Chapter 4

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Tears rush down my face. I messed up so badly and I'm getting punished on the first day.

Flashback
"Lab coats on, it's time for our first experiment"
Alright well I might aswell try and show the teacher that I am a good student.
"So today we are looking at separating substances" Great how much fun will I have.
"Let's look at what were seperating. Sand and rock salt". "Alright put up your hand if you know how to seperate them". No one put there hands up. Not surprised. "Well then Freya how to do separate the mixture?" She said angrily. "Uh I guess you take the rock salt in your hand and blow the sand away miss" Freya said and almost everyone started laughing except for the teacher who started twitching her eye. "No and if anybody makes a silly answer like that one its detention time!" The teacher furiously spoke. Wow I found the new satin.

"All right well how you separate the mixed is you get a Bunsen burner and light the match under the torch. Then you blah blah blan blah". Geez she talked and talked for so long a was about snore until I hear. "Miss Katie can you please demonstrate what I just did" The teacher shouted so she got my attention.

Uh oh God. "Good luck" I hear Austin and whisper to me. "I'm gonna need it".

Okay so Bunsen burner set. Turn gas hose on I think. Damnit this match isn't striking. "KATIE STRIKE THE MATCH" I hear mrs. Denton say. "I can't". "TURN THE GAS HOSE OFF IMMEDIATELY". Suddenly I smell smoke coming from the hose. Oh shit.

"It's stuck" I say as the gas hose wasn't turning. "EVERYBODY OUT OF THE ROOM" Mrs. Denton shouted. Everyone immediately moved fast. I felt like crying. I ran out of the room but not to be stopped by the 'queen divas'. "Oh look it's ugly light up school girl" "here with her bad science day". I rush out of there as fast as I could. I could here West and Austin call my name but I don't care. I'm humiliating.

End of Flash Back.

Gushing tears run down my face. How can I mess up on the first day. "Miss Katleen Gorges can you please come to my office".

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