the bed beside him and you laid your head in his lap. He was lazily braiding pieces of your hair.

“Hey Buck.”

“Hey (Y/N).”

“How did you end up in this school?”

“Oh Uh.. my dad was a heavy drinker. One night it got so bad he pulled the rifle of the wall shoved it in his mouth and squeezed the trigger. Mama wasn’t right after that. They put her in the hospital. I still visit her on the holidays. It was either here or the system so I figure this was the best option.”

“I’m sorry Buck.”

“Ah don’t worry about it. I’m okay I promise. That’s why I don’t like drinking, I’m afraid I’ll end up like him. But that’s enough about my parents. What about yours?”

“Well my dad was never around he left when my mom told him she was pregnant. My mom worked odd jobs to make ends meet but now she works for Tony’s dad and wouldn’t have time to do that and school me so she put me here.”

“I’m glad she put you here.” You and Bucky we’re both laying on your sides facing each other.

“Me too...” your face were so close and you could see his gaze shifting between your lips and your eyes. You both leaned in and Wanda kicked open the door with a large pizza, “WE WON!!” Suddenly you and Bucky were pulled back to reality. “Are you okay? We overheard Quill talking to some of his teammates after the game.”

“Oh yeah I’m fine thanks to Bucky.” You took a slice from the box and told them what happened between you and Quill before Bucky showed up.

“I’m glad he got to you in time. How’s your nose?”

“Just a little sore. Did Sam try anything?”

“He tried to follow me but Loki stopped him. So all fuckboys tonight have been avoided.”

You were all sitting and talking when there was a knock on the door. “Who is it this time?” You pushed off the floor and opened the door.

“Hey Stark how can we help you?”

“Seeing as we won the game I just wanted to say thanks for helping me out.”

“It’s no problem man.” Bucky said standing behind you.

“Here.” He held at 150 dollars, “I figure it’s the least I could do.”

“What about the chemistry homework?”

“Call this ‘assuring my future’ Whenever I need ne’er-do-wells to do my bidding you’re just the fuckers I’m gonna call. Welcome to the new Stark enterprise.”

“Rightttt... good night Tony.” Wanda closed the door, “Do you guys just wanna crash here?”

“Uh sure.” Bucky and Loki laid on the floor between your beds. Everyone said their goodnights and passed out.

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#bucky x reader #peggy x steve #tony x stephen #clint x natasha #marvel fanfiction #avengers fanfic #avengers #marvel #avengers high school #high school au #fanfiction

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skeletonscribbles · 7 years ago

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are u doing those prompts? if so how bout "so… did you miss me?" and “why do i love you?" ship of your choice but u know what im gunnin for :)

I am doing prompts, and I can totally deliver you some Reddie :) This one got away from me a little bit (2340 words…not bad, but not gr8 either), but I think it turned out pretty cute all in all, so – here’s this! I call it Mating Season, pure fluff, rated G :)“So…did you miss me?” & “Why do I love you?”

—-“Eds!” Richie Tozier cried out, loud even though he was sitting right next to Eddie on the cramped bus seat. “Eds, Eds, Eds!”

“What?” Eddie snapped, wound up from hours of being jostled. School buses were full of germs, and Eddie was sure he’d contracted at least twenty diseases just from spending fifteen minutes on this yellow death trap. Three hours was unthinkable.

And then, of course, there was the unfortunate matter of his seat partner.

When they’d boarded the buses, Eddie had tried his best to jockey himself into position behind clean, quiet Stan, but Richie had pushed his way in between them at the last second, insisting upon spending the next three hours “as close to [my] Eddie Spaghetti as possible”. Eddie had almost thrown up then and there.

He wasn’t upset about it because he didn’t like Richie. He liked Richie very much - in fact, most of the time he liked Richie enough to ignore his annoying habits, like speaking three decibels louder than was strictly necessary or making crude jokes about sex at inappropriate times.

Lately, though. Lately, sitting next to Richie had thrown him into a weird sort of anxiety spiral, and he wasn’t really sure what was causing it. Ever since last summer, when they’d all done whatever crazy amazing thing they did together (Eddie was fuzzy on the details of it, for some reason), every time Richie’s arm brushed Eddie’s side, or Richie’s thigh pressed against Eddie’s on the bench of the lunch table, Eddie had felt a little bit like he was on fire. He had no idea why, and he wasn’t sure he cared to think long enough on it to find out.

Obviously, then, three hours squished against Richie in a bus seat was nothing short of excruciating.

“It’s mating season,” Richie said gleefully, much to Eddie’s confusion, annoyance, and great embarrassment.

“What are you talking about, dumbass?” Eddie asked. He didn’t have to look in a mirror to know his ears were bright red; he was well aware of all the little ways that his body betrayed him when Richie started in on something like this.

“At the Wildlife Park,” Richie explained, bouncing a little in his seat. “It’s spring. Maybe we’ll get to see some of the animals doin’ it.”

“Gross!” Eddie exclaimed, shoving Richie against the window and wondering why his stomach suddenly felt like it was in his throat. “You’re so gross, Richie, oh my God.”

Richie cackled, grabbing Eddie’s hand and licking it. Eddie shrieked and withdrew, wiping his hand anxiously on Richie’s shirt before drawing it back in.

“I know exactly what moose mating calls sound like, too,” Richie continued, a terrible smile on his face. “I hear them every night when your mom–”

“Shut the fuck up!” Eddie slouched down in the bus seat, livid.

“Aw, Eds,” Richie began, but he was cut off by their science teacher, Mr. Williams.

“All right, we’re just about to the Maine Wildlife Park, so I want to announce the groups for today’s field trip. When you get off the bus, we’ll walk to the water fountain by the Visitor’s Center, you’ll find your chaperone, and you’ll stay with them until we get back on here in the evening. Understood?”

“Understood,” the entire eighth grade mumbled back disjointedly.

“All right.” Mr. Williams looked at his clipboard. “Four groups. First group, you’ll be with me, and that’s Angstrom, Arrowsmith, Bowers, Bowie, Conklin, Corcoran, Denbrough, Dunton, Earl, and Fadden.”

Eddie looked sadly across the aisle at Bill. No friends, and stuck with Henry Bowers? Yikes, alphabetical order had really screwed Bill over.

“Next, with Ms. Marsden: Gordon, Hagarty, Halloran, Hanscom, Hocksetter, Huggins, Jagermeyer, Johnson, Kaspbrak, and Kersh.”

This time, Bill was looking at Eddie sadly. Eddie didn’t have Bowers, but Hocksetter and Huggins together were just as bad. At least he’d have Ben with him…and he would have had their friend Mike, too, but unfortunately Mike’s grandpa had yet to be persuaded to take Mike out of homeschool and put him in the public system. Alas.

Well, at least Ms. Marsden was nice…as language arts teachers went, anyway.

“Third group, with Mr. Doyle: Laurie, Marsh, McCall, Mellon, Mueller, Phillips, Ripsom, Rogan, Rogers, Sadler”

Beverly groaned really loudly from her seat. Mr. Williams shot her an exasperated look, and then continued.

“And finally, with Mrs. Emerson, we have Starrett, Taylor, Tozier, Unwin, Uris, Webb, Winterberger, Wolcott, Wormwood, and Zachariah. Again, find your chaperone when we park and get off the bus. It shouldn’t be more than three minutes, now.” Mr. Williams sat back down, and there was an immediate roar of discontent. No one wanted to be separated from their friends, the Losers least of all.

“I can’t be with Richie,” Stan complained, “he’ll just make jokes about animal genitals all day! I wanted to record the ring-necked pheasants in my bird journal, and I swear, if he ruins it or vandalizes my stuff before we get there–”

“Nerd,” Richie stuck out his tongue at Stan. “Where do birds keep their dicks, anyway? Do birds even have dicks?”

“Cool it, Mr. Tozier,” Mr. Williams warned without turning around.

“Won’t happen again,” Richie called back. This was a very rehearsed line of his, and it was starting to come off as insincere…and it was insincere, but Eddie thought it would benefit Richie to be less obvious about it.

“It’ll happen again within five minutes,” Mr. Williams responded, resigned.

“Yeah, probably.” Richie sank down into the seat, unusually quiet as a sea of angry 13 year old voices rang out around him. Eddie peered at him curiously - usually he’d be more than thrilled to have hours upon hours to grate on Stan’s nerves, but apparently not this time.

“You alright, Rich?” he asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

Richie shrugged. “I wanted to be in your group, is all.”

Oh. Eddie was surprised, and a little flattered - he’d honestly not considered that option.

“Thanks, I think?” Eddie tentatively put a hand on Richie’s forearm, shivering a little at the more intimate contact. “Next time.”

Richie still looked put-out. “I guess.”

Before Eddie knew it, they were being shepherded off of the bus, walking to the fountain meeting place where tour groups departed from, and dragged into their field trip groups. Eddie hadn’t particularly enjoyed sitting next to Richie on the bus, but he found that he missed him in a pretty immediate way once he was gone - especially with the looks that Patrick Hocksetter and Belch Huggins were giving him.

He moved closer to Ben, and hoped for the best.

It didn’t come.

The groups began to move off in separate directions pretty immediately (the Losers had all shared a fair amount of despondent looks amongst each other, and Richie had gone so far as to blow kisses to each of them). Eddie and Ben’s group shuffled off to the left after a young-ish looking red-headed tour guide that looked a little bit like an older version of Bill. Eddie grabbed Ben and tried to push towards the front, both to be able to hear the guide and to be nearer to Ms. Marsden in case anything went awry, but he was stopped by a hand on the back of his collar.

“Going somewhere, fairy boy?” Belch Huggins’ gross breath was unmistakable. Eddie gulped.

“Leave us alone, Belch,” Ben tried, valiant as ever, but he was grabbed in turn by Patrick Hocksetter.

“In the woods, no one can hear you scream,” Patrick said, emotionless in a way that gave Eddie an extreme case of the heebie-jeebies.

“They can see you eat shit, though, so…there’s THAT.” For whatever ungodly reason, Richie was back. He punctuated the last word of his sentence by shoving Patrick off of Ben and into a nearby tree.

Belch turned on Richie as Patrick struggled to right himself, and Eddie stared at the situation, frozen and aghast.

“Trash boy,” Belch growled. “You’re not in this group.”

“I am now,” Richie said, sounding way more confident than he looked, “and if you touch me or Haystack or especially Eds, I’m gonna let the whole eighth grade know the good news about what I caught you and Henry Bowers doing by the field house when I skipped social studies to go smoke, Hocksetter.”

Patrick, who was making his way back over, immediately paled and backed up. “Belch. No-go on this.”

Belch eyed him suspiciously. “Why?”

“No-go,” Patrick insisted, grabbing Belch’s arm. “Let’s go look at some fucking animals or whatever. Shit.”

Belch looked livid, but he moved towards Patrick anyway. “You got off easy this time, Tozier, but next time….look out.”

“Was that a glasses joke?” Richie called out after them, but they were too far away to feel like they had to respond.

Ben, Richie, and Eddie were left staring at each other in silence.

“Well,” said Ben after a long moment, looking between Richie and Eddie knowingly, “I wanna go catch up to Ms. Marsden to see what I missed. I’ll see you guys in a minute.”

“But–” Eddie began to protest, but Ben waved and moved curtly up the path ahead of them, not interested in hearing what Eddie had to say.

That left Eddie alone with Richie. Again.

“So…did you miss me?” Richie asked, grinning sheepishly.

“You weren’t even gone for five minutes,” Eddie said, crossing his arms. “What’s the matter with you?”

Richie shrugged, and shoved his hands in the pockets of his too-baggy cargo shorts. “It’s like I said. I wanted to be in your group.”

Eddie shook his head, absolutely baffled. “Why?”

“The moose enclosure is first for you guys, I think.” Richie changed the subject deftly. “That’s what the guides were muttering to themselves about before we left, anyway. Let’s go check it out.”

“Richie–” Eddie tried again, but Richie had grabbed ahold of his hand and was guiding him firmly towards the moose exhibit, or whatever.

When they finally caught up with the class, they were treated to the sight of exactly….one moose, with a disappointing lack of antlers.

“Moose are usually solitary animals,” the tour guide was explaining, “but during mating season, females swarm around males as a sort of harem.”

Richie squeezed his hand, and Eddie jumped - he’d forgotten that their fingers were still laced together.

“Richie, let go of me.”

“Are you even listening at all?” Richie’s face was alight. “Mating season? Moose harem?”

“When two males are interested in the same female, they’ll usually fight it out, which is pretty intense. Alice here is pretty big, right? Well, male moose are even bigger…and their horns are pretty deadly if used right.” The tour guide gestured to the moose behind him when he said Alice, and Richie bounced excitedly on the balls of his feet.

“Moose fight!”

Eddie tried to tug his hand away, but Richie wasn’t interested in letting go. “Richie, what the fuck?”

The group was moving towards the next exhibit, but Eddie wasn’t interested in moving until he’d gotten an explanation from Richie. This clingy behavior was out of character in a really concerning way. Usually he’d just insult Eddie’s mother, pinch at Eddie’s cheeks and move on, but today…

Well, no, not just today. Now that Eddie was thinking about it, Richie had been touchier than usual for a couple of weeks now - slinging his arm around him at lunch, or pulling him over to sit next to him during movie nights. It was probably just more obvious today, because they weren’t split up by different classes and assigned seats.

What the hell was going on?

“Whaddya mean, Eds?” Richie smiled, but his fingers started to tap against Eddie’s hand in a way that Eddie knew meant that Richie was nervous. (Richie fancied himself a good actor, but Eddie knew him better than anyone, and as such had catalogued all of his little tells.)

“Don’t call me that.” Eddie forcibly yanked his hand out of Richie’s and glared up at him, frowning. “Why have you been acting so weird?”

A little color drained from Richie’s face. “Weird?”

“Yeah, like…touchy and stuff.” Eddie didn’t understand any of what Richie was doing, least of all how nervous he was right now. He looked like Eddie felt around him, nowadays. “What’s up?”

“They’re going to see the swans without us–” Richie tried, but Eddie wasn’t having it.

“Richie.”

“Swans mate for life you know,” Richie said, quiet and unexpectedly sweet. Eddie felt his heart skip in his chest, stared at Richie’s slight frown, disheveled curls, and furrowed eyebrows that were causing his glasses to slip down his nose, and came to a realization that almost made him pass out.

Oh, FUCK.

“Just like me and your mom!” Richie finished, crowing, and Eddie almost screamed.

“Why do I love you?” he blurted, mouth miles ahead of his mind. Immediately, he clapped his hands over his mouth, mortified. Richie stared back at him, mouth hanging open stupidly.

Well, there was that friendship down the tubes.

“Sorry, what now?” Richie asked after a moment of terrible silence.

“Nothing,” Eddie hissed, storming off. “We have to see the swans.”

“Eds, come on!”

“Swans, Richie!”

Richie laughed, surprised and joyful, and followed after Eddie with a gigantic dorky smile on his face.

“We could be swans, you know, Eds,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows exaggeratedly and grabbing Eddie’s hand again. Eddie made no move to pull away this time, though he did make a point of digging his fingernails extra hard into Richie’s hand. (Richie flinched, but did not complain.)“Um, no we couldn’t?” Eddie was so lost in the swirl of feelings and thoughts in his brain that he couldn’t for the life of him understand the meaning of what Richie had said. “What are you talking about?”

“It’s mating season,” Richie said simply, and Eddie shoved him into a bush.

It was going to be a long, strange day, followed by a long, strange bus ride home.

Eddie found himself looking forward to it.

#reddie #reddie fanfic #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #bill denbrough #beverly marsh #ben hanscom #stanley uris #no mike in this one sorry :( homeschool bby #loser's club #it 2017 #it movie #stephen king's it #canon compliant #boys are 13 but there's nothin' rlly goin on it's just sweet #ask

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thelastspeecher · 7 years ago

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Spy au where they discover that the person who de-aged them is a weird teacher so they go undercover into a middle school (13 yr/o Stangie here) to kick the peron's ass and to change them back?

I went with a slightly different direction here, but it’s still spy Stangie undercover at a middle school to get evidence on a teacher, so... Also, I went way overboard. Almost 3k words. Whoops.

Stan eyed the table standing beforehim and Angie.

“Uh, this looks pretty differentfrom the gear you usually give us for missions,” he said slowly. “Where are the high-tech tiny devices and catsuits?”

“I’m confused as well,” Angie putin. She picked up the yellow T-shirt infront of her. There was a picture of ahorse wearing a flower crown on it. “These are way too small ferus to wear. What’s goin’ on?”

“The two of you have beenassigned to a special mission,” Ford said, standing in front of them, his handsclasped behind his back.

“Did you get a promotion orsomethin’?” Stan asked. Ford shook hishead. “Then why are you debriefingus? You’re not our handler.”

“For this assignment, I’ll beyour handler,” Ford corrected him. Stancrossed his arms.

“Why this mission?”

“Because of its nature. Now, if you’ll let me explain?”

“Yeah, sure,” Stan said, waving ahand. Ford cleared his throat.

“You’ll be going undercover not ata casino or gala, but at a middle school.”

“A teacher, huh?” Stan said,nodding slowly. “I think I could handlethat.”

“No, not as teachers,” Fordsaid. “Students.” Stan and Angie’s mouths dropped open. “We’ve received reports that a local middleschool history teacher is a member of the global black market that deals instolen artifacts. We need you two tocollect evidence.”

“I have questions,” Angieinterjected.

“I knew you would.”

“Why can’t we be teachers?” Angieasked.

“The teacher, a Mr. Jones, wouldbe suspicious of two new teachers transferring in the middle of the school year. While two students transferring at this pointin the semester would similarly be strange, no one would suspect them of beingspies.”

“Why us?” Stan asked.

“The three of us are the onlyoperatives who know each other’s real names. And a bare minimum of three operatives are needed for this mission: twoto go undercover and collect evidence, and one to handle the undercoveroperatives.”

“By handle,” Angie started, “youmean…”

“The typical handlerresponsibilities. Keep track of theoperatives and guide them through the mission. In addition, the handler will need to pose as the guardian for theoperatives.”

“Um, ‘pose as guardian’?” Angiesaid. Ford nodded.

“That brings me to the keydifference between this mission and all others you have gone on before. You’ll be thirteen, and as such, to prevent awell-meaning teacher from intervening, someone needs to pretend to be yourguardian.”

“What do you mean, we’ll bethirteen?” Stan asked.

“As you know, our organizationdoes extensive research in biochemistry. A serum was created by our R&D team that will revert your bodiesback to thirteen years of age. Middle-school age. At theconclusion, you’ll be returned to your appropriate age, but for the duration ofthe mission, you’ll be teenagers again.”

“You’re kidding,” Stan saidflatly. Ford shook his head.

“I assure you, I’m not. The organization has rented out a housespecifically for us to all reside in for the duration of the mission. There are false identities developed, alongwith the paperwork to back our claims up.”

“My fam’ly will miss me,” Angiesaid.

“We have that covered,” Fordsaid.

“Okay. Howdo ya have that covered?” Angie pressed. Ford shrugged.

“You don’t need to be concernedabout that at this point in time.”

“That’s comfortin’,” Angiemuttered sarcastically. Ford placed twoshot glasses on the table, each filled with a red liquid.

“Drink these and we will finishthe debriefing.”

“I assume this is what’s gonnaturn us into kids?” Stan asked. Fordnodded. Stan sighed and picked up one ofthe shot glasses. Angie picked up theother. “Cheers,” Stan said, clinking hisglass against Angie’s.

“Cheers,” Angie said. They both downed the drinks.

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Ford pulled into a parking spotand turned off the car.

“Thank god,” Stan, sittingshotgun, muttered. “That music wasdriving me crazy. Why couldn’t we listento classic rock, huh?”

“That’s not what the averagemiddle schooler listens to,” Ford said, frowning at him. Stan crossed his arms and looked awayhuffily. “At least you’ve settled intothe appropriate behaviors, even if you haven’t quite engrossed yourself in theright pop culture.”

“Are ya sure these clothes arewhat kids wear nowadays, Ford?” Angie piped up from the back seat. Ford turned around.

“I may be pretending to have ason that is thirteen, but there are people in the organization that actuallyhave children of that age. There’s noneed to worry about sticking out. We didour research.” Angie nodded, a nervousair about her.

“That research didn’t include howto make a braid, huh?” Stan said snidely. Ford scowled. That morning,before they could leave, Angie had needed help braiding her hair, which nowstretched halfway down her back. Aftermultiple failed attempts, Ford finally looked up instructions on the internet.

“Quiet.”

“Hey, I’m just being a teenager.”

“Hmph.” Ford drummed his fingers on the steeringwheel. “Before we go inside, tell me whoyou are.”

“Eleanora Hawkins,” Angie said,“but I go by Ellie. I have two sisterswho still live in my hometown of North Platte, Nebraska. Our mom got them in the divorce, our dad gotme. He decided to move to San Diego fora fresh start. His job, consultant,keeps him busy, so his friend from college keeps an eye on me while he’s atwork.” Ford nodded.

“Good work, Ellie.” Ford looked at Stan. “And you?” Stan sighed and slumped back in his seat. He scratched at his cheek, where to hisconsternation, he had already developed a few pimples.

“Logan Peterson. San Diego native, but my dad homeschooled mefor my whole life. He was worried aboutthe school system failing me like it failed him. Today is my first day of public school ever,and is only happening because my dad’s college friend convinced him to let mego to school with Ellie, so that she wouldn’t be alone.”

“Excellent, Logan.”

“Thanks, Dad,” Stanmuttered. Ford rolled his eyes.

“My name is Aaron Peterson. I have a thirteen-year-old son named Logan,who was born while I was still in high school. His mother and I separated when he was five, and she gladly gaveparental rights to me. My job, freelancewriting, gives me more free time than my good college friend who recently movedto San Diego with his daughter, Ellie. As such, I keep an eye on Ellie regularly.” Ford looked at Stan and Angie. “Let’s go to school.”

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Angie swallowed nervously as sheand Stan followed the helpful school secretary to their classroom. Catching onto her nerves, Stan winked ather. She managed a small smile back.

“Here we are!” the secretarychirped cheerfully, coming to a stop in front of a door. The secretary knocked and entered. “Sorry to interrupt, Dave,” the secretarysaid apologetically. The teacher at thefront of the room waved a hand.

“It’s no problem. What’s going on?”

“You have two new studentstransferring today.”

“In the middle of the semester?”

“Well, Ellie here only just movedto San Diego with her dad,” the secretary said, nodding at Angie. “And her dad convinced Logan’s dad to allowhim to come to school with her.” Stannodded silently when his false name was mentioned. “Isn’t that sweet?”

“I suppose. Are the two of you friends?” the teacherasked.

“Yes,” Angie and Stan saidtogether.

“Good. Then you won’t mind sitting next to eachother in class,” the teacher said. “Thanks,Sarah, I can handle it from here.” Thesecretary nudged Stan and Angie into the classroom and closed the door. “I’m Mr. Jones, the history teacher,” theteacher said with a smile. “How aboutyou introduce yourselves to the class?”

“Do we have to?” Angie askedquietly. Stan elbowed her. “My- my name’s Ellie Hawkins. I’m from North Platte, Nebraska.” Mr. Jones nodded.

“And you, young man?”

“Logan Peterson. My dad’s friends with Ellie’s dad. Mr. Hawkins finally got my dad to stophomeschooling me.”

“Well, I hope you enjoy publicschool, Mr. Peterson.” Stanshrugged. “The two of you can sit at thefront of the room, right there.” Mr.Jones gestured towards two desks by the wall. Angie and Stan walked over to their desks. Mr. Jones resumed the lesson.

About five minutes later, Stanrealized there was a lot of noise coming from Angie’s desk. He glanced over. Instead of sitting quietly and taking carefulnotes like they had planned, she was fidgeting obsessively and loudly, clickinga pen and tapping her foot against the ground.

“Ellie!” Stan hissed. Angie didn’t seem to hear him.

“Miss Hawkins!” Mr. Jones saidsharply. Angie snapped toattention. “I don’t know how they dothings in Nebraska, but here, we don’t allow students to be so disruptive.”

“S-sorry, Mr. Jones,” Angie saidin a quiet voice. Ten minutes afterthat, Angie got caught not focusing. Instead of taking notes, she was staring out the window. The bell rang in the middle of Mr. Jonestelling Angie that if he caught her being disruptive again, she’d getdetention. Stan hung back while the restof the students left the classroom for lunch, waiting for Angie’s scolding tobe finished. He pretended to beinterested in a poster on the wall.

“You should try to be more like yourfriend Logan,” Mr. Jones said. Stan’seyes widened. “He’s been a model studentso far.”

“Yes, Mr. Jones,” Angie said in adefeated tone. Mr. Jones sighed.

“I hate to be so hard on you whenit’s your first day. But I have a verystrict policy about disruptive students.” Angie nodded woodenly. “Now, goto lunch. Logan’s waiting for you.”

“Yes, Mr. Jones,” Angie saidagain. She grabbed her bag and joinedStan at the classroom door. The twoexited together. Stan grabbed Angie’sarm and pulled her away from the crowd of students swarming the hallway, to asecluded area by a rarely-used staircase.

“What the hell was that, Ellie?” Stan hissed. Angie sniffed loudly. “Are you really gonna cry right now?”

“I can’t help it,” Angiewhispered, her voice thick from holding back tears. “I- I had a really rough time in school. A lot of bad memories are getting broughtup.”

“Hey, I didn’t have the best teenexperience either. But I’m sticking tothe plan. Remember, you’re the goldenkid, I’m the bad one.”

“I tried to behave!”

“Didn’t look like it.”

“Well, Logan,” Angie said, “that’s why I had issues in school. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t focus,I couldn’t stay quiet. I only got itunder control my senior year of high school.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t know that I’d losecontrol again! It’s been years sincethat nonsense caused me trouble.” Angiewiped the tears from her cheeks. “I’mcompromising the mission, aren’t I?”

“No, I- I think we can savethis,” Stan said quietly. “The teachercalled me a model student.”

“Yeah.”

“What if we swap methods?” Stansuggested. Angie stared at him. “I’ll be the teacher’s pet, so that he’ll askme to help in the classroom and I can look for the stolen artifacts. You be the troublemaker and get detention, sothat you get left alone in the room and can look.” After a moment, Angie nodded.

“Okay. We’ll have to tell your dad.” Stan frowned at her. “Y’know, Mr. Peterson?”

“Oh. Yeah. We’ll have to tell my dad.” Stangrimaced. “That’s gonna be a tough coverto keep.”

“I might have fallen back into myold behaviors, but at least my brother doesn’t have to pretend to be myfather,” Angie said cheerfully. Stanrolled his eyes. “We should probably goto lunch.”

“Yeah. Mingle and shi- stuff like that. Pretend to be normal teenagers.”

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Angie and Stan walked into thekitchen, where Ford was sitting at the table, reading a newspaper. Ford looked up.

“How did the study session withBrook and Tom go?”

“I mean, as well as a studysession over material I’ve known fer years could go,” Angie said, slipping backinto her southern accent.

“I know that it’s aggravating togo through these things again, but it’s also necessary,” Ford said. “You two have to keep up appearances. Remind me to thank Brook’s mom for droppingyou off.”

“Yup,” Stan said, sitting downand propping his feet on top of the table.

“Feet off the table,” Ford said.

“Nope,” Stan replied. Ford sighed quietly. “Oh, and, uh, we did run into a bit of asnag.” Ford put down his newspaper.

“What’s going on?”

“Y’know how we ended up switchin’our methods?” Angie said, taking a seat at the table next to Stan. Ford nodded. “Well…” She slid a piece of paperover to Ford. Ford picked it up.

“They want to see Ellie Hawkins’father about her disruptive behavior in class,” Ford said slowly. Angie nodded. Ford smiled at her. “No need toworry. After you and Stan swappedmethods, we prepared for this eventuality.”

“Whattaya mean?” Stan asked.

“Mr. Hawkins is in the houseright now,” Ford said. “Cecil, would youmind coming in here?” Stan and Angie’sjaws dropped at the sight of the man who walked into the kitchen.

“Did I hear that right?”Fiddleford McGucket asked. “My darlingdaughter’s been causing trouble?”

“Wha- how-” Angie stammered.

“Apparently, Fiddleford wasactually a member of the R&D team that developed the de-aging serum,” Fordexplained. “When I told HQ that you twohad switched methods, they immediately set about finding someone who could poseas Ellie’s father. Who better to do thatthan Angie’s older brother? There’sclearly a family resemblance.”

“Yeah, I don’t think anyone wouldtry to claim those two aren’t related,” Stan said. He grinned at Angie. “Guess you’re stuck in the same boat as me,Ellie.” His voice cracked on Angie’sfake name. “Dammit.”

“I knew what the serum did, sinceI helped make it, but dang,” Fiddleford said, shaking his head. “This is ten flavors of strange.”

“At least you get to stay thesame age fer this mission,” Angie muttered. Stan nodded.

“Yeah, you’re not covered in zits. Your voice isn’t cracking every other word.”

“You don’t have homework, or aset bedtime. You don’t have to deal witha bunch of middle schoolers each day,” Angie added. She scowled. “I don’t get paid enough to get hit on by children.”

“Wait, what?” Fiddlefordsaid.

“Both Stan and Angie have beencomplaining about their classmates approaching them in a…romantic manner,” Fordsaid.

“I’ve lost track of how manytimes random teenage boys have asked me if it’s okay for them to ask out Ellie,”Stan said. “People think we’re dating.”

“But…you are,” Fiddlefordinterjected.

“Those middle schoolers don’tneed to know,” Angie said.

“They might stop hittin’ on you ifya told ‘em.”

“No, Stan and Angie wereinstructed to pretend to be friends and nothing more,” Ford said. “Most thirteen-year-olds aren’t in romanticrelationships. They need to pretend tobe an average person of their biological age.” Stan picked up the spoon Ford had used to stir his coffee and squintedat his reflection in it. He went to popone of the pimples on his forehead. Fordtook the spoon away. “Stan, I told youto stop picking at the acne. That justmakes it last longer. Wait for the creamI purchased to do its job. It certainlyworked for Angie.”

“Angie had like, two zits. I look like a damn pepperoni pizza,” Stangriped. “Greasy and covered in redspots.” Fiddleford sat down at the tablewith the others. “You can tell the restof your team that the serum works perfectly. Angie and I are exactly likewe were when we were thirteen.”

“It’s been…interesting,” Fordsaid carefully. “No one expected the serumto work this well.”

“‘Interesting’ is code for ‘hell’,”Stan said. “It’s been hell. For everyone involved. Angie and I are stuck in weird, sweaty, teenagebodies, and Ford has to watch two hormonal thirteen-year-olds.”

“You still have yer adultminds. It can’t be that-” Fiddlefordstarted.

“No, Stan’s right,” Fordsaid. He grimaced. “It’s been hell.”

#there are SO many awesome things to do with this prompt #it was so much fun I couldn't stop writing aljsdfnaskjd #Ford watching Teen Stangie?#so much Potential #Spy AU #Stanley Pines #Angie McGucket #Stanford Pines #Fiddleford McGucket #ficlet #my writing #ask #nour386

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Public Schools in Need of Prayer and Missionaries

"I am much afraid that schools will prove to be the great gates of hell unless they diligently labor in explaining the Holy Scriptures, engraving them in the hearts of youth. I advise no one to place his child where the scriptures do not reign paramount. Every institution in which men are not increasingly occupied with the Word of God must become corrupt." - Martin Luther

1. In Need of Prayer

Since 1962 the Supreme Court is heading down this culturally corrosive anti-prayer path. Among others, the High School sports events have been on target. Those events usually start with the national anthem and then a prayer that goes over the loudspeakers. These invocations to Almighty God often include a supplication for fair sportsmanship. This truly is needed in today's corrupt, money-mad world of sports.

The author gladly remembers a High School football game in Westmoreland, TN. It was the first football game I ever attended. It was a wonderful thing and, most of all, I appreciate that they still kept praying. My spirit was moved when I heard people pray and saw the football players bow their head. This is the way it ought to be. NO PRAY, NO PLAY!

The hypocrisy of the Supreme Court's anti-prayer obsession becomes apparent when it is compared to the court's approval of many anti-biblical and morally depraved school policies. That point was underscored on September 1st when, prior to the school's first home football game of the season, Principal Jody McLoud of ROANE COUNTY PRIMARY AND HIGH SCHOOL in KINGSTON, TENNESSEE, read a brief statement over the public address system. Here is what he had to say:

"It has always been the custom at Roane County High School football games to say a prayer and play the National Anthem to honor God and Country. Due to a recent ruling by the Supreme Court, I am told that saying a prayer is a violation of Federal Case Law. As I understand the law at this time, I can use this public facility to approve of sexual perversion and call it an alternate lifestyle and if someone is offended, that's okay. I can use it to condone sexual promiscuity by dispensing condoms and call it safe sex. If someone is offended, that's okay. I can even use this public facility to present the merits of killing an unborn baby as a viable means of birth control. If someone is offended, no problem. I can designate a school day as earth day and involve students in activities to religiously worship and praise the goddess, Mother Earth, and call it ecology. I can use literature, videos and presentations in the classrooms that depict people with strong, traditional, Christian convictions as simple-minded and ignorant and call it enlightenment. However, if anyone uses this facility to honor God and ask Him to bless this event with safety and good sportsmanship, Federal Case Law is violated/ This appears to be at best, inconsistent and at worst, hypocritical. Apparently, we are to be tolerant of everything and everyone except God and His Commandments. Nevertheless, as a school principal, I frequently ask staff and students to abide by rules with which they do not necessarily agree. For me to do otherwise would be, at best, inconsistent and at worst, hypocritical. I suffer from that affliction enough unintentionally. I certainly do not need to add an intentional transgression. For this reason, I shall, "render unto Caesar that which is Caesar's," and refrain from praying at this time. However, if you feel inspired to honor, praise and thank God, and ask Him in the name of Jesus to bless this event, please feel free to do so. As far as I know, that's not against the law yet."

Principal McLoud aptly summarized the dilemma that he and other educators face as they strive to cope with the increasingly anti-Christian tropism of our government schools. Asked about the response to his comments, he said that most of those in attendance, including members of both teams, "were appreciative, and... responded with applause." Asked if there were any boos, he recalled, "No. None whatsoever," adding that the "responses that I've gotten from all over the country... have been overwhelmingly positive." Indeed, of the 300-500 communications he had received, only four or five were negative in tone..

The New School Prayer

Now I sit me down in school where praying is against the rule. For this great nation under God finds mention of Him very odd. If Scripture now the class recites, it violates the Bill of Rights. And anytime my head I bow becomes a Federal matter now. Our hair can be purple, orange or green, that's no offense; it's a freedom scene. The law is specific, the law is precise. Prayers spoken aloud are a serious vice. For praying in a public hall, might offend someone with no faith at all. In silence alone we must meditate, God's name is prohibited by the state. We're allowed to cuss and dress like freaks, and pierce our noses, tongues and cheeks. They've outlawed guns, but FIRST the Bible. To quote the Good Book makes me liable. We can elect a pregnant Senior Queen, and the 'unwed daddy' our Senior King. It's "inappropriate" to teach right from wrong. We're taught that such "judgments" do not belong. We can get our condoms and birth control, study witchcraft, vampires and totem poles. But the Ten Commandments are not allowed, it's scary here I must confess, when chaos reigns the school's a mess. So, Lord, this silent plea I make: Should I be shot; My soul please take! Amen!

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2. In Need of Missionaries

If God calls missionaries to far away countries, do you think He is unable to send a missionary to a public school in the US? I would like to ask every Christian school student: Have you been born again? If you have been born again, has the Lord ever put on your heart to take a stand for Him at school? Is the Lord calling you to be an ambassador for Christ at your school?

While many Christian families homeschool their children, there are still many Christian students in public school. Those should think of themselves as "Missionaries to the Public School Systems". They can use class discussions to proclaim Biblical views. They can use debate classes to speak up for Christ, for the word of God, etc. That what Apollos did in Acts 18:24-28. They can use writing assignments to research subjects according to the Bible and back it up with data from Christian publications, organizations, etc. If you are a student at a public school, have you ever prayed and asked the Lord for wisdom how to turn a situation in school into a witnessing opportunity? You can witness in so many ways! Here are some suggestions:

Modest apparel.

You can already witness for Christ with the way you dress. In schools many teenagers dress in very worldly and lust-provoking ways. They are addicted to brand-name clothes. Their hair looks untidy and weird. If you, as a child of God, come to school in a clean and modest appearance, they will know the difference. Click here to read up on modest apparel. It doesn't matter whether your school has a dress code or not. The Bible has a dress code. As a guideline I give you the dress code of a church camp. "No shorts anytime. Boys must wear decent pants and shirts. Girls must wear modest dresses or skirts (below the knee). No sleeveless tops, no jeans, no inappropriate slits, no tight fits. For appropriate activities, boys may wear sweatpants and girls may wear below the knee culottes, capris, or wind pants."

Teach your teacher!

Public schools are full of wrong or antichristian teachings. As a Christian you know that you don't really have to pay attention to evolution, sex education or attempts to rewrite America's history and strip it from Christian heritage. First of all, when it comes to sex education, try to leave the class. Walk out. It is offensive, wicked, opposed to your belief in chastity, temperance and marriage. Provide other students with tracts or information material that gives the Biblical perspective on that issue. Be prepared to stand up and tell your teacher that you disagree with him. Be ready to give him an answer. Read 1 Peter 3:15! Yes, you can teach your teacher. The teacher is not an all-wise god. He is only human. Modern public school teachers are often leaning toward the left, toward liberalism and through the NEA they are indoctrinated in radical antichristian thought.

Assignment: Read Psalm 119:97-104. Question: What does it say about your teacher when it comes to Bible issues?

Your answer: ________________________________

Here is a situation I faced in my school. The teacher gave us a text with a news report. The news report was about a conservative politician who compared the number of abortions with the Holocaust. As a politically correct teacher he was outraged by the article and our homework was to write a comment about the politician's "inappropriate" statement. So when I was home I grabbed some pro-life literature I got earlier from a Christian ministry and wrote an essay that gives the exact numbers of aborted babies in the US since 1973. I described the brutal procedure of abortions in detail. I added pictures of aborted babies. I closed with the statement that I fully support the politician's statement because of the evidence I provided. I gave a short statement about legislative work to put an end to legalized abortion on demand. The number of US abortions outreach the number of Holocaust victims by far. I got to read my homework in school. The teacher was outraged and flabbergasted because I presented the Christian pro-life perspective. I backed it up with scripture, evidence and photos! That was powerful! I hope you get many opportunities like that!

Exposing Evolution

You can really start teaching your teacher and classmates when it comes to evolution. If you are saved and live a Christian life, you have come to believe in the Biblical account of creation. No amount of public school teaching can change you, influence you or get you to change your mind. Your primary allegiance is to Jesus Christ. Not to public school. You have come to put more confidence in your pastor than in your teacher. I was really blessed by a gospel tract that tells about a professor who thought we came from monkeys, until a student proved evolution was a lie. That student can be YOU. That tract is available here: Big Daddy, Jack Chick.

Here are some other suggestions for student missionaries to public schools:

Invite students to meetings at your church.

Give students and teachers gospel tracts.

Stay away from bad people. Turn away. Don't listen to them.

Don't be forced into a clique. Resist group or peer pressure. Be independent. Dare to be different. As Christians we are separated.

Stay away from the drug, rock and rap subculture. Iwould rather listen to the roar of a jet engine than worldly music. If someone were to offer me drugs, I'd turn the person immediately over to the police. I never had one desirem craving or not the least thought of getting into that. I just said NO just like former President Reagan suggested.

Refuse to participate in occult activities such as meditation, yoga, etc.

Make your local church a priority. Not school clubs, associations, etc. All this is for selfish vainglory anyway.

Christians do not participate nor endorse such foolish school activities such as dance, cheerleading, dating, making an idol out of sports, etc. That's not what it's about. You live for Jesus and all you do at school is learn. The rest is a waste of time.

When students can suggest what kind of books can be read during lessons, suggest Christian books. Same goes for music!

If you can, eat breakfast & lunch at home. We don't need to be locked up in a school compound all day like a bunker.

When you can choose a destination for a field trip, suggest a Christian monument or historic site.

Tell other students or teachers about this website.

Remember the fruit of the Spirit in Galatians 5:22,23. Let the other students pick some fruit off you. The fruit of the Spirit are not only for you to enjoy, but mainly for the Lord and for others around you.

If you are not busy (maybe because a class was cancelled) use the time to study your Bible.

Use writing assignments to refine your Christian writing skills. Use your pen as a sharp sword of truth. Eph. 6:18. If you have to make a speech, speak up for Jesus.

In history classes, try to point to quotes from America's founders that profess faith in God.

Join the work of Child Evangelism Fellowship or Good News Club and other school based discipleship groups.

Create a demand for righteousness. Bringing prayer and Bible reading is not a demand of right-wing politicians. You the student must demand it urgently and persistenly and consistently. You want to see fellow students saved and get out of the worldliness. You demand school prayer. You demand creation. You demand intelligent design. You demand abstinence education. It's a marketplace of ideas controlled by supply and demand. Are you demanding the things of God?

And if you ever need to use a Webster's dictionary at school, I suggest you use the original Noah Webster's 1828 Dictionary which has its definitions taken from a Biblical worldview. Today's dictionaries are from a humanistic standpoint. It really helps define words for their real meaning. That might be crucial in school. Try to get this dictionary: Webster's 1828 dictionary.

These are just a few suggestions of what a missionary to the public schools can do. If you are prayerful, you might find many, many more suggestions. Parents, churches and Christian organizations and ministries try to change schools, but as of now there is an antichristian onslaught in America's public schools. The examples are too numerous to mention. The free expression of faith is being suppressed. But the real key to impacting the schools for Christ is the student. The Christian student who will no longer compromise. The Christian student who will take a stand. The Christian student who wants to be a warrior for Christ rather than a wimp. The Christian student who will say goodbye to dead Sunday-morning churchianity, but will rather live for the Lord seriously 24/7 with the word of God as his final authority. The Christian student who will not allow himself to be brought under the power of liberal lies, secularism, humanistic deception and wicked peer pressure. It's all about putting Christ first!

Dear Christian student,

is the Lord calling you to the mission field of America's public school system? If Christ really lives within you, then He goes with you when you go to school every morning. Go into all the world and preach the gospel unto every creature. Have you ever prayed for the mission field of the public schools? You don't have to go to China, India or Malawi. You might have to go to your school and introduce Christ to the multitudes of the lost students and teachers. Rescue the perishing! How will you answer the call?

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ar3volut1on · 8 years ago

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I want to talk tonight about the beginning and the end. Because God tells us right from the get go in Gen. 3 what is going to come upon this world as declared in Isaiah.

Declaring the end from the beginning, and from ancient times the things that are not yet done, saying, My counsel shall stand, and I will do all my pleasure: Isaiah 46:10

So let’s go to Genesis and look again at the fall, a specific part of the story always stand out to me calling me to dig deeper and really search out the meaning of the thing.

And the LORD God said unto the serpent, Because thou hast done this, thou art cursed above all cattle, and above every beast of the field; upon thy belly shalt thou go, and dust shalt thou eat all the days of thy life: And I will put enmity between thee and the woman, and between thy seed and her seed; it shall bruise thy head, and thou shalt bruise his heel. Unto the woman he said, I will greatly multiply thy sorrow and thy conception; in sorrow thou shalt bring forth children; and thy desire shall be to thy husband, and he shall rule over thee. Genesis 3:14-16

The imagery used there is plain, a woman, seeds, etc. but it is also so very important. See I know that the seed of the woman here was Jesus our Lord and Savior who bruised the head of the serpent when he conquered death by resurrecting from the grave three days after being crucified. Because he lives we have the blessed hope of eternal life, bodily resurrection also. But it also feels like that is only part of the story here in Genesis like there is an underlying meaning that will only make sense when we are given more information. Kinda like a cliffhanger story where you have to wait till next week to find out the ending. So I ponder it over sometimes. Last night I found a video series on YouTube that dealt with this very issue. The series is God’s Roadmap to the End if you want to check into it. It is very enlightening and insightful, but fair warning they use computer generated voices so it is a little bland to listen to, ignore that and persevere you will not be sorry you did.

Anyway they link the Genesis passage to Rev. 12 1-6 and when they dd it was such a click moment. Like oh ok, makes sense. The missing information was there all along, well maybe not all along since it is at the very end of the New Testament but you get my point. This time though instead of a earthly prophecy like in Genesis we are given a prophetic sign to look for in the heavens. Here we again have the woman this time clothed with the sun, I never quite understood that, how’s a woman wear the sun, but hang in here, she will be in about 5 months or so, wearing a crown of 12 stars with moon under here feet and about to give birth. Okay that’s a lot to take in already and that’s just verses 1 & 2.

And there appeared a great wonder in heaven; a woman clothed with the sun, and the moon under her feet, and upon her head a crown of twelve stars: And she being with child cried, travailing in birth, and pained to be delivered. Revelation 12:1-2

As if the woman isn’t enough we have another wonder appearing – a great red dragon with seven heads and ten horns and seven crowns. Okay that sounds basically like the antichrist, I’ve spent a lot of time studying the end since I feel we are nearing the midnight hour of time, that I will see my sweet Lord very soon when he returns for his bride. I feel even more sure now after linking these two prophecies with what I have learned from the video I mentioned.

Which just happens to be supported by some of the things my son has been learning during his astronomy studies during school, one of the beauties of homeschooling is that our whole family is involved in learning together, it’s not just something he is sent away for 9 hours a day to the local indoctrination center to do. No, instead learning occurs with God as the center of all things and it truly is a family thing. I have become fascinated with astronomy as I have gone over the materials with my kid. Anyway, by participating in his studies of the planets over the last several weeks when we got to the outer ones Neptune and Pluto we ran across several sources mentioning that there has been a pull on the orbit of these planets, that there might be another planet out there at the very edge with a weird orbit. The orbital plane is more tilted than Pluto’s and it is a long elliptical that swings it around the sun quite close, sorta inside the orbits of the other planets. The sun isn’t the center of it’s orbit like all the other planets but it’s more like the whole solar system is. They thing the planet takes something around 2,000 years to complete it’s orbit so it has never been observed. But using the same methods used to predict and locate the other outer planets they are fairly certain it exists, which means it is on it’s way back into the inner solar system. They go into much more detail in the second series of the videos if you want to look into it but basically this Niburu / Planet X we keep hearing about is it and it’s coming soon. It also happens to be covered in a dust cloud making it invisible to any but infrared telescopes (which have not been around very long, less than 100 years), the very same type of telescopes that many of the nations have been installing on Antarctica in recent years. Which just happens to be the best location to view it when it finally comes into view, since it’s long elliptical orbit tilts down below the plane of the solar system. Nasa has reported on this several times in the past 40 years but currently has removed the records from their online archives, apologizing for any inconvenience this may have caused. Highly suspect if you ask me considering what this thing is, where we stand in prophecy and time, and the fact that what this thing is bringing is not good.

And there appeared another wonder in heaven; and behold a great red dragon, having seven heads and ten horns, and seven crowns upon his heads. And his tail drew the third part of the stars of heaven, and did cast them to the earth: and the dragon stood before the woman which was ready to be delivered, for to devour her child as soon as it was born. Revelation 12:3-4

This beast is going to attempt to devour the child, but don’t worry it won’t. Nope God’s gonna catch it up to him until the due time. The woman mean while is going to flee until the man child returns in 1,260 days, that’s 3 1/2 years, the exact time allotted for the Great Tribulation or God’s pouring out of wrath upon an unrepentant, rejecting, unsaved world.

And she brought forth a man child, who was to rule all nations with a rod of iron: and her child was caught up unto God, and to his throne. And the woman fled into the wilderness, where she hath a place prepared of God, that they should feed her there a thousand two hundred and threescore days. Revelation 12:5-6

I know you guys are thinking enough already get to the point woman! The point is that the sign given in Rev. 12 will appear in exact configuration on Sept. 23, 2017. This sign has only appeared in this exact, precise way one other time according to the available star charting programs working backwards. That time was Aug. 5, 3915 BC, now when we calculate that up knowing that this sign will appear on September 23 this year using a lunar year of 360 days which is the year God gives us and the Israelite’s use, we see that the first appearance occurred 6,017 years ago! Think about that, the exact age for the earth given in scripture. The precise date is probably the date that the original Genesis prophecy was given even. Think about this, if the sign we are to watch for that foretells the events that are to come, the events that are the end, is occurring in a few months then folks we are running out of time! If you are not saved then please, please, please I can not urge you enough to get to know Jesus and make him your personal Lord and Savior before it is too late. Trust me when I say you do not want to face what is coming without being secure in your eternal salvation. You don’t – there’s a very good reason Jesus said that God will shorten those days or there would be no flesh left upon the earth. They will be horrible, worse than anything we can even imagine. Just read the rest of Revelation and see what I mean. God is going to pour out his wrath on the world that has turned it’s back on him, thumbed it’s nose at him, rejected him and he is going to use the Antichrist, Satan and even the signs in the heaven to do it. Heaven help all who are unsaved when he does.

For the wrath of God is revealed from heaven against all ungodliness and unrighteousness of men, who hold the truth in unrighteousness; Because that which may be known of God is manifest in them; for God hath shewed it unto them. For the invisible things of him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even his eternal power and Godhead; so that they are without excuse: Because that, when they knew God, they glorified him not as God, neither were thankful; but became vain in their imaginations, and their foolish heart was darkened. Professing themselves to be wise, they became fools, And changed the glory of the uncorruptible God into an image made like to corruptible man, and to birds, and fourfooted beasts, and creeping things. Wherefore God also gave them up to uncleanness through the lusts of their own hearts, to dishonour their own bodies between themselves: Who changed the truth of God into a lie, and worshipped and served the creature more than the Creator, who is blessed for ever. Amen. For this cause God gave them up unto vile affections: for even their women did change the natural use into that which is against nature: And likewise also the men, leaving the natural use of the woman, burned in their lust one toward another; men with men working that which is unseemly, and receiving in themselves that recompence of their error which was meet. And even as they did not like to retain God in their knowledge, God gave them over to a reprobate mind, to do those things which are not convenient; Being filled with all unrighteousness, fornication, wickedness, covetousness, maliciousness; full of envy, murder, debate, deceit, malignity; whisperers, Backbiters, haters of God, despiteful, proud, boasters, inventors of evil things, disobedient to parents, Without understanding, covenantbreakers, without natural affection, implacable, unmerciful: Who knowing the judgment of God, that they which commit such things are worthy of death, not only do the same, but have pleasure in them that do them. Romans 1:18-32

But fornication, and all uncleanness, or covetousness, let it not be once named among you, as becometh saints; Neither filthiness, nor foolish talking, nor jesting, which are not convenient: but rather giving of thanks. For this ye know, that no whoremonger, nor unclean person, nor covetous man, who is an idolater, hath any inheritance in the kingdom of Christ and of God. Let no man deceive you with vain words: for because of these things cometh the wrath of God upon the children of disobedience. Ephesians 5:3-6

See I happen to believe in the rapture and that it will occur before the pouring out of wrath. It makes sense that before the powers of evil can be totally released to have dominion for a short, praise God short, spell then the restraining power of the Holy Spirit has to be gone from the earth. That’s the Church folks, that’s those who are true believers, and I believe he will snatch or catch us away before the coming terrors upon the world, that we would not suffer God’s wrath. This is taken straight from scripture :

and to wait for his Son from heaven, whom he raised from the dead, Jesus who delivers us from the wrath to come. 1 Thessalonians 1:10

Because you have kept my word about patient endurance, I will keep you from the hour of trial that is coming on the whole world, to try those who dwell on the earth. Revelation 3:10

See, when Jesus died and was resurrected it ushered in the Church age and at that point, specifically in 70AD, he stopped dealing with Israel as they suffered a long diaspora foretold by the many prophets of the Old Testament as well as by Jesus himself. This is the gap in Danial’s 70 weeks.

“Seventy weeks are decreed about your people and your holy city, to finish the transgression, to put an end to sin, and to atone for iniquity, to bring in everlasting righteousness, to seal both vision and prophet, and to anoint a most holy place. Know therefore and understand that from the going out of the word to restore and build Jerusalem to the coming of an anointed one, a prince, there shall be seven weeks. Then for sixty-two weeks it shall be built again with squares and moat, but in a troubled time. And after the sixty-two weeks, an anointed one shall be cut off and shall have nothing. And the people of the prince who is to come shall destroy the city and the sanctuary. Its end shall come with a flood, and to the end there shall be war. Desolations are decreed. And he shall make a strong covenant with many for one week, and for half of the week he shall put an end to sacrifice and offering. And on the wing of abominations shall come one who makes desolate, until the decreed end is poured out on the desolator.” Daniel 9:24-27

We are told there will be 7 weeks of years from the time that it went out that the temple was to be rebuilt until it was, then another 62 weeks until the anointed one of God, Jesus, is cut off. That’s 69 weeks so far ending with Jesus dying on the cross. That leaves one week yet to come, the final week of years or 7 years of Revelation, beginning with a covenant with many but clearly involving the nation of Israel. Considering that Israel was scattered and destroyed as a nation in 70AD up until 1917 the very idea of this prophecy of Daniel’s coming true seemed an impossibility. But in 1917 with the Balfour Declaration a glimmer of hope for Israel sparked, then in 1948 when a nation was born in a day Israel saw that spark become a flame. That flame grew even larger in 1967 when they reclaimed Jerusalem during the 6-Hour War. In the time since these events began taking place the nation of Israel has flourished despite the odds and enemies against it and soon God will once again turn to his chosen people declaring himself to be their God, calling them to rise up an lead the world to turn from sin and the evil one who will rule this world completely once the power of the Holy Spirit in the Church is no longer here to hinder him.

God has promised to spare us as true believers and followers of Jesus from the coming wrath and suffering. We are the body of Christ and He will deliver us by catching us up into the clouds, where we will remain in his presence until he returns bodily to the earth at the end of the 3 1/2 years of Great Tribulation as the returning King conquering and destroying all those who ave stubbornly refused to believe and trust in God and his Son, Jesus our only hope of eternal salvation. Just see what Scripture has to say about it.

For this we declare to you by a word from the Lord, that we who are alive, who are left until the coming of the Lord, will not precede those who have fallen asleep. For the Lord himself will descend from heaven with a cry of command, with the voice of an archangel, and with the sound of the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first. Then we who are alive, who are left, will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air, and so we will always be with the Lord. Therefore encourage one another with these words. 1 Thessalonians 4:15-18

Behold! I tell you a mystery. We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, and the dead will be raised imperishable, and we shall be changed.1 Corinthians 15:51-52

Time is short, so short. Signs are occurring, planets are lining up, knowledge has increased to the point to allow us to make sense of signs that previously made no sense whatsoever. Such as the sign of Rev. 12 the woman clothed in the sun giving birth, the red dragon waiting to devour her child, it all seemed so strange for the last almost 2,000 years since John wrote down his Revelation in 90AD. But now we can see what it all means because the seal is broken on Daniels sealed prophecy; knowledge has increased and people run to and fro. The woman is the constellation Virgo which will be crowned with Leo and three of the planets making the 12 stars of her crown, and she will be in a position in the behind the sun to where the sun’s brightness will obscure or clothe her. Jupiter, also called the King planet or star, entered her womb last fall and will remain there 41 weeks, the exact term of a human pregnancy. Jupiter is in the womb of Virgo each year but normally it’s orbit is such that it passes through much quicker, instead this time there it’s position in relation to the Earth causes a retrograde action which makes it bounce back and forth with the womb for the full term of a human pregnancy before being birthed by the virgin. This matches the prophecy from Rev. 12 of the woman travailing in childbirth and giving birth to a male child who will rule the world with a rod of iron, it also links back to the seed prophecy in Genesis. Isn’t it amazing how God declares the end from the beginning and then ensures that it plays out just as he says it will. Jupiter will hover just outside the womb for a couple of more weeks while the moon cycles into it’s position at the feet of Virgo and completing the sign of the woman. The time frame for this began with Jupiter entering the womb Nov. 20, 2016, the birth occurs on September 9th this year and the final alignment where the woman is clothed with the sun, crowned with 12 stars, the moon at her feet and her male child just delivered occurs on Sept. 23, 2017. You can’t tell me this is just a coincidence, the last time the exact same heavenly line up occurred was at the time the bible tells us Adam and Eve fell and the original seed prophecy was given. Now here we are 6,017 years later, which is the time frame for the earth reflected in the 6 days of creation I might add. For with God a day is like a thousand years and a thousand years like a day. That makes the 7th day or 7th thousand years the millennial reign of Christ. This is also the time line given for us in 1st Enoch. Please if you are not saved get right with the Lord, accept Jesus’ gift of salvation now, before time is up. And if you are already numbered among the blessed then please share the Good News, share the hope, that you serve a living King, a risen King. Your Savior is alive and he is returning soon for his own, we only have a limited time to grow the body of Christ. When the church is caught up all hell will break loose on earth, folks will die by multitudes, they may not have time to accept Jesus before they die. Evil will reign on the planet until the day Christ returns to claim Israel for his Father and set up his throne in Jerusalem. Please brothers and sisters let’s be hard about the Father’s business winning souls to Christ and salvation while we can.

Oh, yeah, I didn’t forget about the Great Red Dragon of the Rev. 12 sign or Niburu / Planet X I’ll get to them tomorrow night Lord willing. It’s all just a lot to cover in one evening, a lot to process. In the meantime prayerfully seek the Lord’s guidance and to do His will. Until next time, may God bless and keep you!

Fear Not, Look Up I want to talk tonight about the beginning and the end. Because God tells us right from the get go in Gen.

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